Inspired by the poem 'A Pagan Girl in a Christian World', I write what could be subtitled 'An Atheist Girl in a Christian World'. How threatening is atheism to the Christian mentality?

They say
Hail
Hail to the Lord
They say
He will save us
Save our souls
From
From
From what?
They say
Destroy the
Sinners
Or forgive them
Destroy the
Pagans
Or convert them
They say
Satan is among us
They say
He is
One of us
They say he is
Real
They say
Jesus
Jesus Christ
Our Lord who art
In Heaven
Is real
They say
He will
He is
He is salvation
They say
I am evil
They say
I need salvation
They say I try
To turn Christians astray
So they say.
Then
Am I the devil.
I say
They are wrong.

I'm a woman and I'm fat.

After you stop gasping in horror, grow the fuck up and deal with it. You don't buy my food, my clothes, nor do you fill my car with gas so piss on your self-righteous indignation. I pay for my own health care so stop trying to blame me for your rising insurance premiums. I'm tired of hearing your false platitudes about how I should lose weight for my health. Stop ASSuming I don't eat healthy food and exercise just because I'm fat. While you're at it, stop ASSuming thin people are always healthy too.

If you don't like the way I look stop whining; do the adult thing and simply look away. Contrary to what you've been told, I don't have an unspoken obligation to please your eyes. And for your information I bathe at least once a day during the Winter, and twice a day during the Summer so stop curling your nose up. The only thing that stinks around here is your putrid attitude. Screwing your face up like that only makes me look even better because baring your teeth in disgust makes you look like a rabid hairless chihuahua.

No, I don't hate skinny bitches. All true bitches are worthy of respect. It's superficial skinny cunts I can't stand, right along side superficial fat fucks. Just because I'm fat doesn't mean I have to listen to you whine about your eating disorder to prove I am not prejudiced against thin people. I have my own eating habits to keep in check without being burdened by someone else's deliberate food fuck ups. I'm fat, not a professional sympathizer for the self-labeled "pretty people" who throw up, starve, snort coke, or do whatever stupid things to stay thin. I'm not anti-thin, I'm anti-enabling people to act stupid without criticism.

Being fat doesn't mean I have to prove my worth by nurturing everyone; including every professional victim and fuckwit that thinks my precious time should be spent listening to their complaints of the unfairness of the Universe. Just because I'm fat it doesn't mean I drop everything I'm doing right then and there because you feel entitled to consolation on my big fat boobs. My big fat boobs aren't nearly big enough to console all the shitheads of the world, so space is exclusively reserved for the people who really do deserve my sympathy.

No, I don't want to meet any loser friends of your boyfriends who can't find a date. Just because I'm fat, it doesn't mean I'm less than a woman and therefore deserve less than a real man. Save your pathetic substandard matchmaking for the whacked out druggie twit across the street. Maybe she'll have a use for the bitter, broke, and divorced sod you have handy.

While I'm on the subject, just because I'm fat it doesn't mean I should date old, butt ugly, or used up men because they think fat chicks are easy and can't get any better. I'm fat, not an alternative fuck to settle for; nor am I a fan of self-debasing sex. Being fat doesn't mean I'm obligated to entertain rejected men until the woman of their dreams comes along. Being fat also doesn't mean I'm so desperate for male attention I'll take it from someone who graduated with my grandfather.

Don't think calling yourself a chubby chaser will make me feel flattered, or more confident in your attraction to me. If you aren't attracted to my personality; then you're just as superficial as the himbos chasing after skinny cunts. If you really do get wood from fat girls, then you won't need to announce it. I'll find out one way or another when I see what kind of girls you check out on a habitual basis. Dismissing my bad reaction as petty jealousy just reinforces the fact that you tried to get into my pants by being a lying piece of shit. And no, liking just my personality is not enough to move on to a sexual level. Just because I'm fat it doesn't mean I don't deserve real attraction, passion, or lust. I don't want someone to claim me now because they think I'll lose weight later and live up to their typical expectations.

Many people are offended at the notion that I, a fat woman, won't settle for less than an attractive, financially-able partner. However, I am offended that people think it's acceptable that fat men get attractive women while I'm expected to settle for ground beef when prime rib is available. I'm VERY offended that people think I should have to lose weight in order to deserve an attractive mate, good sex, and a happy emotionally healthy life. I'm also VERY offended that people think fat women should feel grateful that any man would give them the time of day, therefore asking for more is inherently wrong. Do you know what would make me grateful? If all those people would fall of the face of the fucking planet.

As I’m sure most of us know the origin of the story of Santa comes from the poem The Night before Christams that was first published in 1823 by Clement Clarke Moore. Now I was at Borders yesterday and with the holidays coming up I thought it would be nice to get the book. Once I got home and read it thru I was filled with comforting images of a Santa and reindeer and sugarplums, then I realized something, there were no elves! I couldn’t believe it, any elves...in a Christmas book. I soon started to wonder where the story of elves came from and thanks to the wonder of the internet I got my answer.

The origin of the modern elves starts off in the House Gnomes of the Scandinavia present since the pagan times. It was believed that these gnomes guarded homes against evil and were helpful to good people. However, they could be quite nasty to people who were rude to them or had been naughty and then, they are even depicted as trolls and even cannibals.
(And may I just say ewwwwwwwwwwww)

Thus, for centuries, they were both loved and loathed. In the mid-1800s, Scandinavian writers such as Zacharias Topelius, and Viktor Rydberg transformed the image of these gnomes to Christmas elves that were almost like mischievous fairies but were good at heart. In keeping with the popularization of Christmas, they were depicted as true friends and helpers of Father Christmas or Santa Claus. Artists such as Jenny Eugenia Nyström painted Santa's elves in their present forms.

Jenny Eugenia Nyström Art http://www.samlaren.org/jennynystrom/

the song that i will never grow tired of is owl city's fire flies... i love this song...it rocks, and i want that room :) i read the comments on outube and apperantly ppl dont like them...screw them... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aI4JLa0hbUw

this song is awsome too... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eoaTl7IcFs8

THE THREE BEST BOOKS I HAVE EVER READ.

The first would be a book called a No shame No fear by Ann Turnbull. The narrative alternates between two points of view--that of Susanna, a young Quaker girl, and William, a young man just home from Oxford. Set in England in 1662 just as the Quaker Act is passed, Susanna takes a job as an apprentice in a print shop to help provide for her family since her father has been incarcerated. William is about to embark on a seven year apprenticeship for a wealthy merchant in London. The two meet once on the road and again in the print shop and matters get thornier from there. William begins investigating the Quaker faith, expressly against his father's wishes, and the two find themselves drawn to each other at a time when such a connection could prove fatal to both. I really enjoyed this book b/c I’m a sucker for historical romances. I also really loved this book b/c as an atheist; I was surprised that I got hooked on it. Part of the reason I loved this especially is b/c of how the writer shows how the Quakers had to struggle during that time and how devoted to there beliefs they were and all that they were willing to endure.

The second book is titled What My Mother Doesn't Know by Sonya Sones. it was a very quick read, in short verse poems, and what facinates me most is that in the short time you read the book you start to truly care for the characters. Sophie is 15 and as interested in boys as the rest of us. She finally gets asked out by Dylan, the boy of her dreams, and totally knows its true love. But then she starts noticing weirdness. Like she's taller than him, he actually watches the movie on their dates, and he doesn't want her telling his parents she's Jewish. Sophie doesn't feel right about Dylan, but she also like him and doesn't want to end it. In an attempt to find something else, Sophie begins an online romance, and I won't even tell you how that turns out! Let's just say it gives her the push she needs to move on from Dylan to...Murphy.

But liking Murphy turns out to be a whole lot harder than liking Dylan. To put it bluntly, Murphy is a total dork --- he's so uncool that people say, "Don't be such a Murph," when they mean "Don't be such a geek." So why is Sophie thinking of him every minute? And how is she going tell her friends that she likes the biggest loser in school? Deep down she knows that if she doesn't come clean with her feelings for Murph she'll be as bad as everyone else who makes fun of him --- but still, it won't be easy.

The third book is Impossible written by Nancy Werlin. Most of us, I’m guessing have read the ever popular Twilight series and while I’m a big admirer of Stephenie Meyer’s work , (for the plot of the series was very interesting), I thought it poorly written.

Now, the book I am reporting on is what I consider a complete step up and was a nice change from the “normal” books teens are so used to reading now-a-days. Unlike the clumsy and slightly depressed heroines we are so used to seeing, the heroine of this book is a very ordinary girl, Lucy Scarborough soon to be 18 has a normal life, good friends, on the school’s track team ( were she is neither the star nor the slacker ) and nice parents.

The story opens on Lucy’s 7th birthday, wear she finds a letter from her birth mother. She thinks nothing of it at the time and tucks it away never to think of it until after her 17th birthday.It is now that we skip forward, Lucy, getting ready to go to prom as the preparations are underway the night is interrupted by Zach Greenfield, a next-door-neighbor and older brother type who is staying for the summer, Padraig Seeley, the creepy new co-worker of Lucy’s foster mother and Lucy’s mother herself.

On this note I would like to add that the chapter that we are first introduced Padraig Seeley( like most of the chapters involving him) was kindly cut short. I say kindly because as I read through this first chapter, I just felt dirty and sick, making me instantly dislike this character. Not to say that the character himself acted evil right away in fact every one he speaks to in the book, he automatically seems to calm them and gets them to tell them every thing about there lives, he gets them to trust him.

But what lies underneath his calming and beautiful features is of course the bad guy or bad elf, I should say. For he is determined to have Lucy, just like he had her mother and her grand mother and her great-grand mother and might have Lucy’s own daughter. The only way Lucy herself can stop this from happening is if she can complete the 3, IMPOSSIBLE tasks set forth in an old folk song her birth mother was always singing. With the help of her very understanding foster parents and the aforementioned Zach Greenfield, Lucy just might to be able to save herself and the rest of the Scarborough women

THE THREE WORST BOOKS I HAVE EVER READ.

The first book i didn't like was the twilight saga (see above)

The second book is called Willow by Julia Holben is the story of Willow; a seventeen year old girl who tries to cope with the tragedy of a terrible accident which took the lives of her parents by secretly cutting herself. i really didn't enjoy this book. It was so repetitive and boring and there were times when it was just so predictable.


The third book was Wings by Aprilynne Pike and the only thing I liked about this book was the author’s name. Laurel finds herself in public school for the first time when she is a sophomore. She has been home schooled in a small cabin in the forest. Her parents moved to Crescent City, in Northern California, about an hour away from her cabin to open a bookstore.

At her high school Laurel meets David, and he invites her to join his group of friends. He also becomes her best friend. As she is getting settled into her new life, she gets a bump on her back - which grows bigger and bigger until she sprouts a pretty blue blossom. This blossom makes her look like she has wings.

She manages to hide it from her family and the people at school, but she and David begin to investigate. He looks at cells of her blossom and her cheeks and comes to the conclusion that she is made of plant cells.
Laurel goes back to her cabin home in search of answers. There she meets Tamani, a gorgeous young man who tells her that she is a fairy. She has been helping the fairies guard a secret that is by her cabin home.This book was just another one of the shitty book that has come out since the rush in popularity of twilight. Honestly I couldn’t even finish the book it just didn’t keep my attention.

THE MOST ROMATIC MOMENT I THINK EVER ON FILM WOULD HAVE TO BE THE PHONE SCENE ON THE MOVIE "IT 'S A WONDERFUL LIFE".  I JUST LOVE WATCHING THEM BE SO CLOSE AND THEN WHEN HE GRABS HER AND YOU SEE THE TEARS IN HER EYES AND THE TEARS IN HIS VOICE. SO SWEET AND ROMANTIC.... AND ITS MOVIES LIKE THIS THAT MAKE ME REGRET THE INVENTION OF A SPEAKER PHONE.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qf6e6dY1F0E