Heaven or Hell 11/3/12

It seems I didn't get your attention with the Heaven or Hell posts. But, the scenario that I laid out should make you think about civilizations moral compass a bit. And, hopefully you thought about what exactly are morals in the first place, which is why I started the Heaven or Hell series of posts. I have noticed that no matter how much "good" a person does for their fellow man, how many times he has helped others out, be it a simple warm meal, blankets in the winter, fans in the summer, clothes on his back, or shoes on his feet. It seems to take only one "bad" thing to bring it all down and for him to be declared a sorry piece of shit, a sinner, evil, no good, or a vast number of other things that shouldn't be said in public. Yet, on the other hand, if a person does nothing but "bad" for others, doesn't give to charities, sells drugs, beats his wife, or her husband (It does happen people), or any other thing that society has decided was "bad" or evil. And, they decide to have a heart once because he goes to the soup kitchen with his mom to help, they look at him and say, "No big deal", "He's just doing it for ....", they're always skeptical as to his motives, and even if he flies straight from that moment on, people still look at him and say, "Well, you remember twenty years ago, he's the one that...". Whatever the case may be, he will never live it down.

I ask you why is it. Why when someone does a little something "bad" do people have a negative perspective of him, regardless of what or how much "good" he has done. Or, when they do a lot of "bad", when they do something "good" it is pretty much ignored or looked upon with skepticism.

Why does the negative so much outweigh the positive. Are, we just microscoping the "bad" to make ourselves feel better, programed to remember the "bad" out of self preservation, or do we really know why we're like this.

This reminds me of a story that describes what I'm talking about to a T. I'm not sure where the story came from, who came up with it, or if it was originally intended to be the joke it is today, or if it was suppose to project a moral lesson. But, it is very fitting to our train of thought.

A little boy asked old man Tom how he got his nickname.
Old man Tom replied, "Son. Ya' see that beautiful bridge over yonder that crosses the river goin' outta town".
The boy says, "Yea!"
Tom, "Well, I designed and built that bridge, as well as more en half the ones in this county. Ya' know tha Town Hall."
Boy, "Yea!"
Tom, "Same thing there, I designed and built it as well, and nearly a quarter of the business and houses in this here town. You, know the statue of the man this here town was named after, ya know down in the square".
Boy, "Sure do!"
Tom, "Now I weren't much on carvin' but my brother was the best in the land, I laid out the design for it and he carved it out of the same limestone we build the Town Hall and Babtist Church out of. Ya, gettin' me now son".
Boy, "I sure am, mister Tom!"
Tom, "Now you ever hear any these town folk call me Old Man Tom, the Bridge Builder. No. Nor do they call me Old Man Tom, the House Builder. And, they sure as hell ain't never called me Old Man Tom, the Statue Artist. Ya ever hear 'um call me that. Why hell no ya ain't, cause they ain't never done it. But, ya fuck one goat...."

Heaven or Hell? (10/22/12)

Man, never attends church, donates half a million dollars a year to charities, helped build a homless shelter with a kitchen in his home town, the company he owns employees people from the homeless shelters to help them get back on their feet. Goes to Bosnia for vacation once a year and buys a teenage girl for a week.

Heaven or Hell? (10/15/12)

Man, goes to church every Wednesday and Sunday, faithful to his wife and kids, donates twenty percent to the church and volunteers for all church functions. Masturbates to a single child porn video on Friday nights.

Heaven or Hell? (10/8/12)

Man, does nothing but donate five bucks a week to The Ronald McDonald House when he buys dinner there once a week. Just works his daily job and goes home. No interaction with people except at work and his McDonalds supper once a week.

Heven or Hell? (10/1/12)

Woman, single mom, two kids, works forty hours a week, goes to church when she's not working, cooks dinner every evening. Moonlights every weekend as a stripper to make ends meet.

Heaven or Hell? (9/34/12)

Woman, Doesn't go to church, doesn't donate any time or money to any church. Serves at the local shelter and soup kitchen twice a month.

Heaven or Hell?

This is something I was thinking about the other day. I guess it's more of a morals issue, rather than a religious one. According to most religions if you sin, you go to hell, unless truly forgive for your sins before death. And, if all goes according to plan, I will be posting these weekly, on Mondays. But, we shall see. Basically, what I'm wondering is if the person described here in would go to Heaven or Hell, all religious beliefs and inclinations aside, is this person basically a good person or a bad person, are they going to Heaven or Hell?

 Man sells drugs for a living and buys hookers every weekend. Takes blankets and coats for the homeless, and takes fans to the elderly.

Does he go to Heaven or Hell?

Not right at all...

I hate to even put this on my page, but this shit really needs to stop. For the sake of your grandmother and her mother, pleas tell your damn kids no every once in a while.

I don't know who the hell thought this was a cute photograph, but they need to be shot in the genetialia repetedly with a bb gun, for even taking this picture. I'm not going to comment on the caption of this picture. But, you can tell these girls are way to damn young to be wearing anything near that slutty. This is the correct path to send your child straight to hookerville. This affirms my opinion that certian styles of clothing shouldn't be mad to fit certian people. No, not every woman, needs to wear a miniskirt and a halter top. Hell, no woman should need to wear that shit. And, if you think you do, you need some serious psycological evaluations. This is not sexy at all, not even on a grown woman that has the body to pull it off, and way less on a pre-teen or teenage girl. This is not right on so many levels they're not even countable. This is straight up whorerific. Pun intended. If a woman has to dress this was when going out, they must not have much to offer besides their bodies, and putting it on display like this isn't going to make any man look at you and say, "Hummm, I wonder what her GPA was". Or, "I bet she'd make a great mother to my kids". And, I know what's going to happen in the coming years with these girls, they're going to be in their bedroom crying and momma's going to come check on them to see what's wrong, "I think I'm prego mom! I'm over a month late! And, Tommy broke up with me when he found out last week! And, his cousin told me that he's transfering to another schoool! What do I doooooo!!!!" And, momma's going to cry herself to sleep that night and the nights to follow wondering what the fuck she did wrong for her daughter to end up like this.

This ain't even cute as a damn gag, or playing dress up.

I believe I have figured out how to get ahead at work and in life, well at work at least. I think that if I work the same schedule that my co-workers do, I will be rolling in the money in no time. My thinking is if I can get to work at five o'clock in Vegas, and stay till seven Eastern Standard Time, that will give me fourteen hours a day. Now, I know that seems like a lot of work, but it's really not bad once you get used to it. After a while it starts to seem like you're just working a normal shift. I'm not one to discuss my wages, so I won't, but the way I have it figured, I can take off most every Friday and still get a nice check.

Dear Son/Daughter

Child, it's not my job as a parent to make sure you are utterly and completely happy at all times. It is my job to make sure you know right from wrong, take responsibility, stand up for what's right, and basically be a good upstanding human being, no matter how much it pisses you off, embarrasses you, or hurts your feelers.

Love;
Dad