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The Gift of Gabe Red Paragoomba Level: 13  Posts: 41/51 EXP: 8892 For next: 1375 Since: 03-16-04 From: Albuquerque, NM, USA Since last post: 260 days Last activity: 256 days |
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| I just turned 21 on the 7th of this month. Curse you, god!! why hast thou forsaken the bars on the eve of the sabbath??!!! I merely desired a drunken hullabaloo, rampaging unchecked through the streets!! Oh well. When I get back home, it's life o' the party time. Top o' the marnin to ye, micks!! I'm abeit te give head te the blarney stoone! |
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Red Paragoomba Level: 13 Posts: 43/51 EXP: 8892 For next: 1375 Since: 03-16-04 From: Albuquerque, NM, USA Since last post: 260 days Last activity: 256 days
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I'd like to point out that our society reminds me of the Roman Empire, and it looks like we're due for a gradual decline, seeing as how our economy is slowly draining into the septic tank. Peace out, jobs!!! Thank you, Bush!!! Fuck you, over-globalization!! |
Everyone on this board is EXTREMELY lucky because we are educated. This will be the one thing that may give all our children a fighting chance. Read books, everyone. Don't stop till the hat drop... or....some..thing.
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Red Paragoomba Level: 13 Posts: 44/51 EXP: 8892 For next: 1375 Since: 03-16-04 From: Albuquerque, NM, USA Since last post: 260 days Last activity: 256 days
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Originally posted by BookReader New Mexicans!!!!! Finally! I was getting lonely.  Welcome. How
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Red Paragoomba Level: 13 Posts: 45/51 EXP: 8892 For next: 1375 Since: 03-16-04 From: Albuquerque, NM, USA Since last post: 260 days Last activity: 256 days
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Jeez, are you guys the same folks who revere the greek contributions to western society?! All that great philosophy and mathematics which led to THIS THREAD on THIS SERVER in THIS NETWORK OF COMPUTERS in THESE FREE COUNTRIES was more or less the direct result of a gradual evolution of society. Like it or not, human beings, just like most mammals, have been engaging in homosexual behavior since before we were homo sapiens . |
Edit: sorry, I forgot two words in my previous post... JUDGE NOT I think that ought to close the debate, while I know that it won't. Geogree, I take it you're a christian, so what's up with this? "Arwon: it does say that.... and if that's true.... then explain the devil" ? It does say that vs. prove that's true ?!!! I think I speak for all of us, including those of you who are THOUGHTFUL christians, when I say that you can't selectively look at the bible. And if you HAVE to prioritize among its many contradictions, its best to put J.C. on the top of the list. Don't you think the man would have healed gay lepers? Why do you care what anyone else is doing? Mr. Christ's message CLEARLY STATES that you don't need to worry about regulating someone else's faith. If you believe, you believe, and you DON'T NEED TO WORRY about everyone else. If your example of faith is TRULY PURE, than others will learn from it... right? I am not religious, and I am not gay. As long as direct physical harm does not result from somebody's actions, those actions DON'T MATTER to me. Period. (edited by The Gift of Gabe on 03-17-04 01:36 PM)
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Red Paragoomba Level: 13 Posts: 46/51 EXP: 8892 For next: 1375 Since: 03-16-04 From: Albuquerque, NM, USA Since last post: 260 days Last activity: 256 days
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I don't see how that answers "here is my creation, perfect and holy in all forms" |
Sometimes animals HAVE to eat their babies. Sometimes they're just crazy. It's not right, but it happens. People kill people too. In your eyes, they go to hell, and in (hopefully) everyone's eyes, they fucked up bad. But shit happens! It will continue to happen. Oh, and as for things getting continuously worse, I can point to the black plague as a MUCH worse time for our species. And to the eighties. Don't you think we're on the path to recovery? I'll tell you what's fucked up: the phrase "collateral damage". That means "kids and other civilians dead from our bombing campaigns." this is the kind of stuff that the media likes to ignore while they cover insignificant quibbling over the definition of an institution that shouldn't be regulated by the government anyway.
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Red Paragoomba Level: 13 Posts: 47/51 EXP: 8892 For next: 1375 Since: 03-16-04 From: Albuquerque, NM, USA Since last post: 260 days Last activity: 256 days
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 well said. I think I fucked up my point. So I can understand that you're opposed to the actual (intimate) union of same-sex couples, but would you concede that under the *law* (secular, not religious) they should be allowed *civil unions* in this country, even if not in your particular denomination or within christianity in general?
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Red Paragoomba Level: 13 Posts: 48/51 EXP: 8892 For next: 1375 Since: 03-16-04 From: Albuquerque, NM, USA Since last post: 260 days Last activity: 256 days
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I am visiting my uncle here in the Big Apple, and it's not as worm-ridden as I would have assumed. Every other metropolitan center I've set foot in has been vaguely repulsive to my character, despite my best hopes and wishes to the contrary. And let's face it: people in New York notoriously view this city as the civilized center of the free world, and everywhere else in the country as a backwater province thereof. |
But that doesn't seem to be the case. People are nice, they make EYE CONTACT, they smile at you on the street, the public transportation runs smoothly and relatively effeciently, and even the traffic seems to accomodate itself with almost friendly constant honking. Central Park is beautiful, every building is an edifice to the wonder of man's acheivement, and even the bum-dung doesn't stink up the atmosphere!!! I'm digging it, to say the least. So, is anyone here from New York? Anybody think it sucks? I'm open to ideas. I just wanna know some feedback on what your opinions of the city are. Any bad or wonderful experiences? "Fageddaboudit!" -peace (edited by The Gift of Gabe on 03-19-04 11:21 PM)
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Red Paragoomba Level: 13 Posts: 49/51 EXP: 8892 For next: 1375 Since: 03-16-04 From: Albuquerque, NM, USA Since last post: 260 days Last activity: 256 days
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I dabble in the profane arts of the piano and used to excel at both alto and baritone sax, I liked playing the baritone better, but I preferred the more complicated melodies usually set out for alto. Now I smack my bass around a little bit, but I still have two identical smokey alto saxes in my closet. |
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Red Paragoomba Level: 13 Posts: 50/51 EXP: 8892 For next: 1375 Since: 03-16-04 From: Albuquerque, NM, USA Since last post: 260 days Last activity: 256 days
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Unlike the thread title, this is my strange dissertation on what I consider to be the only remaining bastion of the American Old West. If you think it's stupid or doesn't belong here please say so, but even better if you like it then let me know. I realize that it's a complete rant but I had to put it up somewhere other than my blog because it's the best thing I've written in some time. It's also a little modified from its original incarnation as a post on said blog. I also realize that I haven't posted on this board since the few posts I banged out when I first found it, which was curiosly enough just a few days shy of a year ago. Enjoy and/or flame away. |
------------------------------------------------- My brother said that he likes Albuquerque. This surprised me. Granted, he hasn't lived anywhere else besides home, and yes, I too fell in love with this city when I first came here in '01. People who seek the wild west in sleek new pickups at Texas rodeos are morons. Arizona was completely wiped clean of it decades ago. New Mexico is the only state where the old mentality still finds purchase, and even our capital has finally been purged of what to me is the essence that drove outlaws and outcasts here for generations before. Santa Fe is a cruel joke, a caucasian-culture pimple ripening to burst all over the surrounding area. Californians feed its mad stampede, bringing its upscale vanity and modern-art pretensiousness to a dizzying climax that you can feel inside the city, sickening any who are pure at heart. White women lathered with turquoise go to native dances and buy postcards to send home, retiring to their penthouse suites and fake adobe mansions still swimming in the illusion that they are somehow part of an ancient culture that they are really doing their part to finally destroy. Hippies strike it rich and come to Taos to trade designer hallucinogens and raise smug children into neurotic trust-fund babies, injecting an apathy and cynicism not seen since the mid-80's into our state. The police have locked the city up tight, and the once-rebellious children of the 60's, who have moved to Santa Fe to live in the same decadent opulence that they still half-heartedly decry, are glad of it. But the reason it's such a blasphemy to people like us, and the reason most of these despicable people's predecessors came there in the first place is that it USED to be a frontier among frontiers! Where there are art galleries, there once were saloons. Where there are black-tie gala restaraunts, there once were whorehouses. Where fat hotel managers cruise their beemer SUVs, infamous desperados once had legendary shootouts! And this shit wasn't about cowboys and indians, it was the hard-of-heart-and-mind who were cut loose from society that peopled this land. But now it's been plasticized, formulated, and fundamentally, cancerously altered from the outside in. So those of us that can't stand it anymore come here to dirty 'Burque, where the land is cheap, the rules are loose, and the cops can't keep up. There is a mentality here. If you've lived here long enough you know it, you possess it, but sometimes it's kind of hard to put a finger on. I think that somehow a tiny sliver of the Old west has survived here. The sheriffs in Bernalillo will take you for a mind-shattering joyride if they catch you late at night without any witnesses, and quite possibly kill you. New York doesn't have shit on us anymore in terms of per capita murder and other gang-related crime. We just don't get coverage in the national media because we don't matter. Our city is wide, but it is nothing. A poor semi-metropolis in the poorest state in the union. A place where you can be completely clean and be friends with gangsters, dealers, murderers, playboys, schizophrenics, alcoholics, college kids, dropouts, sorority girls and crack addicts and get along with them, because here, everybody knows that the rules don't have to apply, no matter who's making them, the courts or the people. No ex-hippies stammering about the inherent worth and dignity of every person from an adobe den in a 900,000 dollar home. No tourist board trying to convince airline commuters in both coasts to drop in for some green chile. Just direct eye contact, a handshake and an easy smile, a friendly argument, an illegitimate transaction, maybe a ride across town just for the hell of it. A thug, a gun nut, a drug addict, an investment broker, an artist, and a gamer out in the foothills for a hike to a nice blunt and a view of the wasteland to keep it all in perspective. The cold ring of a gunshot outside the window at 4 in the morning. We come to understand that the rules are bent so that we can all live in relative ease, as long as we keep a small chip on our shoulders. It's not necessarily who you know, it's how you carry yourself, what you've learned, what you can do, how you react, or how well you bluff. It's getting mindfucked by somebody you give directions to. It's a meth lab in a children's nursery, or in a camper cruising the freeways. It's joining the army after being brainwashed on 9/11, snapping out of it in boot camp, then smoking weed in the barracks and refusing your duties until they throw you out in disgust. It's the most hardcore skating in the nation, without need of recognition. It's stopping to talk to an old girlfriend in front of the university while you and your childhood playmate are smuggling an AK-47 in a guitar case. It's seeing REAL (but needless) fear in the eyes of every man in the riot squad when you're at the front of a ten-thousand-head peace mob flooding Central the day we start bombing Iraq. It's getting assaulted a block from your house. The more I describe it, the more I lose track. You get the idea. There's still a vibrance here, a lust for life that many people in this country only know in formulated doses administered by an ever-encroaching media. People here are not docile, nor are they stupid. The harder they come, the more heart they have to throw around. It's no wonder the glory of this kind of life is romanticized by the popular culture of our nation, because when you live in a place like this, you can feel it. ------------------------------------------------------ For clarity, I should point out that all the events described above are actual events that have happened to me or my close friends within the last two years, with the exception of the meth labs, which are exceptions because we only saw them on the news, but the point is that only here are there meth labs in NURSERIES for fuck's sake. Family Guy made a joke in that vein (in the episode where Brian becomes a narcotics detective) but I doubt they knew it was actually happening somewhere .Also for clarity's sake, and more importantly to me, this offhand analysis was followed by my reasons for leaving this city and moving to california. As glowingly as I describe it here, there are many reasons to leave, and I cite most of them in the original blog post. Anyway, tell me what you think if you care to
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Red Paragoomba Level: 13 Posts: 51/51 EXP: 8892 For next: 1375 Since: 03-16-04 From: Albuquerque, NM, USA Since last post: 260 days Last activity: 256 days
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This is non-fiction, actually it's part of a rant on my blog. But it's the best writing I've done in a long time, and even though I just posted it in the story forums it didn't seem like it fit there, so I'll just put it here too I guess. Enjoy. All of the specific events described in the second-to-last paragraph actually happened to either me or one of a couple of close friends who shall remain nameless (for obvious reasons). Enjoy! |
BTW if you don't know about these towns and cities just ignore them, they're all relatively close to one another (within 70 miles or so). Santa Fe is the capital of New Mexico, my state, and Albuquerque is the largest city in the state. It's about 50-70 miles south of Santa Fe and it's where me and my brother live. Most of you know him but I won't say who he is, although I did drop a few hints a year ago  Anyway, enjoy and tell me what you think! ----------------------------------------------------- My brother said that he likes Albuquerque. This surprised me. Granted, he hasn't lived anywhere else besides home, and yes, I too fell in love with this city when I first came here in '01. People who seek the wild west in sleek new pickups at Texas rodeos are morons. Arizona was completely wiped clean of it decades ago. New Mexico is the only state where the old mentality still finds purchase, and even our capital has finally been purged of what to me is the essence that drove outlaws and outcasts here for generations before. Santa Fe is a cruel joke, a caucasian-culture pimple ripening to burst all over the surrounding area. Californians feed its mad stampede, bringing its upscale vanity and modern-art pretensiousness to a dizzying climax that you can feel inside the city, sickening any who are pure at heart. White women lathered with turquoise go to native dances and buy postcards to send home, retiring to their penthouse suites and fake adobe mansions still swimming in the illusion that they are somehow part of an ancient culture that they are really doing their part to finally destroy. Hippies strike it rich and come to Taos to trade designer hallucinogens and raise smug children into neurotic trust-fund babies, injecting an apathy and cynicism not seen since the mid-80's into our state. The police have locked the city up tight, and the once-rebellious children of the 60's, who have moved to Santa Fe to live in the same decadent opulence that they still half-heartedly decry, are glad of it. But the reason it's such a blasphemy to people like us, and the reason most of these despicable people's predecessors came there in the first place is that it USED to be a frontier among frontiers! Where there are art galleries, there once were saloons. Where there are black-tie gala restaraunts, there once were whorehouses. Where fat hotel managers cruise their beemer SUVs, infamous desperados once had legendary shootouts! And this shit wasn't about cowboys and indians, it was the hard-of-heart-and-mind who were cut loose from society that peopled this land. But now it's been plasticized, formulated, and fundamentally, cancerously altered from the outside in. So those of us that can't stand it anymore come here to dirty 'Burque, where the land is cheap, the rules are loose, and the cops can't keep up. There is a mentality here. If you've lived here long enough you know it, you possess it, but sometimes it's kind of hard to put a finger on. I think that somehow a tiny sliver of the Old west has survived here. The sheriffs in Bernalillo will take you for a mind-shattering joyride if they catch you late at night without any witnesses, and quite possibly kill you. New York doesn't have shit on us anymore in terms of per capita murder and other gang-related crime. We just don't get coverage in the national media because we don't matter. Our city is wide, but it is nothing. A poor semi-metropolis in the poorest state in the union. A place where you can be completely clean and be friends with gangsters, dealers, murderers, playboys, schizophrenics, alcoholics, college kids, dropouts, sorority girls and crack addicts and get along with them, because here, everybody knows that the rules don't have to apply, no matter who's making them, the courts or the people. No ex-hippies stammering about the inherent worth and dignity of every person from an adobe den in a 900,000 dollar home. No tourist board trying to convince airline commuters in both coasts to drop in for some green chile. Just direct eye contact, a handshake and an easy smile, a friendly argument, an illegitimate transaction, maybe a ride across town just for the hell of it. A thug, a gun nut, a drug addict, an investment broker, an artist, and a gamer out in the foothills for a hike to a nice blunt and a view of the wasteland to keep it all in perspective. The cold ring of a gunshot outside the window at 4 in the morning. We come to understand that the rules are bent so that we can all live in relative ease, as long as we keep a small chip on our shoulders. It's not necessarily who you know, it's how you carry yourself, what you've learned, what you can do, how you react, or how well you bluff. It's getting mindfucked by somebody you give directions to. It's a meth lab in a children's nursery, or in a camper cruising the freeways. It's joining the army after being brainwashed on 9/11, snapping out of it in boot camp, then smoking weed in the barracks and refusing your duties until they throw you out in disgust. It's the most hardcore skating in the nation, without need of recognition. It's stopping to talk to an old girlfriend in front of the university while you and your childhood playmate are smuggling an AK-47 in a guitar case. It's seeing REAL (but needless) fear in the eyes of every man in the riot squad when you're at the front of a ten-thousand-head peace mob flooding Central the day we start bombing Iraq. It's getting assaulted a block from your house. The more I describe it, the more I lose track. You get the idea. There's still a vibrance here, a lust for life that many people in this country only know in formulated doses administered by an ever-encroaching media. People here are not docile, nor are they stupid. The harder they come, the more heart they have to throw around. It's no wonder the glory of this kind of life is romanticized by the popular culture of our nation, because when you live in a place like this, you can feel it. ---------------------------------------- If you liked that you can check out my blog if you want, I rant on there and also put up any freestyle writing that I do, which is kind of few and far between these days. 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