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In Poor Health, The End of the World is Coming, and I’m Still Single
Lincoln Adams | March 19, 2009 @ 10:00 amI lead a charmed life.
So I’m just minding my own business and checking my email, when I get this alert from a Christian pastor I know. He feels a great calamity is about to occur soon, causing massive fires in New York City that will spread out even to New Jersey and Connecticut, along with lootings and riotings in major cities worldwide.
If it had been anyone else I would have immediately dismissed him as a quack and merrily gone on my way. But he had warned about the real estate crash and about the financial crisis we’re experiencing now since the early 90s and was right on both counts. The fires he feels will happen soon is something he had been warning about for several years. God’s judgment.
Whether you believe this or not, the email left me sinking into a pit of despair, even though it was meant to be sent as an encouragement to believers with the knowledge that God is still in control and will provide even in times of major distress.
But if there’s one thing that could define just why I feel so out of place in this world, that email sums it up. It’s not something I can share around the water cooler at work with non-believers, lest they think I was dropping acid. I try talk to other Christians about it but their heads are so far up the hairy flesh balls of Rick Warren that I might as well be speaking Klingon.
I could just say screw it, nothing’s gonna happen, we’re all right as rain here, but in my heart I know it isn’t true. We’re in for some very hard times ahead, and there is virtually no one out there with whom I can confide in and share my feelings with about this without coming across as a cracknut to them. And who knows, maybe nothing will happen, and in His mercy God will grant us a reprieve. But can I not even have a conversation about this with others without getting strange looks or being laughed at?
People are often perplexed as to why I remain single, but this is a big reason why. I see things that no one else does. I believe things that no one else believes. It isolates me from others, and I often have to keep people at arm’s length simply because once they knew the real me, they would either hate me dead or run away, or both. And that’s fine. I’m not looking to be the life of the party here. A friend and a lover is all I’ve ever wanted. While others need to be surrounded by people to the extent that they even use a ranking system for the best friends they have (BFF1 BFF2, etc. – WT*?!?), I would be more than happy having just one true friend.
We pride ourselves on our individuality, but the truth is most people are sheep, and would choose conformity over being unique so long as it meant not having to be alone. That’s why most Christians today are merely nominal in their faith. Their beliefs are so generic and ultimately meaningless that the only way I can get along with them is by completely leaving God out of the picture. As long as we don’t talk about God or spiritual things, we’re a-ok. God is somebody they treat as an equal, someone who is reduced to commercial slogans (Got Milk? becomes Got Jesus?) or a drug high, as if the experience of serving the Creator was tantamount to getting a heroin fix. I’ve never understood this mentality, and yet every time I’ve challenged it, it’s resulted in near violence. So I simply keep my beliefs to myself in order to maintain the peace. People don’t want to hear it.
And now I have to deal with these new set of emotions brought on by this possible revelation of calamity that may soon come upon us, topped off with the fact that I’ve been feeling pretty lousy and fatigued for eons now, and facing a bleak future for which it would seem pointless to even hope of building a new life for myself, much less one that would include a special girl who can truly love me for who I am (who I REALLY am.)
I lead a charmed life.
Tags: best friend, calamity, christian, Christians, depression, despair, emotions, faith, feelings, financial, financial crisis, fires, friends, God, health, judgment, new york city, pastor, rick warren, violence
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Loading ...Why Obama Will Win – Hint: It’s Real Wrath of God Type Stuff
Lincoln Adams | October 2, 2008 @ 12:23 amRemember that scene from Ghostbusters?
Dr. Peter Venkman: This city is headed for a disaster of biblical proportions.
Mayor: What do you mean, “biblical”?
Dr Ray Stantz: What he means is Old Testament, Mr. Mayor, real wrath of God type stuff.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Exactly.
Dr Ray Stantz: Fire and brimstone coming down from the skies! Rivers and seas boiling!
Dr. Egon Spengler: Forty years of darkness! Earthquakes, volcanoes…
Winston Zeddemore: The dead rising from the grave!
Dr. Peter Venkman: Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together… mass hysteria!
Maybe it’s bravado, but strangely enough just like Venkman, I seem to be relatively ok with the fact that we’re all going to die. No, really. Because if this crisis is truly meant to be the beginning of we’re-all-royally-screwed-end-times judgment on America for its many sins, then I can’t think of a better way to ensure our complete and total destruction than to elect a Christ denying (yet Christ imitating) dillweed who thinks he can neutralize the threat of a nuke building Iran and a nuke ready Russia with his charm. Really, what better way to tell God just how ridiculously irredeemable we’ve become than to elect a guy who claims to be a Christian and yet thinks a good Muslim could still make it to the pearly gates as long as he keeps the bombing of civilians to a minimum? Hey, we’re all good people here, really(!), even if we do think having a baby is tantamount to a punishment, and if we don’t seem to be too bothered at the thought of leaving those that survived failed abortions out to die. Not that Big-O would ever intentionally do such a thing, he just doesn’t think they merit protection of course, at least not until the kind of offensive language that dares to remotely suggest a fetus is a living thing is completely stripped from such a bill of protection. Because you know, God forbid we should toss those whacky pro-life freaks a bone that even NARAL wouldn’t have had a problem with. We do need to be principled here, after all.
No, I just don’t see why God would want to rain fire and brimstone on us darling cherubs of light… except for possibly giving our rich folks far too many tax breaks.
When I think about it, it’s not even Obama that I can’t stand so much. I don’t even hate on the heathens for supporting him either, since such a godless sort devoid of any sense of morality will obviously go for the Barry-O show. I can respect that.
No, it’s the self professing Christians who hang on every word he speaks, and who teach their children to sing musical praises of Hopey-O-Change that make me want to stomp their faces in with something rusty and spiky.
It’s no secret that I intensely dislike what passes for American Christianity today, whether we’re dealing with dimwits sipping Starbucks while they fawn over girlie boy Rick Warren’s latest perfume scented books, or Calvinist snotheads who think knowing two words in Greek makes them the most brilliant scholars in recorded history, or charismatics who scream and flail their arms in revival meetings because they think they’re “on fire” and they’re about ready to projectile vomit out a stomach’s worth of 24 karat gold.
Yet nothing makes me want to go out and start bouncing people’s heads off the cement more than those ever devout Christians drooling puppy love over that Obamanation of nature otherwise known as Barack Hussein Obama. I am absolutely convinced that this very same flock of fluffy sheep will also someday jump at the chance to stand in line for an opportunity to lick the hairy hindquarters of the Antichrist, thinking it will taste just like rainbows.
These to me represent the most darkened, clueless minds in all of creation, and because of their depraved stupidity I may end up witnessing the one thing I never wanted to see in my lifetime: the death of my country. Thank you so, SO much for that, my brothers and sisters in the Lord.
I don’t get it. I really don’t. You hate Bush? Fine. You think he’s a war mongering, oil happy, half brained cowboy who caters to the rich? Fine. I can understand that. I even dig the pacifism thing.
Explain the abortion thing to me then. Explain to me how the violence involved in ripping fetuses to shreds doesn’t somehow repulse your pacifist side the way “Bush’s war” does. Because when I see people looking to extend human rights to red assed baboons or wail whenever a dolphin is caught in a net, but scream at the top of their lungs for the right to twirl up a fetus into itty bitty bits that would have otherwise become a full fledged human being, then I see only the kind of deranged, twisted up minds that no medicine on earth could ever possibly cure.
And yet somehow, you’re all ok with it. You can relate to a guy who can’t even get the basic tenets of Christianity right, (though I admit, it would have been more palatable to me if you merely agreed with him on some points and decided only to vote for him while holding your nose at the polls.) But no, your attitude is one of complete adoration for a morally compromised Chicago politician as if he had come from the very throne of heaven itself. It exhibits the same kind of mentality that the Antichrist will no doubt someday feed on: unabashed adoration and unquestionable loyalty, despite the transparent seedy and evil character of your so called hero.
It almost makes me want to see the Obamanation become President, if for no other reason than to see the collective look of your ashen faces when you realize with horror that “the one” turned out to be the second coming of JC after all: JC as in Jimmy Carter that is. Mr. Malaise has finally come back to finish the job.
You know what really frosts my Chips Ahoy cookies about all this though? It’s the fact that I’ll have to endure the travesty that will soon come upon us, alone. There will be no honey bunny snuggles to share my misery with while we watch our beloved country commit suicide. No cuddly bunchikins to hold and share a sweet, tender moment with while our cities riot and burn. Every dark day that lies ahead of me I will have to face completely and utterly alone, all because not a single one of you hateful, despicable, vile women could manage to find it in your hearts to wubs me.
Fine then. Don’t come crying to me when the world ends and you desperately need a manly shoulder to cry on. I won’t be there.
Well maybe I will. I am desperate and all so who knows, perhaps I can learn to forgive and forget. 
Tags: abortion, alone, america, barack hussein obama, christian, christianity, Christians, country, death, ghostbusters, God, heathens, jimmy carter, judgment, life, living, loneliness, misery, nation, Obamanation, people, president, rick warren, single, stupidity, violence, women, women suck, world
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Sarah Palin = Virtuous Woman, Rick Warren = Attention Whore
Lincoln Adams | September 12, 2008 @ 2:56 pmI caught this on Hot Air:
On a Los Angeles radio show, co-host Kathryn Milofsky asked Warren what one question he would direct at Palin if he was able to have her sit down for a forum like the one he hosted last month with John McCain and Barack Obama at his Saddleback Church in Lake Forest, California.
“Well actually she called me yesterday,” Warren said. “The question I asked her was ‘how can I pray for you?’”
Warren said that Palin then “asked me to send her some bible verses on how do you deal with the unfair, unjust attacks and the mean-spirited criticism that comes in.”
The truth was Warren in his typical suck-up mode had actually called Palin FIRST, and she was merely returning his call out of courtesy. When prompted as to what he could do for her, that’s when she asked for helpful Bible verses.
Notice she asked for Bible verses, not quotes from his “The Secret” styled book, the “Purpose Driven Life.” Of course knowing Warren, he probably offered her Bible verses cherry picked from 80 different translations.
What really chapped my smooth cooties about this though was the perception he gave that Palin had actually sought him out asking for spiritual advice.
Here’s a clue Rickie: Women with balls of steel don’t need advice from men who don’t have any, mmmmk sweetheart? So why don’t you go waddle back to your carnival of a “church” you call Brokeback Saddleback and leave the real Christians alone?
Really, what made you think an independent Pentecostal was going to seek out spiritual guidance from a clueless Baptist like you anyway? Dweeb.
Tags: advice, Baptist, bible, christian, Christians, church, guidance, pentecostal, purpose driven life, rick warren, Saddleback, sarah palin, verses
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Note to Rick Warren: Grow A Pair
Lincoln Adams | August 15, 2008 @ 9:32 pm“Well, I’m a pastor, not a pundit,” {Rick Warren} told CNN’s Suzanne Malveaux on Thursday’s “Situation Room.” “One of the things we’re going to do is I’m going to ask identical questions to both candidates, which will be different.
“I’m not going to play ‘gotcha’ with one candidate and not with the other. This way, it will be totally fair. You compare apples to apples,” he added.
Among the questons that will be asked:
“What’s your favorite color?”
“Do you prefer sunrises, or sunsets?”
“How do you like your steaks: medium, rare, or well done?”
“If you were a tree, what kind of tree would you be?”
Ok, I might have made some of those up, but I wouldn’t be surprised in the least if Warren really did ask them. You think it might be too much to hope that this Hawaiian-shirt wearing fat-ass might actually bother to ask Barry-O how he can reconcile his quasi support of infanticide with his “Christian” beliefs (especially since he’s been a “Christian” for, what… 5-6 minutes now?) And yes I did say infanticide, because seriously, that’s how F%&*ED UP Obama’s position on abortion is.
You could almost hear the collective sound of balls hitting the megachurch floor as those half eunuch weenies (beginning with their Head Weenie Rickie Warren) abandon all sense of principle so they could entertain a couple of presidential hopefuls, because God forbid we should offend anyone you know, especially with the truth. Horrors!
There must be a reason why I keep confusing Saddleback with Brokeback these days.
I’m sure a few Warren fans will come out of the woodwork now to tell me what an idiot I am and that Warren is such a wonderful guy and everyone wubs him and he gives so much to the community and blah blah blah. Well sure everyone loves him. It’s easy to be loved when you don’t stand for anything.
Tags: abortion, apostate, barack obama, christian, Christians, church, forum, God, infanticide, megachurch, presidential campaign, presidential election, rick warren, Saddleback, truth
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Lord, Please Destroy 99 Percent of Your Church
Lincoln Adams | July 1, 2008 @ 7:00 amMany thanks in advance! Oh, make sure you exclude me, of course.
There are certain things in life that I simply cannot abide by, such as broccoli, rap music, humidity, and last but not least, obnoxiously rude Christians.
I was on the wrong end of this when I emailed no less than five girls on a social networking site who proudly proclaimed their Christianity… and got ignored by all five.
Now I’d expect this kind of rudeness from the French (or people from Brooklyn, where I would have been insulted if they hadn’t flipped me off), but Christians?
Really, let’s think about this. You say you’re a Christian, I say I’m a Christian. At the very least that makes me your brother in Christ, does it not? If I email you expressing interest in getting to know you better, even if it’s just as a penpal, what the *&%$ does it take to fire off a quick but polite message letting me know you’re not interested, or you don’t have time, or whatever? Honestly, you wouldn’t blow off a flesh and blood sibling like this, would you? Well maybe you would, I dunno. You certainly got icy cold water running through your veins, so who knows, if your mother was having a heart attack you’d probably step over her crumpled body on your way to the beauty salon.
Now naturally, because I think the world revolves around me, I’m of the opinion that Christians exist for no other reason than just to frost my cookies. But I got IMed from a girl living in the Bible belt the other day, and she actually turned out to be a pretty decent person. What she told me about her dating experiences was pretty telling. Every guy that she’s dated in the past few years claimed to be a Christian or attended her church. And yet EVERY single one of them wanted booty, and when she wouldn’t give it to them, they dumped her.
I could understand if one or two wanted to roll around in bed with her, probably just faking their way through church so they can get a little Christian butt-cheeks action.
ALL of them though??? In the Bible belt??
If that doesn’t tell me that the destruction of America’s churches today have become a foregone conclusion, nothing will. That’s what happens when you turn once holy gatherings into social clubs to cater to our every whim. Congratulations Rick Warren, this is what you have wrought, you fat disgusting pig.
Still, I’m glad to see I’m not the ONLY one out there struggling, and for now at least, I have a penpal who gets me… at least until she realizes what a belligerent crab I can be. 
Tags: apostasy, christian, church, churches, dating, hypocrisy, men, penpal, rick warren, rudeness, sexual immorality, women
Categories: Christians Gone Wild
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