In defense of A.A.

Today I want to mention a few things about Alcoholics Anonymous and the other twelve-step programs.

Since they have received some substantial negative publicity lately, due to some high profile people saying some negative things about them, it seems to me they deserve to be described from the proper perspective.

Despite the criticisms, twelve step programs are not cults.  The twelve step programs do work for people who do the work required.  No one pays for what they receive from twelve step programs; they survive on contributions from those that choose to contribute.

Twelve step programs are like just about everything else in life; you get out them what you put into them.  No one can make you clean unless you want to be clean.  Desire is just the beginning part; you have to do the work yourself.

Criticizing twelve step programs for a low success rate is like saying not everyone who buys exercise equipment gets a much better body right after purchase.  You have to use the thing properly to receive the benefits.

I hope this makes sense to you.

A Very Interesting Jewish Non-Sequitur

Rabbi Adam Jacobs: A Reasonable Argument for God's Existence

Amazingly, this passes for news these days. Theists who can equate the odds of scientific fact occurring with faith. This is very compelling for those who are still curious about whether we can prove God and whether what scientists theorize, and have only provided scant evidence of, is of similar believability.

However, if Rabbi Jacobs could show some "real chutzpah" and proclaim that EVERY TORAH in existence was altered by Hashem the way I, Binyamin Maakavi shel Elohai Elohim said it would then EVERYONE would have the unquestionable, undeniable, proof of our Creator that they need. To my knowledge, he has not done so. Why? Because Jews are incapable, especially Rabbi's, of admitting that their ancestors were wrong about me. Even though the evidence can be found by ANYONE who has access to a Bible and knows what it said BEFORE June 30, 2006 and how my prophecy of words and strokes changing came true; as I said it would and when I said it would.

Talk about avoiding the OBVIOUS that everyone should know by now.

Wake me when this is all over!

Apropos of Nothing

"Winning" lyrics by Santana

One day I was on the ground
When I needed a hand
Then it couldn't be found
I was so far down that I couldn't get up
You know and one day I was one of life's losers
Even my friends were my accusers
In my head I lost before I begun

I had a dream but it turned to dust
And what I thought was love
That must have been lust
I was living in style
When the walls fell in
And when I played my hand
I looked like a joker
Turn around fate must have woke her
Cause lady luck she was waiting outside the door

I'm winning
I'm winning
I'm winning
I'm winning and I don't intend losing again

Too bad it belonged to me
It was the wrong time and not meant to be
It took a long time and I'm new born now
I can see the day that I bleed for
If it's agreed that there's a need
To play the game and to win again

Bagpipe Music by Louis MacNeice

I just read this poem for the first time the other day. 
It seems so contemporary that I thought I would share it.

It's no go the merrygoround, it's no go the rickshaw,
All we want is a limousine and a ticket for the peepshow.
Their knickers are made of crepe-de-chine, their shoes are made of python,
Their halls are lined with tiger rugs and their walls with head of bison.

John MacDonald found a corpse, put it under the sofa,
Waited till it came to life and hit it with a poker,
Sold its eyes for souvenirs, sold its blood for whiskey,
Kept its bones for dumbbells to use when he was fifty.

It's no go the Yogi-man, it's no go Blavatsky,
All we want is a bank balance and a bit of skirt in a taxi.

Annie MacDougall went to milk, caught her foot in the heather,
Woke to hear a dance record playing of Old Vienna.
It's no go your maidenheads, it's no go your culture,
All we want is a Dunlop tire and the devil mend the puncture.

The Laird o' Phelps spent Hogmanay declaring he was sober,
Counted his feet to prove the fact and found he had one foot over.
Mrs. Carmichael had her fifth, looked at the job with repulsion,
Said to the midwife "Take it away; I'm through with overproduction."

It's no go the gossip column, it's no go the Ceilidh,
All we want is a mother's help and a sugar-stick for the baby.

Willie Murray cut his thumb, couldn't count the damage,
Took the hide of an Ayrshire cow and used it for a bandage.
His brother caught three hundred cran when the seas were lavish,
Threw the bleeders back in the sea and went upon the parish.

It's no go the Herring Board, it's no go the Bible,
All we want is a packet of fags when our hands are idle.

It's no go the picture palace, it's no go the stadium,
It's no go the country cot with a pot of pink geraniums,
It's no go the Government grants, it's no go the elections,
Sit on your arse for fifty years and hang your hat on a pension.

It's no go my honey love, it's no go my poppet;
Work your hands from day to day, the winds will blow the profit.
The glass is falling hour by hour, the glass will fall forever,
But if you break the bloody glass you won't hold up the weather. 

If you want to read more about the author;

Wiki on Louis MacNeice

Just for laughs...

Christina Aguilera Arrested for Public Drunkenness

Christina Aguilera Arrested for Public Drunkenness

Even though I refer to this wench as C*ntina Fuckulera for being a completely worthless and useless person that stole my child and did not do a damn thing to help me at all, I still think of the song "Hot Mess" when I see this picture.

I must not be crazy enough.

I am often looking for more and more evidence of the crazy New Age crap that people think of as some kind of "correct Universal spiritual awareness."  It amazes me there are so many examples and people who are willing to eat this stuff up.  Here is another example:

This is an except from Building New Earth

I awakened to Shayla golden crystal city in late 2001. It was already there and was created the very moment i conceived. It is situated in south east ireland in the tranquil comeragh mountains and it's centre point is the great mountain Cruachan. It has a sister city in tralee which is in the southwest of ireland known as Alasia. It's keeper is my good friend and companion Sansia who works from the fifth dimension.

Shayla is home to the galactic and star fleets. It is also home to the faerie folk, the atlanteans, lemurians, dragons, pixies, gnomes and unicorns. The city is constantly expanding. It now reaches the full expanse of the comeragh mountains and it is strenthens all the time through human interfacing.

It boasts a wonderful idea of my good friend Daniel Jacob. http://www.reconnections.net Daniel has another sister city known as Chehala in the Olympic ranges of the usa. You can read more about it on his site. Anyway the idea is brighter days. A galactic space cafe that spans four floors and it has the appearence of an old cathedral. I

Entering it is a revolving door. My good friends Chyna and Vishna are among some of the staff. Vishna is famous for her amazing galactic lattes and steaming butter scones. The cafe also has guest quarters for those who wish to stay there. The cafe contains a jukebox of velourian design that contains every known song in the multiverse.

Favourite tunes always playing are the corrs and Krishna Das. So dream with me or meditate and take your awareness to Shayla and meet Sananda and Ashtar and many other good friends for a traditional evening of good wine and food. All the enjoyment is unforgettable. 

I guess my blogs would have more followers if I contributed even more bizarre stuff than this crackpot has posted (Galactic Lattes,yummy!).  Believe what you want; there are consequences.  These people are NOT my friends!