http://www.facebook.com/inbox/?ref=mb#/group.php?gid=20664117026&ref=ts
go there.
It's just a little ridiculous if you ask me. And if you're too lazy to click that and find out what it is, then I'm not a fan of you and your lethargic justification of not clicking.
But I'll tell you anyway. It's a group on facebook lovingly entitled "FUCK ISLAM!!"
Yeah, if you can't tell what they're all about from the title, you could always read their information?
On to the point. Since I'm antisocial and lazy, I've been perusing the internet as I always do, specifically Facebook, when I came across this group after my Muslim friend, Abdul, joined and posted some comments on it. Before you say "WHAT?! He's Muslim but he's in a group called Fuck Islam and commenting?!" he did it in return to the comments the other people in the group had posted. Now, about 75% of the posts on there are actually people who hate Islam and anyone who follows the religion and/or supports its freedom (kind of like a Neo-Nazi legislation opposed specifically to Islam instead of Judaism), but a good 25%, 1/4 of all the posts, consists of people nay-saying the nay-sayers. People, some Muslim, some not, defending the justice behind leaving Islam alone.
And, naturally I agree.
You can go to that group and read the entire comment thread yourself, its pretty fun. But I got pretty heated because one man in particular, Heinrich Muller (not the real Heinrich Muller for you holocaust buffs) started insulting my friend. After he asked me for some advice on what to say back, particularly with grammar-burning, I couldn't help but join the group and post some thoughts of my own.
So, while it might be a little hypocritical to rail against a group like this when one of my main arguments is freedom of speech and expression, I still say you should join and share what you feel on the group's page. Hopefully, you're on my side on the issue of letting people practice whatever religion they want freely as long as its not dehumanizing or destructive in any way (and I know you're thinking of a slew of terrorist jokes to vault at that, but bear with me).
But, on a larger scale, people should be able to profess whatever they believe, with that aforementioned requisite, without getting repudiated and mocked. Again, it sounds a little like punishing someone with the death penalty for murder, but I don't even care to take it to that level. Its just insensitive, hurtful, demeaning, and easily spreadable. Like a disease that can talk and insults you constantly. Could you imagine?
OH WAIT. If you're Muslim, its a reality. Of course, Muslims aren't the only ones who face this kind of persecution, but in reality they're probably one of, if not the highest ranking religion to be railed against...especially after September 11, 2001.
I take this kind of hit personally, though, because it'd be the same for me if someone had made a group called "FUCK PERU!!" and made fun of our immoral and illogical use of llamas versus alpakas. I'd be sad :(
But in all seriousness, that group has some serious allegations including, and I quote:
"Islam ordains apostates to be killed, limb amputations for petty theft, raping women as 'holy' legal punishment, lashings, men ordered to beat their wives, women are blamed if they're raped, molesting little girls is perfectly fine, those who insult Islam and all those who do not submit to it are to be killed through beheading and by the cutting off of their hands and feet."
Alright, I'm not the biggest Islam geek, but even I can spot out some fallacies within that paragraph. And even if all of that were 100% true, it doesn't mean all Muslims follow the Quran doctrine to a tee. Same as Christianity or any other religion that cites a specific document for its values and laws.
Now, keep in mind that this group has 11,000+ wall posts. But, at least if you're not going to take it seriously, feel free to browse around for some entertainment value. Personally, seeing all the anti-Muslim radicals and their hooooorrible typing skills delights me the most, but everyone has their funnybone fetish. Some of the claims on there are just plain preposterous, and its sad that people actually think like that. A lot of people on that page actually try to reason with the haters peacefully and rationally, but most of them end up saying they don't care, telling the nice open-minded individual that they're wrong and are going to hell.
In fact, Abdul and I were threatened to be murdered on this very page. After some back and forth tomfoolery, one man entered the commentversation (comment and conversation fused together, btw) and said this:
Romanul Banatean (Birmingham, AL)
4:13 PM
"heinrich, lets kill this taliban terrorist abdul and this liberal muslim lover shelton. These fucking liberals are more of threat to our proud aryan master race than all the sand monkeys and coloureds together"
I'm not kidding!
Now, also take into account the date of this blog post...if you see this in the far future, just go to that page (if it isn't deleted by then) and search the comment archives around this date if you want to read everything I said as well as Abdul and the Gestapo.
Like I said, its entertainment value if you actually don't care for what's going on. But, please take note of it and realize that this is possibly the smallest form of racism, bigotry, hatred, discrimination, propaganda, and ignorance out there. It only grows from there, folks =/
Anyway, other than that, nothing interesting has arisen in my life. Do you really care?
Probably not.
But, in recent news:
-Saw Bolt. Loved it. Reviewed it. 9.5/10
-Rented Prototype, I'll probably review that soon too when I beat it. For the uninitiated, Prototype is actually a video game, not a movie. But hey, maybe I wanna review it anyway. Huh, punk? Huh?
-Discovered a little gem called Dead Snow about Nazi zombies. Coming out this Friday in limited release. Who wants to see it?! I do. I don't care if its gimmicky. See my preview on my movie blog (www.kshelton21.blogspot.com <--yeah i plugged my other blog on this blog. sue me.)
-Ate a High Life Hot Dog from Longdogger's. Gotta love Florida's hot dog joints!
-Beat the gym-leader of fighting Pokemon in Pokemon: Platinum. Hooah!
Aaaand yeah, that's my weekend. Fantastical and full of whimsy!
That wraps it up for me on this Sunday night. Sakachawaaa
Oh, and, I dislike you with great contempt "FUCK ISLAM!!" group. U gais r sooo stewpid, i dono y i even bothar wit u LOL.
-Bloody Wanker Cunt
(I was called a wanker and cunt. multiple times. i added bloody for added British humor.)
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Moo Lawn Roo Zghjj
Sooooooooooooooooo
I saw Moulin Rouge last night...I saw parts of it a lo0ong time ago, but finally watched it in its entirety at an age that I can actually interpret the film.
Can I just say it was epic?
Moulin Rouge is fantastic from almost any perspective...I'm not even a fan of musicals and I adored it. Then again, that may be due to the fact that all the songs (except 1) are cover versions of other songs like Roxanne (best musical sequence I've ever seen, btw).
My only real gripe is that the one song that was actually written for the movie, "Come What May," isn't as gripping and emotionally sensational as its pretentious introduction and finale would have you believe. Then again, I saw it at 11 at night in a living room running off an Xbox 360, so perhaps the theatrical setting would have suited its sentimental value a bit better.
Nonetheless, I loved it, practically every minute of it. This isn't an official review from me, more just a short opinion I'm giving. To give it a rating though, I'm going with:
9.0/10
-Kyle Shelton
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Shinger Shpotlight: Danger Radio
So I'm gonna start doing this thing where I tell you about some really good singers/bands/rappers/etc. that you probably haven't heard of, and you are more than welcome to suggest some to me to post as well.
Being the first post about this, I've decided to go ahead and write about a little band called Danger:Radio. They're a tiny bit old, just a few years, but they have an original style and interesting pace to their songs. Mostly, they're very dancey and disco-esque, but they have a few slow songs to hold that crowd in as well (losers).
So, for my personal pick as my favorite song thus far from them, check out the video (or just listen to it) for "Slow Dance with a Stranger" by Danger:Radio. Enjoy!
Danger Radio- "Slow Dance With a Stranger"
Being the first post about this, I've decided to go ahead and write about a little band called Danger:Radio. They're a tiny bit old, just a few years, but they have an original style and interesting pace to their songs. Mostly, they're very dancey and disco-esque, but they have a few slow songs to hold that crowd in as well (losers).
So, for my personal pick as my favorite song thus far from them, check out the video (or just listen to it) for "Slow Dance with a Stranger" by Danger:Radio. Enjoy!
Danger Radio- "Slow Dance With a Stranger"
First Personal Post. WHAAAT?
Hello world!
Or, at least whoever's reading. How are you? Hahaha, rhetorical question...because you can't answer, because you're reading, because you're probably bombastically bored.
Well, this is the second blog I'm making alongside my movie blog, and it'll be just me ranting and raving about shwatever goes on in life. To be honest, idk why anyone would read my blog, but apparently people read blogs all the time...soo, here we are.
What to do, what to do...
Okay, let's start with what I did over the weekend. WAIT...before you navigate away thinking I'm just going to say "I saw a movie, it was good, i cleaned, i got a tan," fear not! I went to GAY DAYS at Disney in Orlando, Florida. Ahh yes, what better way to put the gays in a beautiful light than cramming them all into a children's wonderland without publicizing it to unwitting families.
Perfection.
Well, as you might expect, I have a couple interesting stories to tell. So which one do you want to hear first, the one about the self-righteous black woman watching over mentally handicapped people fighting with a bitchy gay man and his gay entourage ORRR how I got creeped on by a 40-something year old man from Colombia who didn't speak English?
You don't have a choice, I'll start with the catfight. (Ha, get it? A woman and a gay guy...catfight...)
So two of my friends, Abdul and Stephen (who are coincidentally dating) and I are sitting on a bench, relaxing for a few after walking around relentless. Woe and behold we see a black woman and three other people sitting with her who certainly seem to have some sort of mental disability. Well, we didn't pay enough attention to figure out what started this, BUT, all of a sudden we see this woman and some (ugly) old, incredibly bitchy gay man with a midriff just start to viciously verbalize some vehement violence (like that?) against eachother. Naturally, this caught our attention...as we tried to deduce the source of the predicament, we came down to two possible conclusions: either she was upset because the men were cursing or because they were flicking their cigarette ash in her direction. Either is a plausibly understandable situation to get angry about, so we were on her side almost the entire time. Not to mention, who likes bitchy gay guys anyway, right?
Alas! Here comes the twist! After a while of mouthy jabbing, the men start walking away. Here we are, sitting, cheering on (quietly) for the courageous black woman. THEN, she said something along the lines of: "Your lifestyle is going to lead you to hell."
Yeah, she said that at Gay Days.
Now, that's not verbatim, but you get the gist. This is where Abdul, Stephen, and I took back our cheering and turned into "...yay?" Honestly, what do you say to that? Whose side would YOU be on?
Well anyway, onto story #2...that is, if you're still reading this. Kudos to you if you're keeping up with my ridiculous ranting.
Straight or gay, man or woman, imagine if this man came up to you and asked you out:
Lol. Okay, that's a little exaggerated...that looks like a composite sketch of a serial rapist.
But! A 40 year old(ish) man from Colombia tried to hook up with me on Thunder Mountain.
...
Well, for those of you who haven't been or don't remember Thunder Mountain, it's only two people per cart. Well, there was three of us, and I was left to a cart by myself. That'd be fine, if they didn't allow single riders to awkwardly sit with you. Score for me, as some man sat next to me and immediately started speaking to me in Spanish, asking me where I'm from, who I'm here with, etc. That's all fine and dandy, a little awkward considering I was trying to be thrilled by the roller coaster, but whatever.
It's our second encounter that was a little more irritating.
After Thunder Mountain, he went his own way, naturally, and my group went our way. A couple hours later, we were taking a rest at a little smoking area with benches when the same guy starts walking my way. Naturally, I'm thinking "F. M. L." (all caps and with punctuation for emphasis), and he decides his pickup line consists of asking me what a certain symbol meant on the map. Mind you, the map has a key legend on the right side, but apparently I'm a Disney theme park expert. So I'm helping out and whatnot, then he just drops it:
"Tienes novio?"
Which, for the Hispanically (made up word) disinclined, means "Do you have a boyfriend?" I reply with a no, not right now, and then he called me cute.
I failed to mention that at this point, Stephen had met up with some friends, and Abdul left me to go talk to them. Purposefully ruining my life.
So I'm just like ohh, thanks. ha. ha. ha...
Luckily, the friends that Stephen met up with finally came over and saved the day! (Go you guys!) And the villainous Colombian, Molesto, was banished to the nether realms! AKA, he walked away.
So, there you go, two perfectly good stories from Gay Days. What did you expect, though, right?
Other recent news:
That's a lie.
I made a Tumblr account but I don't think I'm gonna keep up with it. We shall see.
Enjoy!
-SAKACHAWAAAAAAAA
Or, at least whoever's reading. How are you? Hahaha, rhetorical question...because you can't answer, because you're reading, because you're probably bombastically bored.
Well, this is the second blog I'm making alongside my movie blog, and it'll be just me ranting and raving about shwatever goes on in life. To be honest, idk why anyone would read my blog, but apparently people read blogs all the time...soo, here we are.
What to do, what to do...
Okay, let's start with what I did over the weekend. WAIT...before you navigate away thinking I'm just going to say "I saw a movie, it was good, i cleaned, i got a tan," fear not! I went to GAY DAYS at Disney in Orlando, Florida. Ahh yes, what better way to put the gays in a beautiful light than cramming them all into a children's wonderland without publicizing it to unwitting families.
Perfection.
Well, as you might expect, I have a couple interesting stories to tell. So which one do you want to hear first, the one about the self-righteous black woman watching over mentally handicapped people fighting with a bitchy gay man and his gay entourage ORRR how I got creeped on by a 40-something year old man from Colombia who didn't speak English?
You don't have a choice, I'll start with the catfight. (Ha, get it? A woman and a gay guy...catfight...)
So two of my friends, Abdul and Stephen (who are coincidentally dating) and I are sitting on a bench, relaxing for a few after walking around relentless. Woe and behold we see a black woman and three other people sitting with her who certainly seem to have some sort of mental disability. Well, we didn't pay enough attention to figure out what started this, BUT, all of a sudden we see this woman and some (ugly) old, incredibly bitchy gay man with a midriff just start to viciously verbalize some vehement violence (like that?) against eachother. Naturally, this caught our attention...as we tried to deduce the source of the predicament, we came down to two possible conclusions: either she was upset because the men were cursing or because they were flicking their cigarette ash in her direction. Either is a plausibly understandable situation to get angry about, so we were on her side almost the entire time. Not to mention, who likes bitchy gay guys anyway, right?
Alas! Here comes the twist! After a while of mouthy jabbing, the men start walking away. Here we are, sitting, cheering on (quietly) for the courageous black woman. THEN, she said something along the lines of: "Your lifestyle is going to lead you to hell."
Yeah, she said that at Gay Days.
Now, that's not verbatim, but you get the gist. This is where Abdul, Stephen, and I took back our cheering and turned into "...yay?" Honestly, what do you say to that? Whose side would YOU be on?
Well anyway, onto story #2...that is, if you're still reading this. Kudos to you if you're keeping up with my ridiculous ranting.
Straight or gay, man or woman, imagine if this man came up to you and asked you out:
Lol. Okay, that's a little exaggerated...that looks like a composite sketch of a serial rapist.
But! A 40 year old(ish) man from Colombia tried to hook up with me on Thunder Mountain.
...
Well, for those of you who haven't been or don't remember Thunder Mountain, it's only two people per cart. Well, there was three of us, and I was left to a cart by myself. That'd be fine, if they didn't allow single riders to awkwardly sit with you. Score for me, as some man sat next to me and immediately started speaking to me in Spanish, asking me where I'm from, who I'm here with, etc. That's all fine and dandy, a little awkward considering I was trying to be thrilled by the roller coaster, but whatever.
It's our second encounter that was a little more irritating.
After Thunder Mountain, he went his own way, naturally, and my group went our way. A couple hours later, we were taking a rest at a little smoking area with benches when the same guy starts walking my way. Naturally, I'm thinking "F. M. L." (all caps and with punctuation for emphasis), and he decides his pickup line consists of asking me what a certain symbol meant on the map. Mind you, the map has a key legend on the right side, but apparently I'm a Disney theme park expert. So I'm helping out and whatnot, then he just drops it:
"Tienes novio?"
Which, for the Hispanically (made up word) disinclined, means "Do you have a boyfriend?" I reply with a no, not right now, and then he called me cute.
I failed to mention that at this point, Stephen had met up with some friends, and Abdul left me to go talk to them. Purposefully ruining my life.
So I'm just like ohh, thanks. ha. ha. ha...
Luckily, the friends that Stephen met up with finally came over and saved the day! (Go you guys!) And the villainous Colombian, Molesto, was banished to the nether realms! AKA, he walked away.
So, there you go, two perfectly good stories from Gay Days. What did you expect, though, right?
Other recent news:
- I saw The Hangover, which I awarded a 7.5 for being hysterical and smart, but not as climactic or having much of a point to it.
- The review I wrote for it was featured on www.PalmBeaches.com. Hooray! Check out that site, and thanks to Chase Fitzgerald for the hookup :).
- I ate some steak.
- The trailer for "The Princess and The Frog" was revealed, and I got a little too excited. I'd rate my excitement level on about equal to a little kid getting ice cream, a new toy, and a puppy on the same day.
- I created a blog! WOW OMG CRAZY RIGHT?!
- I finally watched the movie "Trainspotting," directed by Slumdog Millionaire director Danny Boyle. 'Twas good, but really not his best work. I didn't write an in-depth review, but I'd recommend it to people who love movies about druggies for sure. It's compared to "Requiem for a Dream" a lot, but to be blunt (haha blunt...used for drugs...), I gotta say I thoroughly enjoyed and recommend Requiem much more highly. But hey, sera que sera, right? (Not sure if that fits here.)
That's a lie.
I made a Tumblr account but I don't think I'm gonna keep up with it. We shall see.
Enjoy!
-SAKACHAWAAAAAAAA
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