the malachi crunch

how much do we value the truth? are we just the front's that we make ourselves appear? Am i my actions or am i my true feelings? How do i know my true feelings? Are my true feelings just based on how i have been raised? Who the fuck am i? and who are you to judge me?
they are the questions i would like to ask before i raise the following issues. How do you identify yourself? Do you see yourself as the colour of your skin? Do you see yourself as a product of your nation? Do you see yourself as part of humanity? Do you see yourself as an insignificant organism, with an evolutionary advantage being the brain and intellect; and that intellect allows you to feel superior to those creatures who don't have said intellect?

- I want to be clear; the issue might be raised that Maitland is too white. And i would like to take objection, a non racist objection. It is a touchy feely subject and we must look at the facts; and if you don't i'll be waiting for you in the carpark. My belief is that everyone is the same, no matter how much pigment they have in their skin, and that if everyone has equal rights and is of equal person, then there should be no distinction made. You might raise affirmative action? But i say if someone receives ninety five percentile on their HSC/SAT then they deserve to study medicine, no matter what colour their skin may be. If they have a darker colour skin, i don't see why they should be accepted into medicine after obtaining a lower percentile than someone with lighter pigment. Ok Then perhaps the brutal history may be taken into consideration; and yes it is a valid point, and we live in a society that is totally opposed to aboriginal traditions and the way they ran the land. But there is also the opportunity for a longer and 'easier' physical life, and debatable as it is, that comes at a cost; as much as the natural life may appeal to the modern agent. We would all dreamily like to kill kangaroos and live a natural life, perhaps, without thinking about any office, this is a tough and brutal life, with no time for extended reflection or any prolonged development of ideas, aside the cave paintings. And it doesn't leave room for the vegans who will wither and die.

This is in no way indicative to any negative attributes of the native people, it is saying that currently we find ourselves in todays culture, and no matter what you do or say we are never going back to foraging for grasses and hunting kangaroos. Just the same as the situation in Iraq, it fucken hurts to hear that 103 soldiers died last month (native iraq people aside) all death hurts,it seriously fucken hurts, and the figures associated with it hurt. But from an idealog point of view, there is no rasicsm in it; it is saying that;take some twins born in the middle east. One is raised in Iran and one is raised in the Cook Islands, will you tell me that the one raised in the cook islands has the same islamic beliefs as the one raised in the cook islands; under a traditional Cook Islander family? No, no fucken way if you have any sense. So there goes the objection that some people are just inlcined to believe in certain, (christian included) traditions such as islamic religion , no fucken way. Everyone says well they came to that belief, hmm why? why is it only a certain part of the world comes to that belief? Maybe becuase they were brainwashed from a child.
And now if you say i am coming from that brainwashed perspective, i say yes it is true in part; but objectively looking at the world (which i'm allowed to do in my 'free' society) i am allowed more facts then any non democratic point of view, plus i am allowed to practice any religion i want. So religion aside the idealog point of view, is that any person ; skin colour aside is able to grow up with freedom of information and allowed to choose what they believe to be right; not be forced into a religious dogma. So how can you say that all people are equal, yet certain people in the middle east are inclined to belive in islam? cause you're a fucken idiot.
Every human being, if you believe in human rights, is the same, and should reach their optimum when they are allowed to experience a freedom of information, free from religious or societal opions. Now this can never be praticed in the real world; only in the perfect world, because with human nature comes greed, and with greed comes theft and so on... But all you can do is allow someone to grow up in an environment that allows them to experience all they can in the academic world, and learn all possible theories.
To say that a certain group of people should only be subject to the views of a Despot, then that is to deny a human freedom. Now how many lives should be sacrificed to espouse that freedom? I am not sure, but looking at the finality of life, and the future of so many more that are allowed to be who they want to be. I say it needs to take time. It hurts, but you are only reading this because soemone before you was hurt. Like i said this is not about race, creed or religion. It is about a human being having the opportunity to grow up as who they want to be. And you must decide if that is worth one or ten million lives to finally achieve a harmony, a harmony than isn't ever lasting but can have permanence through many generations.

that's some wino philosophying; ive had nearly two bottles of wine. See i wasn't lying when i said i was a high functioning drunk, just like old Winston Churchill. i'm going to wing a story, here goes:

A spectacular failure.
The sign was rusted; he looked at it with a slight grimmace. The speed limit ensured that his dignity would not be lost for long, as he passed at a high pace. The past was in that sign, and his wife was part of that history. She had accepted at first, that he wanted to be grand with his life, that he wanted to see his name in neon lights. A faux representation of reality, it beguiled him in a world of the secular. A universe of unlimited possibilities that couldn't translate to the world he found himself in. If only thoughts were concrete. Yes if only. If that was true, he most definately wouldn't be alive now, a thousand killing thoughts of first graders would have him finished off. No time for his master work, no time to meet friends. No time to drive passed the lost hope of a parade, and a plan that didn't backfire; it exploded with the power of an atom bomb. He sucked back the whiskey and felt warmth in his throat, the burn and hope slunk down his throat.
'Put that away, it won't go with your pills,' she said in contempt.
At least i tried to do something, he thought, and took a last look at the sign in the mirror. The weather had faded it, and he quietley fell asleep, the bottle of whiskey shamefully hidden by his hip. Driven by his wife, the jeep rode across the bumpy gravel road. It took him back to his resting cocoon, giving him time to ponder lost memories, while sitting comfortably in his leather chair with a view of the bush.

Quote; 'i am the meek, why don't you leave me alone?'