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Chrity
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now I wll never lose it...
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Today is the last day of class for the semester - i'm going to go. I haven't gone for weeks because I was in court. The trial consumed my world - and now it is over, and to no avail. One of the men who murdered my dad has been acquitted by the jury. I don't understand... I mean, it makes everything seem so much more meaningless than it already did!
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041217
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chrity
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I still have my faith - I know that God will make things right someday.... somehow...
faith is being certain of things unseen.... Hebrews 11:1
If there has ever been a time that i have needed to listen to that, this is it.
It seems as though as soon as I begin to overcome one thing, another comes my way - satan would try to break me, but I am strong. I can only be strong.
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chrity
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Remind me each moment that faith does not hold hands with understanding!
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041217
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chrity
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it is after 7 am, nearly 7:30... I haven't slept... and now I have things I need to do. I have class in a while. i could shower, but i don't know that i care. i am so sleepy... and hungry... yup. hmmmm... i have more meaningful things to say, but i am tired.
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041217
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chrity
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I just pooped a huge turd in the shape of a 9. That's all for now.
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this is so wrong
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not chrity
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its a lie
chrity hasnt been around for years
chrity_imposters seem to pop up on occasion though
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chrity herself was an imposter... someone on blather pretending to be chrity
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041218
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isn't there a little but of chrity in all of us?
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041218
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its just me
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What's the deal with vomiting venom all over someone's blather sobriquet?
Is that somehow equivalent to wrapping the quilt of anonymity around oneself and honestly (if not prohibitively zealous and voluminous in her espousal of a certain faith or belief system) sharing her religion out of the best intentions. Sure maybe the manner was a little vexing, a little inelegant, a little off putting..but I don't think she was trying to tear anyone down.
Whee does this reflexive rancor and spite come from that runs so deep in the human animal?
I mean, because she didn't choose to abdicate her argument, her very being to the commissar's of secular humanism or to the more caustic voices of dissention, for that for the sheer obstinancy and ubiquity of her simple injunction is she to be sprayed with every ignominy imaginable?
Why do argument and dissention have to deteriorate to the feces slinging frays of our pre teen years?
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the unchrity
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oh, shut up you drama queen
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041219
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its just me
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That's your argument? What an inadequate and puerile response. When confronted by an argument that is clearly beyond someone's cognitive and or spiritual or emotional reach the brute reverts to an atavistically intolerant state. He becomes The belligerantt, the bellicose, chucker of stone and wielder of blunt instrument.
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041219
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the unchrity
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it wasn't an argument, it was an imperative, you sad angry man.
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Imperative or not how do you equate an appeal for justice and compassion with being a sad angy man? What careening hydro-encephalic aspect of ego endows you, or equips you to assume you have any authority to impose on another, or any authority - which is external and flung out of spite - to impose or impress upon someone else simply because an appeal for decency and compassion has been expressed?
It is sadly and merely the detritus of the cultural and spiritual dystopia we suckle our souls upon. We have settled for less. We have decided to be less than what we are and for that yes I am sad and at times angry. But I am not angry with you. I would if I could figuratively take you by the hand (figuratively) and lead you to an unfamiliar place..the place of allowing and accepting the other's iniradicable and divine right to innocently and non-maliciously express themselves out of thier own authority. That is what I, you and Charity have done.
You, however have chosen to assert your personhood by the use of insult. That is a very sad statement about yourself. There is a place and it is not so dark and uncertain it is filled with light, this place of equanimity and compassion does not represent a weakness of character or a dimunition of your own authority or power by simply being brave enough give yourself the permission to accord the other, to hear the other speaking out of his/her experience.
Yes I am arguing for empathy. I am arguing for the the capacity, the desire for us to move beyond our own inner cosmos of experience and extend ourselves into own known horizons. I am saying that we as a civilization as a species have lived too long in the darkness of our own hearts, our own solipsism and it has bred a narrow breadth of heart. We are not too young or too old to contemplate a new way of being or relating to one another.
I could mine the sky for metaphores and frieght my soliloquy with the wheight of all the worlds greatest scribes and sages and still not impart to you what
is the seed, the magical seed of authenticity, of that guiless charismatic core of personhood is.
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Yes I am sad, yes I am a man and yes I have at times been angry. Could not those same words be applied to you at various times in your trek through life?
Perhaps your unwarranted and unprovoked ejaculation of ire is a manifestation of insecurity or an inconsolable pang of sorrow or some seed of misery that has lodged itself in your depths.
Assuming an advesarial posture and reving up the flatulant cannon is not an expression strength, it is a reflex.
I have an idea of what your tue blather identity is, but I will not indulge those suspicions here, it is unfortunate for YOU and your evolution as a human that this is the manner you select to express and or amuse yourself by.
Nevertheless, have a happy holiday season.
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the unchrity
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get over yourself. there's nothing up there that indicates that you aren't a sad, angry drama queen
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041220
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hwo else can i be but ME?
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No no no no no. We must never get over ourselves. We must be at the primacy of all we behold or else we become the weak the abused the down trodden the neurotically disabled and crippled, we become marginalized mumbling quietly to ourselves in a corner.
I do however hope you have an awesome christmas and a great new year.
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ALTCntrlDelt
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Damn straight.
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041221
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I mean im just sayin
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What if theuncharity was really an aspect of chrity's fractured and hence and or by extension schizophrenic, id? I'm saying what if she back slid or even attained a level of personal piety heretofore not attained by us non-mystics? and then what if this piety or the arduous attainment of this rarefied piety that exerted such pressure that it caused the formation of a persona that is and or is the antithesis - hmmm...an expression of the ineluctable self-loathing that accompanies the pscyhe of the chaste and long-suffering acolyte...so..what if?
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Chrity
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I haven't blathed in years - I forgot that this even existed; and it makes me laugh that people pretend to be me. I think it's easy to tell what I wrote from what the chrity_imposters wrote - they write in a different voice. It's hard to be objective about something like that though.
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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