March222012

Rick Santorum and his Lovely Catholic Way

Just when everyone was beginning to think that Catholicism was a dying religion with majority of its devout members in their 80s and the rest content with attending mass on Christmas, along comes ultra conservative, pure bred Catholic boy, Rick Santorum. He is a modern day Crusader, upholding the Catholic tradition and killing his way through the secular world that is standing in his way like a Muslim in the holy land.  In a metaphorical (or maybe not) sense, he’s totally down with violating the 6th amendment in the name of the Lord. 

And nowadays, when you’re used to seeing more modern “neo-Christian” groups verbally sending sinners to hell, he takes the spear of judgment and stabs it straight in the heart of anyone that thinks differently than he does; paving the path of self-righteousness for Catholics once again.  Not even the golden Mormon, Mitt Romney can keep up with the amount of outdated religious doctrine this guy spews out on a nightly basis.

While this was not the norm for any Catholics that I’ve grown up with, Rick Santorum fights the good fight for those that follow the pope and says NO.  He says no to contraceptives, even if you’re trying to reduce the risk of cervical cancer. He says no to the thought gay marriage.  Basically, Rick says no to anything that can overcompensate for a lifetime full of bitterness because of his struggles to find his penis inside of a vagina. 

Ladies and gents, this man knows the modern day beatitudes and lives them too.  We are called to make the life of a white man as easy as possible.  We are called to withhold the value of religion no matter how many constitutional principles you how to flush down the toilet like a glob of gooey santorum (if you don’t already know, I’ll explain in the next paragraph).  We are called to uphold the sanctity of marriage by ensuring that birth control is least affordable for those that need to control it the most.

Adding to the irrelevant state that is his campaign, he’s made contraception and his strict reproductive-only stance one of the biggest talking points of his recent campaign.  Most likely to get the religious majority, but perhaps also that  people don’t get any crazy ideas due to his last name being synonymous with a certain product created by two guys bumpin’ nasties.

Google “santorum” (do it).  I know you probably think the search engine will come up with something along the lines of, bitter, ugly white man who had trouble getting tang in college and now he gets back at the world by trying every measure to enact laws that make it as difficult as is for him get laid.  Actually, in this instance, google search spreads the frothy truth.  Yes sir, one hefty glob of santorum will be enough to make even the writers of disgusting blogs puke (same as listening to one of his speeches).

Although listening to this dude talk about intercourse like he’s had hefty experience is laughably entertaining, it’s the extreme Catholicism that comes out in the man, that always making the highlight reel.  Basically, both of these candidates are about as Christ loving as Pontius pilot when it comes down to it, but us Catholics are known to put up a battle when it comes to religiousness. This is not a race about antics my friends.  None of the candidates run on actual, Christ like platforms of helping the poor, but have more belligerent followers than Jesus after everyone heard about that whole water into wine thing (the most appealing tale to Catholic ears).  And you can’t help but love Santorum, not because of the size of the dog in this fight and his realistically small chance of winning, but for the size of the fight in the dog (Woof woof!)

The beauty of the whole situation is, that in a race between a Mormon and a catholic, the catholic is whipping and crucifying (metaphorically; don’t be ridiculous) this latter-day saint to his sacrimonial death.  Joseph Smith and the entire state of Utah are rolling in their grave when they see Rick Bible thumping his way to the top over Romney one queer smack by the fist of god at a time.  That’s right, the guy who belongs to a religion that is responsible for prop 8 and gay bashing dead soldiers is being out-homophobed by a religion that regularly makes headlines for sex abuse scandals involving priests and young boys and a following that makes up 4/5 of the world’s alcoholics.

But isn’t this how it’s supposed to be? Catholics will always come ahead in the end because of a lack of shame and the insane amount of guilt covered up by the idea that if you say sorry, it’s all cool.  No matter how badly Santorum loses the actual political race and well, votes, Romney will walk away knowing that he got religion sharted in his face harder than santorum producing sex.  Catholics are simply the greatest when it comes to making up bullshit, and pulling out irrelevant doctrines in order to judge and shove dogma down anyone’s throat without adhearing to any kind of rationality. 

This is the religion that made arrogance look cool long before the first frat guy popped his collar and called it a party. Shit, the Old Testament pretty much invented eternal judgment and the ignorance of original sin (Noah’s Arch, for one) to prove to others that you’re not as good as me.  And the most glorious thing of all happens when we nonchelauntly go back to praying when it’s convenient for us and believing that our menial deeds gets us somewhere.  So all you latter-day saints and modern conservatards that make up the Evangelical base can take your fear of Muslims and your closet homosexuality and shove it! Us Catholics have a first class ticket to heaven because we say sorry twice a year and it’s a Friday during Lent and I haven’t eaten meat. 

February262012

The Business Network

Highlighting the cultural differences between business events and well, everything else.

If you’ve ever stumbled into a tacky hotel bar during some random evening and noticed that the crowd all placed name tags on their chests, wore clothes appropriate for a courtroom, and appeared to be having some kind of boredom contest, then chances are you have walked into “the business crowd”.  When you find yourself hanging out with this type of bunch, getting someone to just crack a smile can feel like a week long chore from hell even though they’re not crunching numbers behind a computer screen. 

I have been fortunate enough to have attended a number of such sanctions through college and now as a graduate and beginner in the white collar work world.  These events come in many shapes and sizes, but 90 percent of the most common ones for a young stud such as myself to attend is a networking happy hour, which is a “social” drinking event for all sorts of lawyers, bankers, accountants, and what not; I reiterate, the definite white collar crowd, trying to promote their body shampoo that they got scammed into selling, and now they have to overcompensate their lost investment, or perhaps just find some ladies. 

Of course, the amount of drinks that can be “socially” consumed highly depends on the person.  I don’t know too many over the age of 23 that seriously intend on drinking past the social stage, it’s just that our vices always seem to get the better of us in a tense environment.  Although the term professional applies to everyone (even a hooker), some sort of business world/office job is indirectly required to pass off to this bunch.  But that seems to be the modern day societal pace; the separation between white and blue collar America, the main difference being the ability of the business associates to disguise the orgy of Satans living inside them by appearing to be less interesting than the super bowl coca cola commercials.

Who do you find yourself having the most fun with? While the blues mix up their gatherings with all sorts of artistic and music events, the white collars treat every gathering as brunch at the country club, making it ok with themselves to once again wear boat shoes and hold their beer by the base of the glass while hovering around a flat screen to watch two teams from a thousand miles away that they have no relation to battle it out.  And they just stand there, occasionally muttering phrases that take a whole three brain cells to comprehend.  “This Miller Lite is pretty good.  Belichick’s strategy is really going to overcompensate for the bronco’s small left line-backer. I like beer.”  Their knowledge of useless sports statistics is the deepest you’re going to tap into them at any event.

So, if you happen to be one that consistently finds yourself surrounded by blue collared workers, artists, journalists, and underachieving geniuses, then an event like such can be worse than a New Jersey tribal tattoo show off.  Obviously, your best bet is to only go to the events that you would end up at naturally.  The one’s where you can wiggle your ass however long you’d like and no one says a word.  The same kinds of events where you can smoke a bong filled with salvia and laced with Viagra while you’re receiving a blow job from a Lebanese hooker.  OK, Might want to skip the salvia, but the point is that you’re going to feel best at the places you feel free.  There’s no tense and judging atmosphere that notices when someone shirt is un-tucked when you hang out with folks like this. 

The Slick Rick business crowd, on the other hand, seems to be forever constipated with the ability to let loose and have a good time.  The worst part about these events is that there sole intention is to create a relaxed atmosphere, but this stand offish horde that’s deathly afraid to try anything different or talk to anyone other than their corporate clones cannot handle such low key ambiance and make everyone feel more uncomfortable than a black guy at a Hootie and the Blowfish concert.  As a result, the longer the party lasts, the harder it is to behave yourself.  And not because you’re the type of person to act out of line, but because the prudish attitudes piercing the energy of this place makes it entirely too difficult to stand around and cope with lack of individual freedom and self-expression.

After a couple of drinks and more than an hour of standing around talking high school basketball and dealing with these lame Janes, you’re deep-seeded yearning desire to see what kind of surprised look their corporate faces show when you crack an extremely offensive joke takes everlasting control of your conscience.  “So, did you hear the one about do-it-yourself abortions?… It’s as easy as one, two, queef!”

Once, you’ve done this the night is basically over, but that’s ok. Because you’re at the same place you started.  At least now, the other attendees recognize your existence.  Sure you might receive some evil stares and not be able to approach a single stranger in the crowd, but the amazing thing is, if there is good in your heart there is always a small percentage of cool, like-minded people in the audience, that found your joke amusing and is forever thankful that you had the balls to shake things up, and piss off the people you’d rather piss on.

-Smokin Chronicles

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