All posts by therabiddidactic

The Summer of Discontent

***Preface : I wrote this piece for a school assignment more years ago than I care to admit. As I’m changing computers soon, I figured where better to store than the deep recesses of the internet? As usual, I expect no one to read this, but if anyone is passing by, feel free to have a read, it is rather lengthier than my usual scribbles on this though***

—————————————————————————–

When I was ten – a mere slip of a lad – I had the great pleasure of staying at my gran’s for the whole summer. (It is a shame that my computer does not provide a sarcastic font.) This rather unique holiday arrangement was not as cruel as it may initially sound – my parents were not somewhat maliciously shipping me out to my gran’s, like some kind of trendy evacuee, just so they could be rid of me for seven weeks; they were in fact accompanying me whilst our family home had an extension built. Being ten, I wasn’t so much excited about the imminent construction work, as I was inconvenienced.

I’ll be honest – I wasn’t exactly thrilled at the prospect of spending an entire summer holiday at my gran’s. For a start: who on earth was I going to play with? I mean my gran was pretty sprightly for a seventy-five year old woman, but I still couldn’t envisage her footballing skills being up to much. Secondly there was the very important matter of the TV – seven weeks of ‘Cash in the Attic’ and no cartoons whatsoever was not my idea of fun. Furthermore, when my parents informed me that my gran’s internet connection was a rather archaic ‘AOL Dial-Up’ system, I did actually contemplate giving Child-Line a phone.

However, it was the lack of companions my own age that caused me the greatest concern; in fact, it led to me entertaining myself in a rather unusual fashion. I would go out to my gran’s back garden and fervently recreate the battle scenes from some of my favourite films, such as ‘The Lord of the Rings’ or ‘Star Wars’. Even more tragic to contemplate now, I would also run around the garden pretending to be the Master Chief from the Halo computer game series. This would normally entail me shooting at invisible enemies; I would also run towards make believe space ships to escape from mysterious, imaginary parasitic alien entities who were hell bent on killing me; watched all the while by my often bemused – and most certainly disappointed – family.

The summer seemed to drag in and inevitably I began to run out of ideas for my games. I began to turn to other sources like television programmes and books in order for me to fuel my imaginary world. My “Adventures” would range from defeating Daleks as Doctor Who to even taking on the mantle of minor characters from childhood cartoons such as ‘Dragonball Z’. As much as these games amused me at the time, as July slowly moved onwards I began to tire of playing with myself – I missed playing games with my friends; I missed the companionship; I missed the banter; I missed the physical interaction. I guess I knew then what it must feel like for Hollywood actors who act in front of blue screens, pretending to react to non-existent creatures, prior to their CGI insertion.

By late July the extension was now so far along in the building process that it was possible for us to move back home. As I enjoyed the company of my friends once again, it was some time before the concept of playing with myself eventually re-entered my mind like an insidious and unwanted visitor. I began to find that as I watched new films and television programmes, I’d often want to act out the parts of some of the characters – usually the protagonist – in different scenarios. It began at home. If I found myself in a state of ennui, I would go into an empty room and act out whatever outlandish fantasies my vivid little imagination allowed. This was all fine until it left the home and spilled over into the playground.

However, it all came to a tragic and horrifying end with one cringe-inducing incident of shame that took place in the rather mundane setting of my primary school playground. I was acting out a scene from Halo, playing as the Marines against the mighty Covenant – a brutal federation of alien races! I rolled around the grass, firing invisible bullets at invisible adversaries; all the while making the ‘hum’ noise of a futuristic machine gun – although I probably sounded more like a camp bee. I turned my gun behind me and noticed that there were three people standing there – sadly not three mighty Covenant warriors; rather, three of my befuddled – and most certainly disappointed – friends. As they stood still, they seemed to be wondering what the hell I was doing. It was only when one of them began to giggle, that the others also broke out into loud and raucous laughter. My mortification was absolute. I had often heard people talking about times when they had wished that the ground had opened up and swallowed them whole, but had never experienced the sensation myself. I experienced it now. It took all my determined resolution – and all of The Force that my fledgling Padawan powers could muster – not to run away, crying; but I stood firm. Well: sort of firm; and sort of ‘not crying.’

My friends were merciless. They pointed at me like I was some kind of freak – which in hindsight I guess I kind of was. Their taunts and laughter drew the attention of many more of the playground clientele, until I was virtually circled by a baying mob of mocking adolescents. I felt horrible – like I was being analysed and dissected right out in the open; all of this because I had shown a propensity for having a wee bit of an over-active imagination. Hardly deserving of such hostile and hurtful playground derision.

I headed into the sanctity of the school building, the sound of jeering and sniggering still burning my ears. Upon entering the cloakroom I spied a large pile of coats on the floor – thrown there haphazardly by their owners. Like Gollum retreating to the dark safety of the Misty Mountains, I took my ‘Precious’ feelings and crawled inside my very own coat-made Musty Mountains. I lay there for an eternity – or at least until the school bell rang. I hoped that I had hidden away long enough to erase my friends’ memories. Sadly, this was never going to be a possibility.

Children can be incredibly cruel at times. I know this because I never truly heard the end of the matter. For months I was known as ‘Master Chief’ to my contemporaries; the wittier ones even opting for the more ironic ‘Master Chef’ at times, which in turn gave way to my S1 moniker, ‘Ainsley.’

The ordeal, which left me emotionally scarred for life – as it would anybody – still leaves me cringing when I see younger children rolling around the floor in a similarly theatrical manner to myself in my younger days. If only I hadn’t spent the summer at my gran’s, I would be a far more rounded and stable human being; I would also be able to watch children cavorting joyfully without feeling the overwhelming urge to projectile vomit – something their parents tend to find somewhat unsavoury.

The Betrayal

Fuck.

A single word rang out in his mind as he gazed upon the mess he had created.

I loved him as a brother, not just as a man. 

What have I done?

The dagger dropped from his hand as he gazed at the broken wreck of a man he had betrayed. His mind’s eye gazed into long lost summers, as boys they had ran through the fields, climbed trees, stole crops. All of it together. 

As men they had shared grief at the loss of comrades, toasted accomplishments in mutual joy, fought together, bickered over woman. Again, all of it together.

Suddenly he snapped back into reality, his thoughts interrupted by footsteps on the cold marble floor.
Slowly he turned to face the newcomer. For a moment he could not register what he saw, before finally the colour drained from his face and he began to tremble.

“I’m sorry” He whispered half to the stranger and half to the body of his friend at his feet.

A cold bony finger reached out and touched his cheek gently.

And he began to weep as the darkness fell.

The Truth about Atheism (Dawkinism)

 

Image

 

We’ve all seen it, on youtube, on social media, in books, hell even on TV.

Atheism is everywhere, and some would say, that’s a good thing. 

But is it really a good thing? “Of course it is, people have a right to believe whatever they want to believe” I hear you cry. Well yeah, some would say that. And I totally agree with that. But the problem with this argument is that the vast majority of atheists do not seem to agree with this statement, unless of course, it’s in regards to them themselves.

I find it pretty ironic, that these same atheists accuse Christians of forcing there beliefs unto others, whilst at the same time denouncing anyone with the “audacity” to mention their religious beliefs on a public platform as an idiot. On the same breath, usually reciting the same old arguments about how religion is even due to the crusades and their views on homosexuality…ya, da, da.

The fact is, if anyone is forcing their beliefs on ANYONE in European society it is the Dawkinists, as one might call them. Their arguments about why religion is a bad thing are totally ridiculous. For one, their condemnation of Christianity as a war starter is ridiculous at best. There are very few wars where Christianity has been the driving reason behind them. Even the Crusades weren’t really about the crusades. Most of the so-called “religious wars” in Christian history were simply a case of Christianity being used as a Cassus belli in order to fulfill some need the the particular state had. The Crusades themselves, were not so much about reclaiming the holy land, or driving the Muslims out of it, but as a way of cementing the power of the Church over the Holy Roman Emperor and finding a area in which European trading powers could directly access the trade of the east without it having to pass through Constantinople, home of the corrupt Byzantine court, with it’s high tariffs and rocky relationship with Western Europe. 

The Reconquista, was far less about Christianity also, Christianity, was, again, simply used as a Cassus belli in order for the Princes of the northern Hispanic peninsula to gain greater wealth and resources, without the support of it’s Catholic people and other Catholic princes, these states would have faced great difficulty in achieving these goals. Thus, Christianity would have been used as a at the time, justifiable reason for war. Think, of the war on terror, the American government invaded Iraq in the name of the war on terror, that was IT’S Cassus Belli despite the fact there was no evidence Iraq had any WMD’s or had any part in 9/11. Now you have an idea of why religion was used as a way of selling a war to a population in the past.

Any atheist, who believes that there would somehow be less war without religion, is deluded and devoid of any historical knowledge. One only needs to look at the Cult of Reason in revolutionary France, or at the Social-Darwinism of Hitler’s Germany, or to the Gulags of Soviet Russia, to see that non-religious, arguably atheist concepts have already killed more than any single religious war ever did.

Yet to the Atheist, this historical context is ignored, when unable to respond to it, the atheist moves on to why God doesn’t exist. Exhibiting an arrogance so profound it baffles. The Atheist seems unable to comprehend, that applying the scientific method to the existence of God, goes against religious and philosophical thinking since the time of the Greeks. 

Since the birth of Greek philosophy it’s generally been assumed that any religious deity is not on the plane of existence, or a part of this universe. For the atheist to demand that proof be given for the existence of any God is totally nonsensical. No religious person could possibly answer such a claim, as it’s simply not in their belief system that God is of this universe. So the arrogance of atheism in demanding that religious people should justify an assumption that atheism is making themselves is absolutely astounding.

For the outsider one whom is neither an atheist nor religious (such as myself) it seems like the vast majority of these Dawkinist atheists seem to lack basic understanding of how religion works, or even how science itself operates. The fact that many of the scientists working on theories such as the big bang, are religious, seems to be absolutely lost on them.

The general assumption that all religious people are simply imbeciles seems to be made by the younger generation of atheists, atheists taught on Dawkinist beliefs. These atheists seem to be fuelled by the hypocritical notion, that they are right, and thus can act in any way they want in regards to religious people and there beliefs. Whilst at the same time, demanding that they should be treated with respect by those of religious persuasion. And ironically, demanding that they do not “force” their religious beliefs upon others, whilst at the same time, telling them not to believe in the “tooth fairy”.

Other reasons supposedly justifying the hatred towards Christianity exhibited by atheism is Christianity’s viewpoint on homosexuality. This has recently been a big issue in the western world regarding the church’s attitude to gay marriage. In this regard, it’s important to note that Christianity can have whatever view on gay marriage that it wants to have. In the western world, marriage in a Christian ceremony that nowadays no one is forced to partake in. Many, both straight and gay couples now have civil partnerships instead. If Christianity is to be forced to change their views on something simply to appease another, minority group, then that does not justify atheisms view on the matter. As if someone came into their home and told them to change their views on christianity, lest become a bigot, they would rightly not be happy. The Church can do what it wants, within the Church. When we start changing groups views to appease others we enter shaky ground. The fact is that whilst atheism condemns Christianity’s view on homosexuality as homophobic, one could tar their own view on Christianity with a similar brush: Bigoted.

As such, the hypocrisy of atheist views never cease to amaze. And one wonders, why is the modern atheist like this? Why can they not follow a more agnostic approach, and keep their views to themselves? 

One must conclude that many of these atheists are young, and ill-informed about the world, easily influenced by Dawkins hate speech. Many of these young atheists are quite simply socially awkward young people who lack any special set of skills, or any particular interesting quality. They don’t have a sense of belonging, and quite often have felt abandoned by the churches of their youth. Such atheists quickly find solace in the arms of Dawkinism and suddenly find they are part of a movement which not only makes them feel part of something, but can protect their own insecurities by allowing them to act as though they were intellectuals, somehow above the so-called feeble minded religious masses. Armed with this knowledge, many feel free to trample on whomever’s belief system they want on social platforms, especially the internet, as they can rest assured that as soon as an intelligent, educated religious person comes willing to debate with them , that their fellow Dawkinists will save them by swarming the target and employing the much revered majority fallacy, seeking to silence their opponent by sheer force of numbers.

However, one must be fair. That these sad, lonely individuals have flocked to a movement that makes them feel (however wrongly) superior to the rest of humanity is not surprising, given their formerly lonely, helpless status. It is however a cause for concern, that the hate breeded by Dawkins will continue to attract more of these vulnerable human beings that will continue to spread poison across schools, workplaces and public platforms across the Western World.

And that, my friends, is the truth about modern Atheism (Dawkinism). It is nothing more than a misguided, ill informed movement of sad, lonely, insignificant human beings, desperate for recognition and a sense of belonging, guided by men who seek only to fuel hatred towards their fellows.

More must be done to save more of these poor individuals, perhaps by welcoming them into agnosticism, or Christianity, or simply educating them more in both sides of the argument, with factual, informed books, rather than hate breeding ones. So that they may come to their own beliefs and views on how the world works.

TheRabidDidactic.

Risk

 

 

Image

 

He sat there, rolling over and over in his mind what he was about to do. Would it be worth it? Was he making a mistake? Was he ready to do something like this?

The lights changed and he knew it was time. He stood up; surrounded by sheep trotting along in carefree aimlessness, he was determined and resolved. 

He waited. He boarded his vessel and the warm, long arduous wait began. For what seemed like an eternity he waited still, until finally he was released from his bondage and forced into a new land, into what he had both longed for, for so many months, yet feared at the same time. It was he who wandered now, lost and confused he passed through many different places, looking for what he knew would relieve the stress of his endeavour.

He walked on, thinking of the times passed, his anticipation growing with each thought. His pace quickened, his senses heightened. He composed himself. It was time. Time to see if this was worth it.

He came to a halt. The first barrier approached. The gatekeeper looked at him with accusing eyes, yet he stood firm in his resolve, and grudgingly he was let through into the kingdom beyond.

Shock. Disappointment. Fear. Regret

He stood silently, searching. He could not see his salvation. He could not see his saviour.

 

Panic.

 

He rushed around now, searching through a complex he had no knowledge of. With each step his heart quickened, what had been anticipation mere moments ago was now fear. 

 He looked at the signs, he worried frantically if he had made a fatal error.  Yet here was hope. A man sat there, non-chalant as if time itself was no issue for him. 

He pleaded with the man and was rewarded. He found his direction. A new conviction. 

He couldn’t have made a mistake, could he?

His pace quickened, his heart beat faster with anticipation, his salvation was in sight. 

Yet still, he was not there.

A guardian blocked his path, he quickly found ways to move around it, to close the final gap.

There she was.

His salvation.

She ran to him, they came together like two halves of a whole. One heart beat together and he felt euphoria rush through them, he knew know that he was no longer himself. No longer alone. But finally he was with his love.

Finally they were one.

The Atheist

A blue plain, a black mountain up ahead; he stopped, looked, listened. Intently he changed direction, broken by the weight of thoughts. Stopping, he looked around, the colours in the sky changed again. Anger overwhelmed him. For what did this God have for him?

He looked around, his brethren sat silently, paying no mind to changes overhead. His eyes darkened as he saw yet another structure placed about the ground miles away. God did not do that, they said. But from the whence the light came such structures continued to fall, for this was a new world they said, unhindered by the troubles of their own.

Thump, thump, thump.

He gazed upwards, the figure in the sky seemed to be moving, laying itself out against the white sky. Suddenly, darkness. 

If God exists, why does he allow the floods that wipe out his kin? The disasters of the flesh? Why does it sometimes stay dark, for years? 

Suddenly, the figure reappeared, he found himself being pulled up toward it, he saw a face unlike anything he had ever seen before. 

He asked it the question.

It smiled and he burst into flame.

It smiled.

 

He closed his eyes.

Is this it? Is it just a that? Is that all there is?

Scottish Independence 2014 – Vote with your heart.

Image

Should we vote yes? The question on the mind of all those who follow the current affairs of our great nation. The SNP leader Alex Salmond recently launched his ‘Vote yes’ campaign – a touching seminar was held with speeches from prominent identities from a plethora of different politcal persuasions: from Socialists to Free market activists, from parliamentary members to actors, from Nationalists to Environmentalists and Globalists, all were present.

But for many Scots the question remains, what exactly should we vote? The Queens jubilee weekend has seen union jacks flying on the street corners in many towns. But is this really, an embodiment of love for the Union? Or simply the embodiment of anti-Catholic sectarianism in our society? One must concur the latter is far more likely. We must not let the sheer idiocy of sectarian football fans – who unfortunately make up a large percentage of our populace – deter us from our right to self-determination.

So what should we vote?

The answer to that question, should be a resounding yes, yet  many argue that we simply would not be able to survive without the Union. They  point out “our” glorious shared history. Our shared history and heritage – of what? Of enslaving other nations and raping them of their resources? Of rampant colonialism and imperialism? Of killing million in the hundreds of war we have entered in name of “King and country”? For the love our great Queen, whom is here simply because our great union, our great bastion of freedom and equality – forbids a catholic to sit on the throne? Or for the creation of the terrible concept of concentration camps ( Yes, that WAS our idea, aren’t you just ever so proud to be British?) that we all condemn those terrible Nazis for?

‘That’s only one side of the story’, I hear you cry!

Yes yes, the Union has brought us many great things. Most notably, the Highland clearances, which forced literally thousands of Scots off of their land, or into poverty working for less than sustenance at the hands of London based landowners; But that’s okay right, since sheep were worth so much more the to the union than Scots. Or the great industry that made Scotland one of the richer nations of the 19th century? Ah yes the industry that was there to fuel all the raping and plundering mentioned in the previous paragraph, that our great nation enjoyed so much ! Or we could jump a little into the future and look at how the Union hid the 1970s McCrone report from the Scottish public, a report that showed our currency should we be independent would be one of the strongest in all of Europe – Because God forbid Scots have the right to make their own decisions, right? Or of course the well loved memory of the total obliteration of those lovely little staple industries which kept many Scots in a job, destroyed by dear old Maggie thatcher – leaving many Scots as part of an growing underclass which has never worked and never intend to, you know the type, we see them on our streets every day –  and how later the entire economy was built around London’s banking sector, leaving us with only oil as practically our only valuable national commodity – and just look how that’s worked out for us all with this recession caused by banking (Good work, Maggie!)

So, should we vote yes?

Yes, of course we should. We should vote yes because it is our right, not to be ruled by a party that only achieved one seat in Scotland during the last general election. We should vote yes, because it is our right, not to be forced into illegal wars that the people of Scotland demonstrated against, yet at the whim of our English and American masters, found their sons and daughters fighting and dying in. We should vote yes because it is our right to say we no longer wish to be  patronised and told we will never make it as a free nation by the BBC. A  broadcasting agency run from London, but in no way biased against the idea of Scottish independence or capable of telling us Scots what we “should” think about the issue. We should vote yes, because we can make it as a nation. Because we can become a strong, competitive economy in today’s world.

Because maybe,  just maybe we can give our children, and their children, a Scotland which we can be proud of. A Scotland in which we are the masters, a Scotland independent of foreign rule, a Scotland where our children can grow up, confident of their nations ability to run it’s own affairs.

Whatever you choose to think of this piece, when the time comes for the referendum. Disregard all doubt from mind, and simply vote with your heart.

Landesverrat

Image

As he slipped back into conciousness he felt the slick, wet of his head. Tasting metal in his mouth he began to stir, turning over onto his side to prepare for the coming hardship of finding solid footing on the cold, bloody ground. ‘Bastards’, ‘Nothing but lousy good for nothing cunts’ he cursed quietly, staggering up onto his feet. Bleary eyed and dazed he took a moment to adjust to his surroundings: The walls were dark – much like everything else in the alley – and the only source of light seemed to be protuding from a worn out, candle-lit lantern hanging idly from someone’s balcony. Sighing, Malaky begin to dazily walk down the narrow path, using the tight walling for support he emerged out into the glaze of the firepits lighting the main causeway.

‘Oi, Schottlander!’ A deep voice drenched in all the tells of a rough rhinelandic accent, called from outside a small inn to his left. ‘ Where the fuck did you go too? And what the hell happened to your fucking face, looks a lot worse than usual, and that’s fuckin’ hard am I right?’

‘Oh nothing, just a couple of fuckin’ Gearmáinis like yerself decided to have a do at me and leave me for dead, no big deal ken?’
The air grew silent as the man digested what had just be said.
Angrily, Malaky looked intently at the man, sizing him up. The Deuscthlander returned the gaze and the air grew much more noticably tense. Onlookers began to stop and stare as the two approached each other, the wet ground crunching loudly beneath their feet.

‘Haha ya cunt! Wit do you think ye were dain tellin’ me to call the Karl a fuckin’ kiddy fiddler in yer ain tongue? Ye ken I dinnae speak that shite well!’
The Deustchlander, Josef laughed at what seemed to the rather puzzeled onlookers, to be nothing short of further insult to the Bavarian kingdom and it’s people – at least more so than the foreigner seemed to have already inflicted – Yet, their utter amazement was furthered as both drunken men embraced happily, before making their way back into the inn, with the Deustchlander laughing hysterically at the wounds on Malaky’s face and the tears to his clothing he had acquired.

As they disappeared through the arched doorway, a slight figure emerged from the alley of which Malaky had awoken, in one hand, a small candle-lit lantern and in the other a musket bearing the arms of Hapsburg on it’s sides. The figure watched the continued exchange blank faced & stony eyed before into the inn with a glint of evil in his dark eyes.