Anyone who holds a true opinion without understanding is like a blind man on the right road.

At least you're headed the right direction

Dispensational premillennialism is a vile heresy and the evangelicals that promote it should be burned at the stake and we’ll all cook marshmallows over their screaming bodies.

But beware: silence is compliance, silence is consent, silence is complicity, and to some silence is violence.

>>4
We can't stand silent in the face of dispensationalist heresy. We have to turn them into human candlesticks.

A single small flame, like that of a candle, can light ten-thousand more candles and campfires without diminishing its own flame.

Burn the Mormons too!

Nobody likes it when you're right, especially when they're wrong.

The truth is never popular, because it upsets the ego: "I've got it all sorted out, you can trust me". Truthtellers get subjected to egoic delusion unraveling, it threatens the half-truths and whole-lies they've spun for themselves, which to them is like dragging someone naked through the marketplace, nobody likes that! It's known in psychology as The Backfire Effect.

So never argue with the fool: plant seeds of truth when the time is right, and let it be. Today they insult you, tomorrow they mock you, in a year or ten years or perhaps another lifetime entirely they're repeating your words as if they had discovered them all on their own.

Born to walk against the wind, I fight the world and take all they can give; even as I stand alone, my spirit shall crush their hearts of stone; those who laugh and crowd the path, and cut each others' throats, will fall like melting snow.

I wish I felt numb again. Not feeling anything is blissful, to be a cracked gong that makes not a sound no matter how hard it's hit. But I only ever achieved that by heavily drugging myself. I hate feeling burning hate and icy rage in between deep depression doldrums where nothing grows but the sadness and ennui. I can't handle rawdogging reality anymore. Give me the artificial void of inner nonexistence, or at best a facsimile thereof. The rare good feels I do experience are not worth the vast majority of negativity engulfing me. I'm tired of feeling, I'm tired of thinking, I'm tired of being tired, I'm tired of being, I'm tired of going through all the trouble of survival for no real reason and no higher purpose but to be occasionally entertained like barely poking my face above the thrashing waters of the deep to catch a quick breath in between nigh constant drowning in sorrow.

>>10
Some days I'm tired. Some days I'm content. Some days I'm fucking angry. Some days, I manage all three in the same set of waking hours. Every day, I'm sick of cycling through these emotions like some kind of roulette wheel due to shit that is deeply out of my control. I'm also mostly tired of landing on tired or angry.
Yeah, it's not worth it, but what else do you have?

...admittedly, I suspect more money would evaporate most of my feelings of exhaustion.
Money isn't happiness and can't buy it, but it is fuel you can burn to even try and find some. It's like having a car with a full tank versus walking around. Without money, you're just left walking along the freeway to find a bit of lasting joy.
You can get lost on the road to happiness just the same as one without cash, and you can easily end up passing whatever happiness you should have been able to find, but you can sure as hell go a lot further with money.
Realizing you're lost and have to walk back along the barren joyless road you were on sucks; let me just shift into reverse and floor it the fuck away from whatever bad spot I found myself in.