Go suck a duck. Thats right... i said it.

I guess everyone has had a brain fart that has caused instant long term memory loss.

Today I posted a bulletin stating my opinion about a number of different core issues that I believe in and some issues I definitely don't believe in! I received an unbelievable number of threats, hate mail and numerous people telling me they are deleting me from their friends list.

Let me tell you what I think is really funny about that: I am the guy who has never judged a single one of you for having tattoos, piercings, blue hair, pink hair, green hair, purple hair, no hair, long hair, or for your religious beliefs, race, social status, political views. I've never turned away a single one of you because you didn't have money. I've loved each and every one of you regardless of how different our views may be.

I've hung out with you regardless of if you use drugs, drink underage, smoke under age, are strippers, convicts, gay or some other status that most churches or pastors would turn away.

None of the above issues have ever made me hate or even dislike a single one of you. That doesn't mean I've always agreed with you but I've loved you in spite of it and helped whenever I could.

So the fact that I have an opinion about some issues that greatly differ from you would cause so much hatred and malice towards me makes me sick.

I can not believe that after all I've done that so many people could write me off or treat me with such blatant disregard. It makes me wonder if anything I've done so far as been worth it.

You have become worse then those hypocritical Christians you always bitch about.

GOD HATES FAGS

I was driving along minding my own business six years ago and I'll remember it like yesterday.

There are very few events in your life that you'll remember as something that will change your course forever, the day you meet the woman you love, your wedding, the birth of your first child and the very first time a bull horn toting Bible thumper condemns you to a firey after life in the bowls of hell.

So there I was in my car, again minding my own business, when a guy by the name of Ken yelled so loud that I could hear him over The Used say in a robust southern accent, "YOU'RE HEADING TO HELL, SON!!!"

I pondered the thought deeply within my soul and drove to the nearest Wal-Mart and bought my own sign, scribbled on it "I'm With Stupid" and an arrow and followed Ken around for the better part of a day.

I've traveled and had the honor to counter protest such creeps as Peter Ruckman or Fred Phelps (www.godhatesfags.com).

I don't do it for the thrill or attention or for any grand political reason. This is not about gay rights or human rights or because I find Bible thumpers annoying...

Everytime I meet someone and they tell me that they don't feel loved and especially that they feel God doesn't love them I know its because in some part of there brain is some Bible wielding, thin tie wearing, hate filled preacher standing on there shoulder telling them they aren't worthy of God.

But when Christ walked the streets 2000 years ago he stood with, ate with and talked with people that would make Paris Hilton blush.

So again this year when Memorial Day weekend rolls along there will be thousands upon thousands of Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual and Transgender men and woman coming to Pensacola for one of the largest gay pride weekends in the south.

And along with them will come hundreds of hatemongers ready to condemn those people and tell them that "GOD HATES FAGS!!!" or "YOU ARE GOING TO HELL"

But I'm going to be standing there with my sign that resounds through out the ages the most pure and simple message of the Gospels and that is "God is Love"

If want to stand along with me and the others who choose to join us and spread a message of peace, love and charity you are warmly invited Click Here To RSVP.

Also, this upcoming Wednesday I'll be holding a discussion on homosexuality and the Bible. Its certain to offend many people, both conservatives and liberals, because of my opinion on the subject Click here.

I hope to see you guys soon.

Blessings,

Fr. Nathan

The semi-2nd annual Factory Thanksgiving: The Anarchist Thanksgiving

Alrighty folks. I got so many comments, requests and other lower forms of begging to have a Factory Thanksgiving and so here you go!

This years theme is The Anarchist Thanksgiving. Don't have a turkey? Stuffing? Yams? No problem! Steal some... no not from Wal-Mart! From your family. Go to as many family and friends Thanksgiving parties and when you're about to leave and they give you the old "Please take some!" routine say thank you with a smile... take the whole turkey if you can!

This is the thanksgiving dinner for all the misfits so if you don't have family to celebrate with this year or if your family just royally sucks come and enjoy thanksgiving with us. The Factory is NOT finished yet but this will be a chance to get a sneak peak!

Here is the catch... you've got to RSVP to get directions. Simply RSVP and say "yes sir Rev. I'll be there rockin' my aunts tofu turkey" and I'll send you directions.

Look forward to seeing you all soon!

Blessings,

The Rev.
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Saint Joe whatcha know?

I’ve often related myself to Bible characters. Sometimes I’ve felt like Job and other times like Judas. But these were mere allegories for some grand emotion. I felt like Job because I had this feeling that I’d lost everything but in retrospect I’ve never quite come close to meeting a heartache like Job so in reality I only used the name to express an emotion not an actual connection with the historic figure of Job.

I think we do that with many things in our lives. We’ll equate ourselves to said historical or mythological character (yes, Dawson’s Creek falls under the mythological category) to personify our emotional state but it really goes only so deep as our perception of the characters depth and so only as far as we see the character grow are we able to grow with that particular emotion until we find another figure to leech off of.

Now, thats not necessary a bad thing because, after all, thats the importance of "father figures" and such. They are people whos personalities we steal for a little while until we can find our own. Afterwards we return the majority of the stolen personality leaving only those parts we truly loved but as I’ve found, with my own father, some parts I didn’t love so much have remained in me as well.

But I feel much more connected to Saint Joseph then just some historical figure only mentioned a few small times in scripture. No, I feel as if I am truly and spiritually connected to the man. Not some myth hanging out for everyone to see but rather a real, living, breathing human being who, amongst other human attributes, could feel. Which I guess thats the way in which I relate to him the most. Not so much in the ability to feel part but in the how he must have felt part.

Joseph had a lot to live up to. By all rational standards Jesus had the ultimate dead beat dad. Now, I’m not saying that to put God in some uncaring father category but rather to say that it was Gods master plan that Jesus would be raised by a man not a God. So in that particular way Jesus choosing God as His Father over Joseph is not so much a betrayal of Joseph as His father but rather an example of how we should all turn to God as ultimate Father of all.

But I bet it didn’t feel that way for Joseph.

When I say that I feel connected to Joseph I guess what I really mean is I don’t feel like his prototype but his anti-type. Whereas Joseph knew that Jesus was in better care once His true Father, God the Father, came around to show Him "the way"... I don’t feel so much confidence for my stepdaughter.

Whereas Joseph could release Jesus into His full destiny and capacity by allowing Him to follow His true father... I feel as if I would be betraying Kira over to an awful fate.

So I am stuck at a horrible impasse. On one hand I feel a hundred percent joined with Kira as father, dad, daddy, dadda because she loves me and sees me as that figure. She obeys me like I’m her father and disobeys me like I’m her father. She doesn’t confuse my role in the household and she loves me with all her heart. I’m sure Joseph felt that way with Jesus. Jesus being perfect child would have obviously given undying love to the man who was chosen to raise Him.

But in reality Joseph would have felt powerless and its in that sense of feeling powerless that I probably most deeply connect to the heart of Saint Joseph. I feel just that, powerless.

But whereas Joseph should have felt powerless because on the biological paternal end of Jesus was God and God does make us feel powerless often times and thats ok. So Josephs sense of losing power is really found imbedded in us all when we hand over our free will and accept Gods ultimate will.

However, on the bio end of this situation is a man far from God. So what am I supposed to do? Allow Kira, my daughter by choice, to go be around a man who only cares about her on a surface level? Who parades her around like a bad Adam Sandler movie just to get chicks? Should she be raised around hatred, weapons, drugs and filth?

No child should but I am powerless. It does not matter that I love Kira as my daughter and have made a life choice to support her with love and finances. No what matters in this country is that Rocco, for some useless stupid time in history, supplied his genetic surplus to the creation of this beautiful little girl and now she’s to suffer for it because he supplies nothing else.

If you cornered him and asked him he’d say he loves her. But love and concern are not the same thing. Though when we love we have concern for others; simply having concern does not come from having love for an individual but rather can come from all sorts of other sources, such a pride for example.

But no he does not love her. Because when we love someone we change anything and everything we can to make sure they are safe and happy and well. Especially for babies. If he loved her he’d kick the drugs and stop drinking and driving and stop being violent. He wouldn’t tend bar all night long and drink until five in the morning during the six days a month he’s allowed to see her. He wouldn’t subject her to being around confusing woman who won’t be there next week only to have to meet some other woman wanting to see Rocco pretend to be a dad for a day.

Love is not based on cash or credit its based on time and effort. I’ve known dads who are truly loving dads who only get to see there kids one month a year. Those persons fighting over seas for years on end during this war love there children and some of them have yet to hold them.

So I guess in a sense I’ve done it again. Because I’m nothing like Saint Joseph either. Because just as Mary was perfect mother, Joseph is perfect stepfather and I fall somewhere far from that tree.

- The Rev.

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