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                                Übermensch! Übermensch! Da-da-da-da-da-da Übermensch! --> I started reading up on Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche again. He has always fascinated me. He had two main statements that jerked me. 1). That of the Ubermensch – commonly known as the superior man or the superman and 2). The whole “death of God” concept – which even as I type this feels so… unright [I should say wrong but humor me]. It’s like incest I would think – the death of God? And not even in the supremely messianic portrayal seen every Easter, no this was more like getting rid of Him completely. With all my faults, even that seems too much. But then a friend of mine gave me a brief logic a few years ago and I could see a glimmer of a gem in a jewel box, wrapped in an oil cloth. The point was made that, Nietzsche advocated THIS-WORLD ism [not correct title but that’s how I’ll break it down]. If there was no soul, no other place to go to; if this was the only realty the

                                  Single or otherwise, do like Jill Scott and live life like it's Golden --> I behaved poorly today. In church no less. Not that one should behave poorly everywhere else BUT Church but oh dear lord, sometimes... I have a problem. I don't date Christian girls. Did I mention I am a Christian? You see the problem here. Not so, said a friend of mine. She reminded me that maybe it’s better to date someone outside the family and basically convert them. Smile. A well thought out strategy is important. To give you a background to this story: Today [Sunday 11 th , Nov.] in Church, they divided us up into sections – children, adolescent, young adults 20-25, people married for 10 years and under, people married over 10 years etc. In essence, today was all about Family. Kudos to the West Indies School of Theology’s students who had to teach people – most of whom- they never met before. Naturally I was in one of the singles class

                                  Valley of Decision by Christafari. Appropriate me thinks. On the night before the American election, while walking towards the taxi-stand, I became depressed by religion in politics. Actually, I became depressed by the thought of RACE in RELIGION but since that flowed into the political stream, one can say that I was sorely depressed all the way around. Here’s why: A prominent “Father of the Faith” so to speak, sat down with Mitt Romney. Now, tradition has shown that he’s the kind of guy that Presidents and Presidential hopefuls go to at some point in their careers, so it should come as no surprise that Master Mitt and the “Father” wold meet. It is said, that after meeting with him, though he didn’t give an all out public endorsement as other members of his family seem to have, he did advise the [Christian] public to vote according to Biblical Views/Beliefs. With all that’s going on, it’s safe to say that that person APPEARS to be Mitt Romn

We import our ignorance. We import our beliefs. We import our world view. We import the jargon of our big sister and the seasons they have [after coming off a big summer sale… IN TRINIDAD… some companies are unveiling their FALL collection for clothes and such. I suppose one can argue that SUMMER is a state of mind/a feeling but FALL? Okay]. We import their sense of bias.  We import their creativity [consider the 2010 Kamla “RISE” campaign that felt eerily familiar to “YES WE CAN”].  We DO NOT import their sense of self-assurance though… As an ally – or else a business partner – it is vital that we watch [since we can’t take an active role] to see who ascends to the throne. Because it will come back to haunt ALL of us. Especially economically. Do not wait until when your family can’t send that barrel every month; or when you realise your VISA application requires you to dance to Harry Belafonte’s version of Matilda while you juggle balls; or when your son/daughter in their pr

I hypothesize that moral outrage only works as far as and insomuch as it directly affects YOU. - The Hutchings Hypothesis A few months ago, while waiting for a taxi to go to work, I noticed one of my neighbours’ fluffy white dog staring at me. Two black dots for eyes. It is in fact a very cute dog. And somewhere in some part of the world, that very cute dog will be cut up, seasoned and sold with flat bread. There will be umbrage. There will be moral outcry on the various social media outlets, when pictures of skinned pets at a butcher’s market surface. Then we will go to McBurger Fried Chicken or TGI Rubies and enjoy a hearty cow without a second glance. The same is true for Orcas, Dolphins, Leatherbacks and other sea dwellers except for Marlins; because everybody knows that Marlins were made for sport. Right now, countless animals are being slaughtered for ceremonial or religious reasons to feed carnivores such as myself. This of course is fine as long as it’s not something