Friday, 26 September 2014

God Hates Goths?

Hello fellow bloggers! How are you all doing?
I can't hear you , and I'm not listening. No, I'm joking. I can hear you. So I've been doing very well at the mo, but a few days ago I was browsing on the net for Gothic News, all about the subculture(If you're new to this blog then you'll find out by strolling down that I am a bit of a goth and I have a soft spot for the gothic subculture), and I ran into this website called 'GodHatesGoths.com'.

http://www.godhatesgoths.com/







Well , for starters , this was a big no-no in my book. I was deeply offended just by the name , and then I stupidly read on. It had some very interesting 'information' of the goth subculture and I can at least say that this blogger hasn't done any research. This is how it all started:


''GOTH IS A SICK, DEPRAVED AND VIOLENT SUB-CULTURE. IT IS A SUB-CULTURE IMMERSED IN THE OCCULT, VAMPIRISM, WITCHCRAFT, DEATH, HORROR, RAPE, SUICIDE AND PERVERSITY.
WHILE ALL SUB-CULTURES ARE INHERENTLY BAD, GOTH IS THE WORST OF THESE SUB-CULTURES. BY DEFINITION THEY ARE “SUB” (ie. LOWER OR INFERIOR) TO NORMAL HARD-WORKING CULTURES. AS IN ‘SUB-STANDARD’ CULTURE. THEY DO NOT PROMOTE ANY VALUES THAT BENEFIT SOCIETY. THEY DO NOT PROMOTE ANY VALUES THAT MAKE FOR STABLE FAMILIES. THEY DO NOT PROMOTE VALUES THAT POTENTIAL EMPLOYERS FIND APPEALING. NO FORTUNE 500 COMPANIES WANTS TO EMPLOY SOME DRUGGED-UP LOSER WITH PAINTED NAILS, NOSE-PIERCINGS, TATTOED ARMS OR GREEN HAIR.''

Well, there are certainly alot of things I could correct him on, but luckily enough I am not a correction-Nazi. I would just like to say how this has deeply offended me, and I can tell you alot of good things about Goth's. 
I know plently of people who are goths and have jobs. Being a goth isn't exactly cheap, with the black teeshirts, spiked collars, studded belts, and skinny jeans. I know goths who give reading lessons to children. I'm a goth myself , and I volunteer at the foodbank. I personally know two very nice goth girls, one who is very hard working and who I could easily see as a psychiatrist, and another who is homeschooled and quite frankly hilarious.
I looked up the person who wrote this article and made this website, and his name is Reverend R.G Green. My opinion is that he is scared of any originality and imaginative ideas on this rock that we call Earth. I think he is a sick, failed experiment that the goverment tried to make to stamp out any originality. He has taken this way too far. Take a look at this extract.
'' I recently had a grieving mother mail me, to enquire where her 14 year old daughter's soul was. Her daughter was a Goth, and an open Wiccan and vampire. She had abandoned the Church, turned her back on God and embraced Satanism with both hands. At the tender age of 12 because she had thrown it all away because of so-called harmless books such as Harry Potter, which leads children into the 'exciting' world of magic - and away from God. Though her daughter was a self-confessed 'witch' when she died, her mother was foolish enough to tell me her daughter was with the angels. Of course this angered me greatly, and I wrote back to tell her exactly where her filthy daughter’s soul was. Burning for eternity in eternal torment in the fires of Hell, suffering for all time because of this so-called 'harmless life-style choice'. ''
I'm sorry but that is just sick. Telling a person who has lost their baby that their child's soul is burning in the depths of hell is just disgusting. This man has said that the Goth subculture is a cancer and that goths are more dangerous to children than pedophiles. If you pardon the word, but what I load of absolute crap. This man seriously needs to understand what goth really is , and if he calls himself a christian then he seriously needs some counseling.
I'm really sorry for my rant but I am truly passionate about this and I hope I do not find a website like this again. But what is your approach to this? Do you agree? Or are you slightly scared by goths, because if you are that's okay. Its purely a matter of opinion. 

Thank you very much for reading, and have a great weekend. 

Thursday, 11 September 2014

Meeting Myself

(We pan into the bedroom window of Reuben's Room. Its a messy pig-stye covered in Doctor Who DVDs , Posters , and other Memorabilia. Reuben is sitting up, playing on his new phone when he's supposed to be having a lie-in like his mother told him to. He looks at the photo's of his past self on his wall . He sips from the cup of tea that is on his desk. And suddenly he spills it all over his lap, saying the worst words he could think of.)
REUBEN: Son of a Nutcracker!
(A small skinny boy in a black futuristic cape and mask is in the room.)
REUBEN: Who are you?
BOY: I'm your past self. Don't you recognize me? Scruffy long hair, bluey-green eyes, covered in sellotape from making things, dressed in a Darth Vader costume?
REUBEN: Oh.
BOY: Ring any bells?
REUBEN: Ah. Well how did you get there?
(The boy gives Reuben a what-do-you-think look)
REUBEN: David Tennant turned up?
BOY: Yeah.
REUBEN: So, I'm guessing you wanted some advice for the future. I'm guessing from those red eyes that you've just come back from school. Bully trouble?
BOY: No. Okay yes. How did you know?
REUBEN: Duh, I'm your future self.
BOY: Ieuan said that Doctor Who isn't real. I think he is.
REUBEN: Of course he is.
BOY: And he said the TARDIS will run out of petrol. But that can't happen because the TARDIS will go on forever.
REUBEN: Yes. He's still on now.
BOY: Really!
REUBEN: Yeah! Guess what! David Tennant comes back in 2013.
BOY: David Tennant leaves?! Oh no.
REUBEN: And so does Rose.
(The boy looks stroppy. He soon calms down.)
REUBEN: So you wanted advice. What do you want advice on?
BOY: Maths. I don't understand it. Mum says I still haven't learnt my number-bonds . But I don't even know what they are!
REUBEN: It's easy. One add Nine is Ten. Two add Eight is-
BOY: You sound like Mummy. What did you do to your hair?
REUBEN: I've dyed it! I did it on holiday in Swanage.
BOY: You look like a girl.
REUBEN: Says you, with your long hair! I wouldn't worry though, everyone will have it like that soon. Even Harry Potter!
BOY: I'm not allowed to watch Harry Potter because of the scary dog in Prisoner of Azbin.
REUBEN: Azkaban.
BOY: Whatever. What about other stuff in Maths?
REUBEN: Well, when you get to year Six you start learning about this thing called Algebra.
BOY: Algy bra?
REUBEN: No,  algebra.
BOY: Whatever.
REUBEN: But it puts letters and numbers together.
BOY: My worst nightmare. Except from losing my Sonic Screwdriver.
REUBEN: Don't worry, you'll get another one. A better one.
BOY: Okay then. Oh, and that's the other thing.
REUBEN: What?
BOY: Girls.
(A long pause.)
REUBEN: Ah. Well don't go out with them. Not until you're Sixteen.
BOY: But I'm only eight!
REUBEN: No way. No girls. Listen to Beth Teo! She will tell you not to have a girlfriend, but if you do it's got to last five years.
BOY: But India is so-
REUBEN: Shh!Oh yeah. I just want to say. I know how you feel about your Dad.
(He sits next to him.)
REUBEN: You don't have to be scared of him. He won't do anything. He's just a silly man.
BOY: I wish my step Dad would really be my Dad.
(A single tear drops from Reuben's face. )
REUBEN: Oh mate. He is.
(They have a long hug)
BOY: Will I be a big film maker when I'm older?
REUBEN: Yep. And you'll have a laptop and a camera, and even a TARDIS!
BOY: Cool!
REUBEN: And the best part is that you'll have friends .
BOY: Really?
(The boy is utterly taken aback.)
BOY: I don't believe you.
REUBEN: You will. I promise. And soon you'll be having a big party with them. A grown-up party!
BOY: Awesome.
(He hears the sound of the TARDIS from outside.)
BOY: Oh. I better go.
REUBEN: Just so you know , you'll be taller than Mummy soon.
BOY: Oh yeah, I forgot to say, I taught Indy to say 'Bottom'!
REUBEN: Haha, nice one.
(They give each other a high five.)
BOY: It's been great meeting you.
REUBEN: It's been good to meet you too.
(The boy starts walking to the door.)
REUBEN: Oh. And one more thing. Spend more time with Jacob. He'll be a great mate.
BOY: Okay.
(He goes to the door.)
BOY: Thank you.
(He walks out. The wheezing groaning sound of The TARDIS leaves the room. Reuben goes back to his business as if nothing had happened.)


Written by Reuben Roper, aged 13.