A Guest Rant by Ryo, Kohai to Tuxedo Jack-sama. Well now. Here follows apparently how people in my town think. Hey kids! Having troubles? That cute girl in the front row won't even turn your way? Friends not caring any more? People you know starting to alienate you? Do something new and origanal! In my town, I guess that something new and original means becoming a vandal-pretender-jack off-satanist. I am a Catholic. Roman Catholic, to be precise. I am not perfect by any means. I am a perverted weirdo, and I watch things most good natured humans would find utterly disturbing. I can be violent when severly provoked, and I'll do what I have to if it means saving my friend's ass or my own ass. I do not follow all the church's rules and views. I respect them, I try to lead a good life, but I can't agree with all of them. I confess, and I make up for what ever evils in my life I do in any way I can. I try to be a good person. Whether I am or not, is not for me to decide. You get the idea. A few weeks ago, on a Sunday morning, I strolled into church and I almost vomited from the stench of rotting meat and blood. The stench was pungent. Why, you ask in a church? Well, apparently some one or more people had decided it would be fun to desecrate the whole place. Blasphemous messages were scored on the walls ("JESUS GETS ASSFUCKED BY SATAN ALL NIGHT LONG") and on the crosses. All the wine was spilled or stolen. The altar was smeared with human waste. Holy water was now a faint yellow. Pieces of old beef and pork were rotting in the pews, and a good many works of general idiotic graffitti were on the doors and floor. It took a good while to clean up, being only about 10-15 of us there that day. We called the bishop, and the whole place was re-sanctified. We thought everything was all right. A week later, a repeat performance. This time, including a few strewn about torn up bibles full of anti-christian remarks, more blood, more piss and shit, and appaiently what was once part of a dog. Clean up took twice as long this time. We phoned the police; they believed them to be totally unrelated incidents and completely untrackable. They wouldn't even come to the church. Four fucking blocks is too goddamn much. After the third and now progressively worse incident, we decided we would have to stand gaurd at night. Well, that didn't work out so well. They knocked our man out, but he awoke quickly and phoned our priest. He called us, and we ran in with mag-lights and weapons. They bolted, luckily only having spray-painted a pew so far. We also managed to nab one. This is where that first paragraph comes in. Turns out our heavy breathing fun seekers are a group of stoners and dropouts from the town high school. They have formed a pretender Satan worship group. Why you ask? Well, keep in mind folks, this is high-school! YES! THAT'S RIGHT! TO BE COOL! Good. Fucking. God. People disgust me. Not everyone, mind you, but so, so many. Self-serving little pricks, not giving a shit but for their own laughs and well being. We will not change either. How is it possible that we, the highest form of life on this little spinning orb of blue and green, can be so low and simple-minded? Everything is all right apparently if you want to do it. A church. A house of God, a place of worship. What was it that we did to had this happen? Sure, the Catholic Church is not perfect, but what, what drives one to write a message about Christ, Satan, and anal sex? I cannot begin to understand. I just can't. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - TUXY'S RANT Well, ho-lee-shit, people. I never thought that I'd see, in all my days, someone stoop low enough to vandalize a church - a CHURCH, of all places - in such a manner. I mean, Jesus Christ, it takes a real pair to even try to do this to a normal place, but a church? Uh-uh. No way. It just isn't done. I don't care what the hell you learned in school. You do _NOT_ touch churches. They're places that are considered off-limits for everything. You go to church to worship or admire the art. That's it. You don't spread shit and entrails all over everywhere. This isn't just the Catholic part of me talking; that part says clean it up, deal with it, and sigh. The bastard part of me says "cock a shotgun and wait outside." However, both parts agree on this: you just don't do this kind of thing. It's nothing a civilized person does, and it's certainly outside the bounds of decent behavior. People who do this deserve to go clean up their mess, then be dumped in the ghetto at night and unarmed. Let the citizens sort it out.