First off, townies are so gay, and I don't mean gay in the "banging a dude in the butt" way, I mean it in the bad way, like cancer is gay or Miley Cirus is gay. Anyways......
Last Friday, I went to a Drowning Pool concert; Those are those guys who sing that song, "Let the bodies hit the floor!" They're some real badass mosh kind of band, hellbent on destruction and death! I was a little nervous about fitting in, so I went to the Walmart first, bought a t-shirt with some flames on it, some black jeans, and as I was leaving, I put three quarters in the gumball machine and got me a sweet stick-on-tattoo of a skull, which I then proceeded to put on my forearm.
But when I got there, it was just a bunch of Easter Egg hunting, Midnight Mass attending, townies, singing along about bodies hitting the floor. I call bullshit! You play in a church softball game and then go out and sing along about bodies hitting the floor right? I mean, I was expecting to mingle with heroine addicts, devil worshipers, and slutty chics in fishnets. What a bummer.
My question is, is that ethical? Is it ethical to believe in the tenants of Christianity, and go out and proclaim death, destruction, and beer!
And I get it that you could argue that Metal music is all just theatre, so by definition, the audience is merely the equivalent to playgoers and drama-nerds. But you can't tell them that because they drive big trucks and all know how to real ultimate fight you! Calling them a drama nerd would get you hit by a giant Ford or an elbow by some douchbag wearing a tight thin-cotton shirt with shinny designs written all over it.
Tangent: WHy is that the only thing townies are wearing these days? Remember when they all used to wear polo shirts with the horizontal stripes. And then they all started wearing button down shirts with sunglasses in doors, and they they all started wearing fauxhawks with big belt buckles, and now it's these damn thin, tight cotton shirts. I feel bad for the fat townies though, they look all ridiculous and doughy in those shirts. I even saw a few of them have to revert back to the horizontal polo shirts because they're titties must have looked all gay-nice in those thin shirts. Poor fat townies, it's bad enough they have to marry the first girl they fuck, now the shirt fiasco.
Which brings me to another point, real ultimate fighting. All these townies love them some real ultimate fighting. All my townie friends just love this shit to death, they're always like, "Rico, let me put you in a choke hold and see if you can get out" Next thing I know, I've got some dude's taint next to my face while I'm crying having flashbacks to my Uncle Ted's barn when I spent that summer with him in fifth grade.
Anyway, Real Ultimate Fighting is GAY! Not in the lame way, but in the buttsecks way! You ever watched it on TV, it's 5% swinging arms and legs at some one, 5% looking all mean in the camera, and 90% spent on the ground with your legs wrapped another man's abdomen while yall take turns smelling the other dude's recycled lunch. Gross Gross Gross!!! It's so funny, they have to punch each other once in a while to try and justify the whole experience. I remember doing that when my little sister had slumber parties and some of her hot friends would come over. I was about 15 and they were like 13. We would wrestle, which just gave me a chance to dry hump them, and every once in a while, I'd slap them in the face to make it look like were were both fighting...... but now that I look back on it, I think we both liked it. That's how I bet those real ultimate fighters are, but in gay reverse or whatever.
SO I say allllllll that to say this, Is that moral? I mean, they are lying to themselves, saying they hate homos, but can honestly rub all over another dude wearing basically jocky breifs, or to say they're all Jesusy, but scream about killing people at a rock concert. It's confusing to me! Is it immoral hypocracy, or is it simply human nature?
Or maybe human nature is intrinsically hypocritical?
Should I judge these people ethically, or just chalk it up to the crazyness of life? How do yall look at stuff like that?