Sorry, I can't watch disfigured people with bolts in their face - that's just moronic and indicative of brain damage.

" Sorry, I can't watch disfigured people with bolts in their face - that's just moronic and indicative of brain damage. "

I agree Hank. If a freak like that came up to me on the street, and got in my face, I would put my fist, or a 230 gr FMJ into his nose.

I can't watch disfigured people with bolts in their face -

I agree...he's a mess.

But I had a family member die of cancer last week, so I decided I would take a look at the lyrics.

This guy Tom got some things right...and some things wrong. For instance, I don't think anyone has a cure for cancer that is being kept secret. And you know me. I'm a big "conspiracy theorist" ;-)

Everybody knows someone who's sick Forty percent will get cancer, only half's gonna live Your mom and your dad and your sister stand inside a room And someone won't survive it, do you hope it isn't you? I swear that cancer has a cure, but they're refusing to make it They've done like forty years of research, ninety billion in donations We've been running for the cure and wearing ribbons for ages Why are people still going through radiation? It's fucking crazy

Hundred billion-dollar industry, they can't afford to end it And nobody wants to die, our only option is to spend it We give anything to stick around for just another second Give a fortune to the doctors who promise they can extend it The profits are astronomic, the hospital and the clinics Of fillings coffins with dollars, it's awful, let's just admit it We're all human, we'll keep fighting 'cause it's how we survive But it's scary 'cause we don't know where we'll go when we die

Repeat: Don't give up, I know you're strong, show them all your fire The days are hard, the nights are long But you are a fighter, when it's dire, you burn brighter in the dark You're a survivor, when you're tired, you hold tighter, you have heart

Nothing matters if you don't have your health All the money in the world doesn't help The good might go to Heaven and the bad might go to Hell But no one wants to leave here, you can tell And cancer touches everyone, it's in our genetics And our world's become so toxic, it's all carcinogenic We've polluted the water, the air; the food we're ingesting Is full of hormones and poison, our population's infected They sell us cigarettes and liquor, built a business on addictions We've been paying them to kill ourselves, we're dying to keep living It's the system, it's a prison, we keep trying to beat it We get cancer from keeping all of our demons a secret And our insurance don't cover the things we need to defeat it And even if it does, then we might die from the treatment Our best defence is living like we do not know what cancer is Fight it if you have it and pray that there's something after this

You won't know how to be brave To choose to fight when you're afraid And you can't experience strength Till you've struggled to carry the weight And you won't know why you have faith Till you look the Devil in his face And you don't know what you can take Till you realize you didn't break

Anyway, this family member was so scared of dying. It was heartbreaking to hear how frightened she was.

Anyway, this family member was so scared of dying. It was heartbreaking to hear how frightened she was.

That's pretty sad. If it helps, I've taken a pretty pragmatic approach even though I don't eagerly await it.

I figure the following:

- If there's a heaven and hell, the bad things I've done in my life (none I consider to be of lasting consequence to me or others) pale in comparison to Hitler or Che Guevara, or any murderer or the Clinton Crime Family, so I don't think I'll get the same punishment as they got. Maybe a good spanking.

- When we croak, one of two things happen - it plays out like Christianity says it will and I go to a better place eventually. The other alternative is that things just go black and that's it. I won't even know they went black, because they went black and I'm no longer in a position to be aware of it.

So either way it doesn't seem so bad and I think the odds favor the latter since we have never had any tangible indication there is an afterlife and nobody has ever communicated with us to say there is. Maybe there is a God, but he doesn't seem to care what happens to us after death or he'd make it clear there's a potential reward on the other side if we keep our noses clean.

I expect the end, if I'm aware of it and wasn't just hit by a bus, will be like that moment when the rollercoaster car just goes over the crest of a really big hill - then your stomach goes into your mouth for a few seconds and the ride is over. It's an odd feeling, but it didn't stop me from riding rollercoasters.

As for cancer, it's taking a lot longer than we'd all hope, but I'm very confident our treatment protocols will be regarded as utterly barbaric in a hundred years after gene therapy makes curing it routine.

Maybe there is a God

I believe there is a God. When I look at existence of the universe, or when I happen across one of the myriad of bizarre creatures in this world, I say to myself...there HAS to be a God. Nothing else explains it.

but he doesn't seem to care

But, technically, would God be God if He didn't care? Wouldn't that mean there is some kind of imperfection in Him, thereby disqualifying His God status?

if we keep our noses clean

lol If my reward depends on that, I'm sunk. I'm a hopeless sinner...