We’re lucky we can stand each other long enough to get anything done

Female Instigated Temple Violence

As a species we should all be grateful. We should thank God that we can all stand each other long enough to get anything done. Women are angry and they want men to know it by fighting with them in their houses of worship. Women in India are building their own wall of voodoo against men. Sikh and Hindu women are not afraid to get down and dirty with a good fight. If they cannot find a fight they will start one in a yoga studio.

Religious temple violence instigated by women is on the rise in the world today. Women have declared that they want the same ability to fight and brawl in the streets of our beleaguered planet. Everywhere I hear the sound of marching charging feet. But what can a young boy do? Cause in sleepy Kerala town there’s just no room for a street fighting man.


Just Get it Over With Please

Why do you need to cloak your fight in your self-proclaimed moral superiority and white religious garments? Just come out in the open with a real fight. The suspense is killing me. For once it would be spiritually cleansing just to see you all kill each other instead of just yelling and screaming. You remind me of waiting for a rock star to finally OD on heroin and die a horrible death. Please just bathe each other in blood right now so that I can love you to death with my prayers.


I grow weary of religious violence

Your screaming face of rage penetrates the clear blue winter morning in Los Angeles. I love you for giving me something to quickly blog about this beautiful Winter morning. I love you for making me grateful that I have a safe place to live and enjoy my life. The religious freedom that I have is not taken for granted by me.

I really don’t think that Sikhs or Hindus would voluntarily give me the same religious freedom that they enjoy in America. I think that the Sikhs would be compelled to use their swords on me for speaking out. What choice do the Sikhs have? The Sikhs started a knife fight and I finished it with a blog fight.

By Dean McAdams

Born a poor peckerwood in a Tujunga holler, Dean practiced secrets of the ancient & modern masters to end up liberated in the coastal paradise of West L.A.