Is it wrong...?

[Vesnic]

Hello friends. Struggling as I am in the throes of a moral dilemma, I thought I would introduce a new thread to discuss the shades of moral meaning in this and any other issues people care to introduce.

Is it wrong?

Is it wrong to wish that a certain member of my family would just hurry up and die already?

I don't hate her and she's never done anything inexcusably evil to me (though she is renowned for her cruelty). I don't want her money (though of course I wouldn't refuse it if it were offered.) I just find her ongoing existence...irksome. Irksome and gratuitous.

[End Master]

Probably, but given that you're Catholic don't you just have to confess your sinful thoughts to a perv in a dress and then swallow some crackers to get right with God again?

Sounds like all you have to do is stay alive longer than the one you're hoping will die and then confess your bad thoughts to avoid eternal damnation.

[ChubbyTeletubby]

If she was a member of either house of congress it wouldn't be wrong. But she isn't, so it is.

Repent.

[Vesnic]

No, my grandma's not a senator. She's too evil and mean, even by political standards. This is a terribly ungrateful thing I'm saying. Jesus, I really do need to repent.

Do you hear me Jesus? I'm talking to you!

Which one of you fools was it who once had that hilarious sig reading, "I found Jesus! He was hiding behind the couch." I nearly choked on my broccoli when I read that one for the first time.

Unfortunately for my immortal soul, the snow storm currently walloping the Northeast has made it impossible for me to go to Confession this afternoon. I really hope I don't get taken out by a meteorite or something before I get a chance to sit in the box, because I've done so much unseemly shit lately, I know I'd get an express ticket to purgatory. And that would TOTALLY fuck up my manicure.

My dear Usoki, brother in the Faith! Maybe you could, like...transubstantiate...a pixel, and send it my way. Thanks so much.

[End Master]

Which one of you fools was it who once had that hilarious sig reading, "I found Jesus! He was hiding behind the couch." I nearly choked on my broccoli when I read that one for the first time.

That was Leblanc.

But unless you've been doing something like running a kiddie porn ring I doubt if you've been anything that unseemly and that includes wishing that your evil grandmother would die. You're letting your faith and conscience make you feel guilty for no good reason.

Just let go of your morality and hesitation and nothing can stop you from crushing those that are in your way...

Okay the last bit was over the top.

Really just relax and don't worry about stuff. You'll be fine.

[apotheosis]

You can wish whatever the hell you want. Now if you start to over-salt her food, jump out at her in an attempt to scare her into having a heart attack, replace her blood pressure medication with good & plenty's, or hire masked men to rape and murder her... then that would be wrong. You are free to wish whatever you want.

Unless you buy into that power of intention bullshit in which case you are going to burn in hell.

[Vesnic]

Haha. No. I have a particular hatred for people who believe in the "power of intention" bullshit, which unfortunately seems to be a growing percentage of the population. Like Dante to his rivals, I have reserved very special tortures and sub-circles for those individuals.

My worry about my feelings towards dear old Granny is just a way of saying that I worry over the state of my own soul. Is it rotten? Is it fresh? Does it smell of strawberries? That sort of thing.

I suppose this really has nothing at all to do with dear Grandmama and is really more an obsession of mine over my own qualities. Narcissistic, really. It's al about me.