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HOPELESS FROM THE LEFT RIGHTS IS A PRE-MSI SONG AND IT'S THE EARLIEST RECORD EVER BY JAMES EURINGER (1989)

BEAR WITH ME STAY TIL THE END I SWEAR THIS THEORY MAKES SENSE. I can't draw so I just be typing words🤣🤣😂😂

First off, this theory isn't mine, but from a reddit user in a 2021 post, Most I'm doing is bringing this up to you guys in a more ""condensed way"". (I finished and I realized I just made it longer fuck me)

We know Jimmy has a habit of saving songs for later releases, like with YRTA and IF. But I don’t think Hopeless is a track that was made 4 or 6 years ago for the album. I actually think it’s from about 20 years before Bad Choices Made Easy (2010), and it's an 89-90's song and here’s why

1-Jimmy's voice and singing style belong more to the PINK /Tight era than the HIL or even YRTA era

Jimmy's voice at 40 is deeper and more mature than when he was 20, along with a different singing style.

I'll leave a comparison of Eat Those Words (2013), Panty Shot (1997), Pussy all night (1998) and finally Hopeless (circa 1989).

1-40 yo Jimmy vs 20 yo Jimmy

2-Jimmy's high notes and falsettos in the 90s

3-Hopeless

2-Michael Andrew Pascal, pre-MSI friend of Jimmy could be in this song and is credited on The Left Rights:

In the screenshots of old copyrighted songs by James Euringer pre-1990, we can see he has the pseudonym of "JAMES NEMO", while also Steve and a Michael Pascal guy are also here.

James is credited for words, music, performance, arrangement

Steve is credited for music, performance, and arrangement

Pascal is also credited for arrangement and performance, meaning that Pascal was physically involved in the songs of these times (singing or dancing along with James and Steve).

(This also appears on Jimmy Urine's page on the MSI wikipedia, the songs are all around 1989 max. )

Now, listen to the beginning of Hopeless again. Do you recognize three different voices? It seems like Andrew starts with the 'Here we go, break it down' part James says 'No bass, no synth, just da beats' in a peppy voice and sings 'I met this girl and she was so fine,' and then Steve delivers the 'I've traveled far, I've met the girlies' part (?) or maybe it's the 'I love 'em and leave 'em! I shove 'em and heave 'em' line. (To be honest, I'm not really familiar with Steve's voice u_u).

On top of that, look who is credited in the Thank you section of Bad Choices made easy (scan by Cain @tghtr )

The original poster said that Andrew Pascal is credited here, but not in the rest of the thank you sections of MSI albums, I don't have MSI's whole discography to check their Thank you sections, but for people that do, I encourage to check this up yourselves!

3-They don't sound like they're in a studio:

You can clearly hear a reverb at the beginning of the song because it doesn’t seem like they’re in a studio, but rather in an empty room. It's not a reverb done digitally. This could be because it was just a casual recording, something you’d record on a cassette tape recorder. All 1989 recordings of Jimmy are put under the category of "sound cassette"

Considering this, there are high chances that Hopeless is the EARLIEST RECORD of Jimmy Urine singing, being 1989, even before Pink. Could also not be 1989 if Andrew was still around making beats with Jimmy but weren't copyrighted in the site, James Nemo is still registered in max 1993. But the songs where Andrew is included are max 1989.

Jimmy said multiple times that he re-uses old songs if they sound good to him. So this wouldn't be new, but still fascinating.

This is getting too long brother they dont pay me enough, like and reblog if u read allat and lmk what do u think 😱

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Reflections upon what it was like to grow up in the southern US as a girl surrounded by religion. Hint: very toxic and damaging. via /r/atheism

Submitted June 07, 2021 at 05:54PM by ThrowAwayIdk6 (Via reddit https://ift.tt/3x81Cfd) Reflections upon what it was like to grow up in the southern US as a girl surrounded by religion. Hint: very toxic and damaging.

My history with atheism:

Circa age 13, I “abused” my newfound ability to use my brain cells to think for myself. I came to the realization that religion makes zero sense and that it’s just a modern continuation of mythology. People will readily accept that ancient mythology was born as a way to explain things people couldn’t understand, so that’s exactly how I view Christianity (and all other religions as well). I don’t understand how anyone with a brain between their ears could continue to believe it but, whatever. That’s not even touching upon the infinitely more complex subjects of ethics, morals, and morality.

ANYWAY-

I’m grateful for coming to my senses at a young age because it’s given me a lot of time (a decade now) to reflect, think, and conclude that Christianity, the prominent religion in the southern US, is super toxic. (No shit, right?) That’s not a surprise to anyone, but I’m just here to share my personal experiences about that.

For starters, my parents would slip in and out of denominations depending on what they wanted to hear that month or even week. I was randomly dragged around from church to church involving Catholicism, Lutheran, and Methodist. I thought church was boring as hell and would rather do literally anything else with my weekend but I didn’t have a choice so I had to go. I befriended somebody in my daycare around age 4 and started hanging out with her and her family at their house on weekends. Her family were Super Baptist. If you’ve never met a true southern Baptist, I’m not even sure how to begin to describe it. They were no ordinary baptists. And in that household, even though they played the role of the “perfect family“, I can see now there were a lot of hoops to jump through to be accepted and “loved” by them. First of all, they hate gays and homosexuality. Openly, blatantly, unwaveringly. Even though I was just their child’s friend, they would preach and lecture to me about all of these rules and ideologies that I was expected to follow. I remember being about four or five still and I was wearing a spaghetti strap shirt at her house. Her father stormed over to me and began lecturing me about how I needed to be aware that they were men in the house and I need to be more modest. Modest… a four or five year old kid’s fucking shoulders were sexy!? He seriously told a little kid to be modest when men were home. Wasn’t even his kid, either. I would say that’s where the cultural and societal grooming began. Where I was obviously lesser than, and responsible for the actions and thoughts of men. Just by existing I always needed to be vigilant. As a 5 year old. And I became obsessed with being a “good girl” as that was clearly the best way to be accepted by the world.

Despite that, I had a dysfunctional and bad home life. You know how they say that for kids who don’t get any attention, any attention counts as good attention? Very true in my case. I became sexually active and promiscuous around age 10 or 11. I would act provocatively and pretty desperate for any form of male attention. Obviously this caused absolutely no man to respect me and it was an extremely failed attempt to get validation, security, attachment and love that I wasn’t getting at home. But since I had already internalized that sexuality was shameful, but sexuality also seems to be the only way for me to receive any love (or so I thought), I was a very conflicted, torn, and moody kid. I had no idea what my identity was and I had no idea where my place was in this world. Feeling lost, I felt vulnerable to any type of message that I was a horrible and incompetent person who needed forgiveness. I just wanted to belong somewhere. I wanted a family and a community.

Cue my parents deciding they didn’t want to take care of us during the summer (my mom was a housewife who had house keepers but apparently it was still too fucking hard to hang out with your own kids), so they sent me to a very expensive, elitist Christian summer camp for several weeks during the summer. I admit, It was really nice to be around so many peers and to have that sense of community and belonging. Since I felt safe here, I decided to open up to one of my camp counselors about how I was acting and that I was basically soliciting sex for love. As an adult… If a child who is barely pubescent told me she was already sexually active and had been for some time … I would be waving all of the the red Flags I could hold and insist on a deep investigation of that kids home life and family to find out who exactly was not taking care of this child properly. That whole conversation, to a normal person, would’ve been very disturbing and concerning. But this was the land of “good Christians” and they demanded I called my parents and tell them everything about my sexual history. Considering that me and my parents were not close and barely even spoke to each other, this was an awkward conversation to have, and they literally did not care. Literally, I was gasping through tears trying to explain the whole story as the counselor smirked over my shoulders as I called my parents and my mom literally was like “OK we’ll talk about this”, and of course it was never addressed.

Shortly thereafter is when I began to think for myself and became an atheist. But it wasn’t just me. I befriended another girl later on who was one of 11 children. She was absolutely miserable and confessed to me that she was secretly suicidal and had made suicide attempts because her parents decided that she could just be the second mom and take care of all the kids when they didn’t feel like it. Of course, her mom didn’t work either, since they were all a bunch of good Catholics, their church donated them a McMansion of a home and gave them a lot of handouts. Why budget only to have kids that you can actually afford when you can just keep popping them out knowing that the church will congratulate you for bringing more believers into the world? Of course, the church didn’t actually care about those children or else my friend would not have been forced to be secretly suicidal and conceal her misery. Because again, if she had spoken up and expressed that her parents had done a stupid thing and that she was tired of picking up the slack for their actions, who knows what kind of consequence she could’ve actually faced for that. That wouldn’t be “good Catholic” of her.

I had my own daughter a few years ago and the first question out of many people’s mouth’s was demanding to know if I was going to get her baptized, if I was going to allow her to have premarital sex, and if I was going to raise her up with Jesus in her heart. Those questions are very irritating and disturbing. Why the fuck do people feel entitled to know the future details of an actual infants potential sex life? Shit is so fucking weird. I put a stop to that and we are an atheist/secular home. If my kids want to question or pursue religion, they are more than welcome to. I won’t stand in their way. But they’re not going to pick up those toxic messages in their childhood. I have to go out of my way to defend them from things like that. But I won’t allow it. The rug sweeping, the forced happiness, the cultism. No thank you.