Eight things about Breakerslion

I’ve been meme tagged! I don’t always play along. Sometimes I just wait for the mood to pass, and sometimes I don’t feel like passing the assignment on and potentially pissing off the bloggers who indulge my commentary on their posts. This one seems interesting enough. Of course, nothing is going to be truly random. We all edit ourselves, and will only tell what we want others to know, more or less. I’m really going to try for “random” here, so here goes.

*Players have to post these rules before we give you the facts.
* Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
* People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules. At the end of your blog post, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.* Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they're tagged, and to read your blog.

1. I like ham salad sandwiches.

2. Hearing the news today about the arrest of a child porn ring, and some of the details of their offerings, gave me a flashback about my own abusive/abused relationship with an adult when I was a minor child.

3. I collect glass bank bottles made in the shape of Abraham Lincoln. So far, no two have the same mold number on the bottom.

4. In 1967, with the help of a female friend and my sister’s wig, I passed for a girl for an entire day. I fooled adults and also children my own age (much harder). This was my only non-Halloween-related foray into the world of Drag. That is, unless you count the time I was a chauffer for three Drag Queens in the Boston Gay Pride Parade.

5. I’m not Gay, incidentally, but I’ve got some great friends!

6. I’m not happy with #5. It’s not random and I’m not exactly sure why I feel the need to disclose that. A little mystery in life never hurts. (This looks like a cop-out too, except that I didn’t have to tell you what was going on in my head this very moment, so in that respect, it’s random.)

7. There are very few things in this world that will truly gross me out, or cause my gorge to rise. There are a few, however. Situations involving maggots come to mind.

8. Some day, I’d like to get into a TV theme song contest with Rosie O’Donnell. Preferably, before I get old enough to forget. I don’t know if I could take her, but I’d love to give it a shot. That’s a lot less impressive than it used to be, before TV Land brought all those chestnuts back. Some things belong in the past. Don’t be mentioning “My Mother The Car” to Jerry Van Dyke.

I tag:

Pixel Q. Styx, if he feels like conforming.

Rev. Barking Nonsequitor, if he has the inclination.

Kalanchoe542, if she feels like it.

Decrepit Old Fool, if I catch him in a dull moment.

AthiestMommy, if she has the time.

Boss Foxx, for the hell of it.

Homo Escapeons, if he’ll play.

Hashishan Prohhet

I can’t wait to see that last one!

Distraction

You might have noticed that I have not posted any heavy-duty commentary lately. I have some other things going on in my life that are requiring my attention. I hope to find the time soon to finish a post I have been working on, meanwhile….

Romeo Macapobre has once again found a gem and posted it to Athiesthaven. This one comes from Carl’s Rants, entitled “Creation Museum: Because Our Kids Aren’t Stupid Enough.

I know I have commented on WordPress before, but today they aren’t liking my user ID, so I’ll comment here. One of Carl’s commenters asks, what are we to do? He points out that extremism usually begets extremism, and questions the ethics of forcing the shutdown of this retarded bullshit. My answer is, that a head-to-head confrontation of that kind is a waste of time. The perpetrators of the Creation Museum scam would bleat like stuck pigs about their right to free speech in pursuit of their objective of fleecing the gullible and deluded sheeple. It is not necessary to silence these bullshit artists. If they want to rave on like inmates in a locked ward, let them. Our purpose is better served by contradicting their unending river of infomercial-like bullshit with a steady stream of derision, and facts that contradict the delusional picture that they are endlessly painting. Those that live in a superstitious world where magic beings control their lives are too far gone to save from themselves. Our only hope is to reach those that have not yet decided to check their brains at the door of the temple in exchange for the emotional masturbation and freedom from responsible adulthood that they receive inside.


As for Carl…. If I met a girl who could talk like that, back when I was an impressionable teenager, I think I would have developed a crush on the spot. That’s how much I admire the ability to creatively and precisely use foul language. I nominate Carl for the coveted Molten Silver Tongue Award.

Evolution of a fucktard

According to this highly qualified graduate of a Dental College, evolution (Natural Selection) cannot explain these creatures. His willful ignorance and lack of understanding can be explained in one word: throwback.

Talent

is where you find it, and comes in all shapes and sizes.

Follow me.

Remember that kid in the back of the classroom that was always drawing and not seeming to pay too much attention? Never caused much trouble, just worked by themselves, kind of in a world of his/her own? Got a passing grade anyway? I peg this cartoonist to be that kind of genius.

Write Your Own Parable Contest!

"One man's theology is another man's belly laugh." - Robert Anson Heinlein

Over the years, there has been a lot of posting on the blogs that I read concerning the historical origins of Bible stories, and other mythology. I have also read numerous posts concerning Pagan holidays, Jewish holidays, and other religious holidays, and how they were supplanted by Christian holidays. I think it’s unfair that early Christians should have all the fun glomming onto other people’s traditions, and we who follow after get left out.

The following was originally written as a comment to this post from Beep Beep. It’s not exactly on-topic, but it occurred to me that others might like to try this.

If you want to play, the rules are as follows: Take your favorite parable, and spin it into some other religion. Mine started out Buddhist and ended up Hindu (so long as you grant me rather wide artistic license). The idea is to steal one and attribute it to someone else.

Once upon a time, there was a priestess in the temple of Shiva who grew increasingly restless. Dissatisfied with how slowly the goddess revealed her secrets, she decided to go out into the world and learn the secret of creation for herself. After twenty years, she returned to show off to the goddess what she had learned. The goddess, being a goddess, recognized her immediately and said, "My daughter, where have you been?"

The wayward priestess replied, "I have been out in the world, and I have learned to make cookies in my vagina! Here, have one."

The Goddess replied, "My daughter, you should have learned to use an oven. It would have been much faster."

Re: "No Health Benefit From Prayer"

A few days ago, Romeo Macapobre posted this BBC News story to the Athiesthaven news group. I have commented on the alleged health benefit from prayer before. I contend that if any health benefit were to accrue, then my insurance company would be asking about my religious affiliation, and would be charging me more for being un-[insert-true-religion-here].

I don’t want to address the major thesis of the article today. I turn your attention to the following:


“Many theologians say that, even if you believe in the power of intercessory prayer, such a trial is doomed to failure because it "puts God to the test" - and there are clear instructions in the Bible not to do this.

The Bishop of Durham, the Right Reverend Tom Wright, said:

“Prayer is not a penny in the slot machine. You can't just put in a coin and get out a chocolate bar. This is like setting an exam for God to see if God will pass it or not.”

This is a pretty common excuse made for the failure of such experiments. It is basically predicated on many instances of religious failure, covered up by ready-made excuse scripture. This is damage-control scripture banning testing (read “questioning”) the whims of the super-being as to the dispensation of magic intervention. My question is, do people who mouth this excuse really hear what they are saying? Or, are they so steeped in their own delusions, rationalizations, and denials that they are incapable of accepting the ramifications of this statement?

If the “don’t test god” assertion is true, then the alleged god would rather punish the innocent than reveal itself through direct and measurable action. The people being prayed over had no complicity in this experiment. The alleged god is essentially made to say, “Screw the worthy, these other guys over here are testing me and that pisses me off!” To borrow a phrase, either god is a dick, or god does not exist. Such a god would not be worthy of worship in any case.