It's been a while. Lot's of stuff happened. More on that some other day.
Today we discuss rapture fail. I'll be brief.
Am I the only atheist that is slightly disappointed that the rapture didn't begin this weekend?
This was our best bet to get rid of all these snivelly, preachy, self-righteous, arrogant, holier-than-though pieces of shit.
I could delve deeper by explaining that evangelism is in direct conflict with much of what "Jesus said" regarding judgment, love for your neighbor, and all that jazz, but instead I'll swear petulantly. I loathe you assholes who think I need your crutches in order to walk on this planet.
I walk just fine. I'm more ethical as a non-crutch walker than I ever was while chugging the Jesus juice. I don't want your god, don't need your god, and haven't noticed that your addiction/reliance/codependency for 'him' is serving you all that well.
Good riddance to fundamentalists of any religion. I wish Harold Camping would have been correct. But instead, those of us cursed to live in the bible belt will still have to wait until noon on Sunday to by beer.
For those of you that believe, discuss it rationally when asked, and use it for good in your life and the lives of others: rock on. But to you evangelicals: piss off. You want rapture? Create it yourself. Please. I'll help you raise the money for all the rat-poisoned kool-aid your little hearts desire.
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Turning philosophy, politics, and ethics inside out, picking them apart, then reassembing them as ideas for a new way to look at life. Agree or disagree, you'll find it's worth reading. © 2011
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
timely thought
I was told once that I was wasting someone's precious time.
If your time was truly precious it could never be wasted.
If your time was truly precious it could never be wasted.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Voluntary Thoughts
Good day, all. I hope you're enjoying life. I sure am. And a beer. I like that too.
Here's the good old fashioned disclaimer: Explicit lyrics. Faint of heart, move on. There's a ton of porn out there on the world wide web with your name on it.
Once again, Osama bin Laden is dead. Is this the ninth time? Maybe he's part cat.
I am of many minds on this. I was a junior in high school when Columbine was shot up by 2 students. I was in my first month as a college freshman in Chicago when the Towers in NYC were felled. Therefore I feel that a fair portion of my adult life has been defined by our society's reaction to violence. If they got him, I'd be lying if I said it didn't make me a little happy. If it's propaganda, I won't be surprised. But what exactly changed between yesterday and today?
Some say 'hooray Bush', others say 'hooray Obama'. I say 'shame on every single one of us'.
Tonight I'm not here to talk politics. Not long, anyway. Too many people talk politics. Too much crap flies around from side to side. Too much extremism, too many 'facts' that are really opinions, too many, too much, too blah blah blah. But let them speak. Let the TV blast in place of the sound of freedom ringing.
Just don't, for one second, take it in your personal life anymore. I suggest that it is time to raise the bar. Voting alone no longer gives you the right to talk. Voting is the expectation. Want a reward? You got that fancy sticker, didn't you? Good enough. Now shut up and do something. You want change? Then fucking change. You want hope? Then hope. In the only useful context that those two words exist they're verbs.
Turn of the TV and go the hell outside. Not the mall, lazy ass. Out-fucking-side. Spend a day at the library. Find a Habitat for Humanity Project and go pick up a hammer and nail. Take a pie to your local fire station. Thank a teacher. This debate our society has become involved in is fucked. It's idiotic. I'm losing more respect for everyone every day. I want something I haven't wanted in a long time - to not live here anymore. No, not Earth, this isn't a suicide note. I mean the United States of America.
Call me a traitor. Call me a quitter. Call me whatever you want. You people embarrass me. I feel shame. It used to be anger, then righteous indignation, sometimes hatred, other times pride. Now, it's pretty much overwhelming shame. My health care blows, but at least its expensive. The people that give their time and lives to make my country great are pissed on. The rich get richer while the poor wallow. White collar criminals walk free in the penthouse apartments while a guy selling weed to feed himself gets 20 years in a for-profit prison. The Democrans and Republicrats are two sides of the same coin, and everywhere I go everyone talks but no one says shit. Not one party can substantiate in any way that there policies reflect the values they claim to adhere to.
My favorite quote on this whole bin Laden thing comes from facebook - "The CIA employee of the year 1981 was killed today by the CIA employee of the year 2011". You break it, you buy it. We broke that shit by not stopping our corporations and government from doing it. We bought it with 3000 innocent lives, plus the aftershocks that ripped into 3000 families. Well we broke it again. Sure he's dead, I'll drink to that. But it's not a celebratory beer, it's a stiff shot of whiskey for the realization that terrorism is a hydra, and there will always be another head.
The only effective way to fight terrorism (and bad politics) is to be kind to your neighbors, give to those who are less fortunate, and appreciate everything you have in life along with those that gave it to you. A better way to say it? "Ask not what your [world] can do for you, but what you can do for your [world]". For lack of ability to fight it, the best we can do is everything we can do to try and make sure our children live in a world where there is no reason for it.
Here's the good old fashioned disclaimer: Explicit lyrics. Faint of heart, move on. There's a ton of porn out there on the world wide web with your name on it.
Once again, Osama bin Laden is dead. Is this the ninth time? Maybe he's part cat.
I am of many minds on this. I was a junior in high school when Columbine was shot up by 2 students. I was in my first month as a college freshman in Chicago when the Towers in NYC were felled. Therefore I feel that a fair portion of my adult life has been defined by our society's reaction to violence. If they got him, I'd be lying if I said it didn't make me a little happy. If it's propaganda, I won't be surprised. But what exactly changed between yesterday and today?
Some say 'hooray Bush', others say 'hooray Obama'. I say 'shame on every single one of us'.
Tonight I'm not here to talk politics. Not long, anyway. Too many people talk politics. Too much crap flies around from side to side. Too much extremism, too many 'facts' that are really opinions, too many, too much, too blah blah blah. But let them speak. Let the TV blast in place of the sound of freedom ringing.
Just don't, for one second, take it in your personal life anymore. I suggest that it is time to raise the bar. Voting alone no longer gives you the right to talk. Voting is the expectation. Want a reward? You got that fancy sticker, didn't you? Good enough. Now shut up and do something. You want change? Then fucking change. You want hope? Then hope. In the only useful context that those two words exist they're verbs.
Turn of the TV and go the hell outside. Not the mall, lazy ass. Out-fucking-side. Spend a day at the library. Find a Habitat for Humanity Project and go pick up a hammer and nail. Take a pie to your local fire station. Thank a teacher. This debate our society has become involved in is fucked. It's idiotic. I'm losing more respect for everyone every day. I want something I haven't wanted in a long time - to not live here anymore. No, not Earth, this isn't a suicide note. I mean the United States of America.
Call me a traitor. Call me a quitter. Call me whatever you want. You people embarrass me. I feel shame. It used to be anger, then righteous indignation, sometimes hatred, other times pride. Now, it's pretty much overwhelming shame. My health care blows, but at least its expensive. The people that give their time and lives to make my country great are pissed on. The rich get richer while the poor wallow. White collar criminals walk free in the penthouse apartments while a guy selling weed to feed himself gets 20 years in a for-profit prison. The Democrans and Republicrats are two sides of the same coin, and everywhere I go everyone talks but no one says shit. Not one party can substantiate in any way that there policies reflect the values they claim to adhere to.
My favorite quote on this whole bin Laden thing comes from facebook - "The CIA employee of the year 1981 was killed today by the CIA employee of the year 2011". You break it, you buy it. We broke that shit by not stopping our corporations and government from doing it. We bought it with 3000 innocent lives, plus the aftershocks that ripped into 3000 families. Well we broke it again. Sure he's dead, I'll drink to that. But it's not a celebratory beer, it's a stiff shot of whiskey for the realization that terrorism is a hydra, and there will always be another head.
The only effective way to fight terrorism (and bad politics) is to be kind to your neighbors, give to those who are less fortunate, and appreciate everything you have in life along with those that gave it to you. A better way to say it? "Ask not what your [world] can do for you, but what you can do for your [world]". For lack of ability to fight it, the best we can do is everything we can do to try and make sure our children live in a world where there is no reason for it.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Deficient thoughts
NewsCorp announced that it wants to sell myspace.com for $100 Million. Is anyone else reminded of craigslist? No, I don't mean dead hookers. I mean the innumerable ads posted by people trying to sell their items for illogical sums of money. Sure, Rupert, it may have cost $100 Million retail, but you're in the resale market now, and there's a bit of a recession going on...
Or is there a recession going on? I can't tell. Home prices remain in the gutter, even the occasional marginal increase is still a dismal valley when plotted on a graph of the past 30 years. Wholesale and consumer prices are up on necessities, wages and unemployment are stagnant, and discretionary spending is down.
But the game has been called. Apparently we're 'off that'. The auxiliary verbs are being conjugated in the past tense. Some people are balls-out saying it, some are just hinting at it, and still others are doing that thingy with the auxiliary verbs.
So when the hell are things going to change? When does it go back to the way it was? Never.
8 years of republican 'leadership' bankrupted the workers rights our grandfathers fought (and sometimes even died) for. It privatized our services to the highest bidders while decrying the evils of a relatively fair (and historically LOW) tax structure. It stripped our civil rights. It taught us to believe that America can't, That straight is better than gay, rich is better than poor, and those that have need more while those that have not...well, fuck them.
2 years of a democratic follow up, and Mr ToT's is not quite sure how to feel. Part of me agrees with the "where's our change" singers that interupted that big Obama fundraiser last weekend. Another part of me sympathizes with what he has had to fight. And yet another part of me wonders who would actually want to be President of the US of A right now? Is this man sane enough to warrant sympathy? Is he so arrogant that it would be wasted anyway?
So here's the deal, Big O. I'll give you a year. A year to get out of wall street's pocket. A year to prove that you won't be remembered as the 'great divider'. And I'll support you on the platforms I agree with while quietly ignoring the fact that we are in more wars than we were last year, the enviroment is still getting gang raped by big business, Gitmo is still open, and gay people can't get the tax break I get.
Maybe I expected too much, maybe you have failed to deliver. Time will tell, but time doesn't wait.
One year. Then I'll be forced to pay attention to the farce that is the electoral college system.
Think on, rockers. And rock on, thinkers.
Or is there a recession going on? I can't tell. Home prices remain in the gutter, even the occasional marginal increase is still a dismal valley when plotted on a graph of the past 30 years. Wholesale and consumer prices are up on necessities, wages and unemployment are stagnant, and discretionary spending is down.
But the game has been called. Apparently we're 'off that'. The auxiliary verbs are being conjugated in the past tense. Some people are balls-out saying it, some are just hinting at it, and still others are doing that thingy with the auxiliary verbs.
So when the hell are things going to change? When does it go back to the way it was? Never.
8 years of republican 'leadership' bankrupted the workers rights our grandfathers fought (and sometimes even died) for. It privatized our services to the highest bidders while decrying the evils of a relatively fair (and historically LOW) tax structure. It stripped our civil rights. It taught us to believe that America can't, That straight is better than gay, rich is better than poor, and those that have need more while those that have not...well, fuck them.
2 years of a democratic follow up, and Mr ToT's is not quite sure how to feel. Part of me agrees with the "where's our change" singers that interupted that big Obama fundraiser last weekend. Another part of me sympathizes with what he has had to fight. And yet another part of me wonders who would actually want to be President of the US of A right now? Is this man sane enough to warrant sympathy? Is he so arrogant that it would be wasted anyway?
So here's the deal, Big O. I'll give you a year. A year to get out of wall street's pocket. A year to prove that you won't be remembered as the 'great divider'. And I'll support you on the platforms I agree with while quietly ignoring the fact that we are in more wars than we were last year, the enviroment is still getting gang raped by big business, Gitmo is still open, and gay people can't get the tax break I get.
Maybe I expected too much, maybe you have failed to deliver. Time will tell, but time doesn't wait.
One year. Then I'll be forced to pay attention to the farce that is the electoral college system.
Think on, rockers. And rock on, thinkers.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Mobile thoughts
This is a test. This is only a test.
New app for posting. This is almost too trendy to bear. Or is it the start of something fantastic? Time, like a kid on the playground, will tell.
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