I’ve known and dated some of the biggest assholes galaxy-wide, so that you don’t have to. Along the way, I’ve noticed a few common themes and this is one. It’s probably going to be a bore and since it’s typed on this phone - expect typos.
The fanbases of Dawkins & Randi seem (if not wholly) comprised of assholes. Here an asshole, there an asshole. Everywhere an asshole-asshole.
I’m not saying either of them are evil. Dawkins is interesting at times. Randi, on the other hand, is basically the Music Man of atheism and skepticism, singing a quick ditty to the townsfolk so they know what to believe/hate/fear.
Whether it was ever their intent, they do seem to be arbiters of the same sort of judgement and reductive argument that people (who aren’t theists) hate about theists. It lends itself to this terrible self-justification that people can do whatever they want by virtue of being able to do what they want.
Bullshit. Just as I don’t believe any person is excused by their religion, I don’t believe an atheist or agnostic has carte-blanche.
I’ve got a pretty basic set of humanistic guidelines, to which I hold myself and everyone else. If you don’t wake up in the morning planning to be kind, you’re an asshole. And, when you are an asshole (as I so often am), it’s not okay to let yourself off the hook by just telling people you’re an asshole.
Apart from which, that smacks of determinism, doesn’t it?
*I did specifically omit Chomsky because back when he gave a fuck, he was brilliant. Deadly brilliant. But, again, he did give a fuck and I think that made all of the difference. He inspired people how to think and pay attention.
ETA further: Most people I love in this world are atheists. I am not speaking of them, nor even most.
Just the vigilant type mentioned in the body.
So true. It seems there are more, if you’ll pardon the expression, “holier than thou” atheists who look down on others for believing in God than the reverse. Just because I don’t believe in God doesn’t mean that you aren’t allowed to.
Whatever your beliefs, be kind — whether it’s for an eternal reward or just because it’s the right thing to do.
Have I told you lately that I love you? I do. It’s like you read my mind. Can you come update my website for me now? It’s causing some stress;)
You know what they say, everybody has a price. And being unemployed, mine’s pretty low. For a bottle of booze and a pack or two of smokes, I’ll totally update your site! Can I put a hippopotamus on it? If not, that’s OK too.
If you still have the “Nuevo! Tumblr en Espanol” thingy on your page and you want it to go away, click it. It will take you to your settings. There’s an option to choose your language. It’s already on English. Click “Save settings.” Red announcement thingy goes away.
I wonder why they don’t have it say “新しい！日本のスキ！” or “Yeni!Türkçe olarak Tumblr!” since there are now several language options. Then again, it may be geographically based.
Anyway, I saw a few frustrated posts from people who didn’t like the red thingy (sorry for all the technical jargon) staring at them, so thought I’d help out.
Wow! Rainy fireworks would be fun to watch! Did it make them look hazier? Any different?
Surprisingly they worked more or less the same…I expected a few fizzles from wet fireworks and no not be able to see them well, but they showed up wonderfully…I guess the clouds were high to not block the view. And I’m a complete sucker for fireworks…at Disneyland I used to time my breaks for the show whenever I could. It made being in the rain and having to toss the two packs of cigarettes that got soaked through the cellophane worth it.
What is the most extreme weather you have ever...well...weathered?
Depends on how I decide to define “most extreme.”
One year, I think it was 1998, I went to the Taste of Chicago on July 3rd to watch the fireworks (I never did find out why they did them a day early). It started raining before the sun went down…and I mean RAINING. Sideways rain that really hurt on my freshly-shaved head.
I was on the shore of Lake Michigan and the waves were bigger than some I saw on the beaches in southern California. An announcement was made that, due to the weather, the fireworks show was probably not going to be shot off.
People started going nuts. Buckingham Fountain (the one you see at the beginning of Married With Children) was full of people, statues were being climbed, and there was a feeling in the air of a riot in the making. The group of coworkers I went there with and I started walking back towards Union Station, hoping to get out of there before things got out of hand.
Then there was a boom and a flash of light, and I turned to see a huge firework fading away. Then another. The crowd started cheering. People stopped what they were doing and watched. And in the driving rain, we watched fireworks.
They did a show against the will of the weather, and to this day I’m convinced that doing so prevented a full scale riot.
So even though I’ve dealt with winds that literally blew me over, changing a theater marquee in snow up to my chest, and I’ve seen parts of Disneyland evacuated due to fears of building collapse in heavy rain…but with the added fear for my safety, this goes down as the most extreme weather I’ve seen so far.
“50 Cent did not disappoint. He ordered a grapefruit soda. The waiter brings him the grapefruit soda. And then 50 Cent said the greatest thing anyone could ever say when you see a grapefruit soda…He looks at the waiter and says, “Why isn’t this purple?” And it took me a few seconds, and then I realized, “Oh my god, 50 Cent has no idea what a grapefruit is!”… I was like, “Everybody in the restaurant, you need to SHUT UP right now cuz a waiter’s about to explain to a grown man what a grapefruit is.””—
This is mostly for people who have followed me recently.
I see a lot of people begging for people to ask them questions. Just to be clear, this does not bother me in the slightest. Sometimes I even decide to think of one for them.
But back when I was homeless, I never begged for money (granted, I had a job at the time, so I was pretty upper-crust as far as homeless people go). If I’m not going to beg for cash when I’ve got nowhere to go, I’m not going to beg for questions.
I have an ask box. You can use it if you want. Anon is always on. But if you don’t ask me anything, that doesn’t make you a terrible person. It doesn’t mean you don’t love me, and it doesn’t mean that I love you.
It’s like those “put a number in my ask” things. Go ahead and post that if you want, but I won’t. If I want to answer something on that list, I’ll just make a post that answers it.
Well, that turned into a mini-ramble (for you newbies, I tend to be long-winded here). That was a long way to go to say that you are more than welcome to use my ask box…but don’t feel obligated.
And in chemistry class I was talking to my friend, Jack, about a gay pride festival I went to. My teacher, stupid nosy bitch, decides she wants to join in on the conversation. She asks me what I’m talking about so I turned around and her reaction was to make a noise of utter disgust. She asked me to go to the main office and get a different shirt. But being the rebel that I am, I told her very politely “no, if you don’t like it you don’t have to look at it. It’s my shirt, not yours, and there’s nothing wrong with it.” She told me again that I needed to change my shirt. I said again that I wasn’t and she told me she would have to send me to my administrator for direct disrespect. So I put on a big smile and packed my stuff up while she wrote the discipline report up.
But the thing that made me so happy that I didn’t give in and change was that as I was walking out the door a girl in my class stood up and started to walk with me. My teacher was kinda pissed and told her that she would get a write up if she didn’t sit down. And this girl, she is my fucking hero. She says: “Write me up then. It’s one more story that I can go home and tell my mothers. And I’m sure my girlfriend would love to hear it, too.” Then she smiled and walked out. I just felt the need to share what happened today with my lovely followers.
Lovely story. Also, if intolerant people could kindly die in a fire, that would be very courteous of them. Thanks.
…how long do you think it’ll be before people start wondering the REAL reason public transportation was shut down in New York City? I’m not saying that this is what happened, but there sure was a lot of time where nobody was able to “be vigilant” right before a very largely-known ten-year anniversary when all eyes will be on NYC.
I mean, I’m thinking worst-case scenario here, but we all know that the wars don’t have support anymore, and nothing drums up support for war like…well, you get the idea.
If you don’t think we’re capable of doing something like that, google Operation Northwoods. That link takes you to the Wikipedia page, but use whatever source you like.
And no, I don’t actually think that this is the case. But that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t wonder.
“Let’s just say that if complete and utter chaos was lightning, he’d be the sort to stand on a hilltop in a thunderstorm wearing wet copper armour and shouting ‘All gods are bastards.’” -also Rincewind…and cheer up n_n
That’s another of my favorite quotes of his (or should I say “favourite?”). Reminds me of my days changing the theater marquee in thunderstorms with my big metal pole. While cursing God and daring him to hit me, of course. That was before I had seen this line, or even heard of DiscWorld (hence the reason I love this line)
I’m actually not too down right now. Just accepting that I’m going nowhere.
I had a friend who dislocated her shoulder & it kept popping out so she had to get a surgery done to tighten the muscles in her arm…hopefully that won’t happen to you!
I hope not too! I couldn’t afford to get it set, I certainly can’t afford a surgery. But I have a feeling that’s along the lines of what happened. I think that since it dangled loose for a few days before I was able to pop it back in, stuff may have stretched out that isn’t supposed to stretch. Hopefully exercising it will be enough!
It’s been over 7 months since I screwed up my shoulder (to those just tuning in, I dislocated it back in January and couldn’t afford to go to a doctor).
Before I went to bed yesterday afternoon, I forced myself to move it in ways that were very painful, because I’m sick of not being able to use it. I was quite literally in tears from the pain of lifting my arm using my shoulder, but I wouldn’t let myself stop.
After about 10 lifts/lowers (lowering it was actually more painful than lifting it), which took me about 20 minutes to get through, it started to get easier, to where it only hurt a little bit. So I did it a bit more, this time holding a book (Stephen King’s Under the Dome to be precise…all 1,074 pages of it) for more weight.
It hurt like hell again, but I was able to get it up (my arm, you pervs). This is probably exactly what a doctor would have told me to do seven months ago if I could have gone to one, but after popping it back into place (which took me several days to do initially), it popped back out a couple times. For a long time I was worried that it would pop out again if I used it too much.
But I’m sick of not using it. I’m tired of the pain when I try, which has prevented me from doing so. It’s time to man up (or girl down, if I may steal a line that John Mayer used once) and get through this.
By the end of the year, I plan to be doing one-armed pushups on my left arm. I don’t have many goals right now (OK, other than this new one I don’t have any), so this will be my thing to work towards.
Feel free to leave your comments now telling me what an idiot I am for not going into debt to see a doctor or for waiting so long to decide to do this.
I saw a little tornado once… It was in the distance so we sat watching this tiny little funnel not doing much.
I think that would be cool. At the same time, I don’t want to see devastation. I’ve seen some of those storm chaser shows on TV, and when it shows one obliterating a house my heart breaks. And trying to pretend an asshole lived there doesn’t help.
Back when I lived in Illinois, tornado sirens started wailing when I was at work one day at the movie theater I used to manage. We were a big brick building and I decided to be the guy who went outside and told everyone to come inside.
People were waiting in line at our outdoor box office, which we had already pulled our cashier out of to get them away from all that glass. People thought they couldn’t come in without a ticket, even under these circumstances. I didn’t give a damn about ticket sales given the situation.
Once everyone else was inside, I stayed outside looking around. People asked why I would do that. I answered,” Because I’ve never seen a tornado before.”
Someone said, “well, what if the tornado comes from behind the building and you don’t see it until it’s too late to get inside?”
"Well, at least I’ll have gotten to see a tornado before I died."
This is the same theater where I used to use a big metal pole with a suction cup on the end to change the marquee every week, even in lightning storms…they said it could wait, but I had fun daring God to hit me. He never did.
Did you know this about Libya? Some other facts (that mainstream media will never disclose) about “Gaddafi and Libya: Loans to Libyan citizens are given with NO interest. Students would get paid the average salary for the profession they are studying for. If you are unable to get employment the state would pay the full salary as if you were employed until you find employment. When you get married the couple gets an apartment or house for free from the Government. You could go to college anywhere in the world. The state pays 2,500 euros plus accommodation and car allowance. The cars are sold at factory cost. Libya does not owe money, (not a cent) to anyone. No creditors. Free education and health care for all citizens. 25% of the population with a university degree. No beggars on the streets and nobody is homeless (until the recent bombings). Bread costs only $0.15 per loaf. No wonder the US and other capitalist countries do not like Libya. Gaddafi would not consent to taking loans from IMF or World Bank at high interest rates. In other words Libya was INDEPENDENT! That is the real reason for the war in Libya ! He may be a dictator, but that is not the US problem. Also Gaddafi called on all Oil producing countries NOT to accept payment for oil in USD or Euros. He recommended that oil get paid for in GOLD and that would have bankrupted just about every Western Country as most of them do not have gold reserves to match the rate at which they print their useless currencies. Remember the last time someone had the “NERVE” to make a similar statement was when Saddam Hussein advised all Opec countries not to accept payment for oil in US Dollars. Well, we all know what happened to him . Yes, they HUNG HIM
I love seeing the other side of the story. This doesn’t suddenly make me pro-Gaddafi (or however we’re choosing to spell it this week), and raises some questions in my mind, but at least it isn’t the “company line” we get from the U.S. government, who has proven itself time and time again to be full of shit.