Let’s Answer a Question You Should Ask Your Non-Christian Friends

For those who didn’t know, in addition to being a filthy liberal, I’m also a heathen atheist.  I have heard all the arguments for the existence of God, and I find them all to be lacking.  I don’t go into this all that much anymore, because my days of being the anti-religion shit-kicker are long behind me.  Not to mention, I haven’t heard an original argument.  However, I was made aware of this video, that has a Christian speaker who has a question that can seal the deal on turning a non-believer into a believer.  Okay, let’s hope this is an original argument.  Let’s watch this video, and then we’ll talk about it.

We start off with a very timid girl asking a question while chewing gum (that is so annoying.  Don’t be one of those people) wanting to know how to get through to her non-believer friends.  This dude’s answer should be good.

He begins by saying that this is the question he has when he goes “back and forth” with non-believers and feels there is “some resistance.”  Yeah, resistance to his religious nonsense that I genuinely don’t understand how people can believe.  It is so ludicrous on the face of it.  The idea that there is a magic man in the sky who created everything.  How can anyone buy that?  Not a rhetorical question.  Feel free to try your shot at giving me an original argument.

Then he says the question – if Christianity were true, would you become a Christian?  What?!  That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard!  For starters, you have to not only prove that God is real, but that the God that’s real is the one you believe in.  The ego of this assertion is mind-boggling.  I’m supposed to be unable to answer this?  Really?  Because my answer is easy – assuming you could prove that not only does a deity exist, but it’s the one that you believe in, my answer is – no.  I wouldn’t.  Why?  Because this deity of yours is sitting back and doing fuck-all while humanity is both fucking and polluting ourselves into extinction.  While children are getting limbs blown off by landmines.  While there are parasites designed to eat brains.  That’s all they do.  This world is a festering pile of shit, and if you can prove to me that your God exists, I would point to that and then ask the holier-than-thou fuck why he expects me to be cool with that.  I’d ask where he gets off think that that is okay.

Now of course, you’d say “then I guess you aren’t going to Heaven.”  Fine by me.  I want no part of a Heaven that the God this man worships is involved with.  A God who is small.  Who created this massive, incredible universe, but for some reason actually cares where a man sticks his penis.  A God who was able to create the countless worlds in the ever-expanding vastness of our universe, yet decided to send a bear to maul children to death for making fun of one of his prophets.  A God who is able to create life from absolutely nothing, as it says in Genesis, yet is also very concerned if a youth is bad-mouthing their parents.  Yeah, I want NOTHING to do with that God.  Not one damn thing.

The dude decides to make my point for me and say that other atheists have had the same answer I have.  Okay.  Curious to see what his rebuttal is to this position.  He begins by saying that because atheists claim to be reasonable, but then says that if something is proven to be true, would we believe it, and says we don’t.  Wait a minute!  That ain’t what you asked, dude.  You asked that if Christianity were proven to be true, would we become Christian.  Asking that and then asking if I believe it are two very different things.  I would not become a Christian because the God you worship is either malevolent, incapable, or not a deity at all.  Your God is pathetic, yet demands that we all think that he’s all-knowing, all-loving, and completely omnipotent.  Why would I want to become part of you?  Believing in something that has been proven and accepting that and following it are two very different things.  As if your beliefs being proven would be so powerful that I would have to instantly become a Christian on the spot.  No.

I love when Christians do this.  They try and make a point but then turn it into something else.  The reason they do this is because they know that they can’t win a straight argument with someone who is an educated non-believer.  Their beliefs don’t hold up to scrutiny.  So instead they have to make it about something else.  They have to take their points and then stealthfully tweak them to an argument that works for them.  Kirk Cameron was cited pointing this out by telling people to get around atheist’s logic and appeal directly to their emotions.  This dude is dealing with a strawman who is really stupid and wouldn’t see what he did there.  Idiot.

We then get into “they just want to be God of their own lives.”  Ugh.  I was really hoping for an original argument.  I really, really was.  I hoped this dude had something I haven’t heard before.  Armoured Skeptic once said he’d give up his left nipple for an original religious argument, and part of me wants to go in on him with that, before he moved on to other things.  Dude, you are the God of your own life.  Why?  Because God follows all the same values and prejudices that you do.  Find any Christian, and they will tell you that God and Jesus think all the same things they do.  It’s quite something.  Don’t like gay people?  Neither does God.  Don’t like openly sexual people?  Neither does God.  Don’t like the idea of your money going to help people you don’t like?  Well, you can make it so your God doesn’t like that either.  It’s really amazing.  It’s almost like the fucker can read your mind.  Isn’t that amazing?

Oh, we got another question!  Wait, never mind.  It’s him asking the audience if the non-believer they want to convert is someone who is “actively seeking truth” or just someone who is openly hostile to religion.  Wow.  Strawman Atheist strikes again!  Dude, I do look for truth.  The difference is, your world has no truth.  You believe in a magic man who has properties that could not be real if not for magic.  It’s a fact.  He flooded the Earth and had two of every animal in a boat and then had all those animals spread across the world without leaving any trace of themselves.  Magic!  He had a dude with Hulk strength all because of his hair.  Magic!  He created a man by forming dirt and then breathing into it.  Magic!  He turned a woman into a pillar of salt.  Well, that one could be the Crimson Alchemist.  Oh wait, it’s magic!  There is no truth in what you have to say.  I’m not openly hostile to your religion.  I’ve just heard all the arguments and found it wanting.

And what do you know, his audience agrees with him!  When he asks if the person the audience is thinking of is seeking truth, none of them raise their hands.  It’s all just hostility towards God and the idea of God.  This argument is so fucking dumb.  I’ve heard it all a thousand times in a thousands different forms.  “You just want the freedom to sin!”  “You just don’t wanna believe in God!  The evidence is everywhere!”  And naturally this dude sits in a room full of people who agree with him and they can all have their confirmation bias safely stoked without any fear of contradiction.  Because that’s how the Christian world works.  A magical echo chamber, just like pretty much every other group in this country.

He concludes saying to just pray for the person who doesn’t believe in God and that will do the trick, because they’ll have some tribulation in their lives that will bring them to Jesus.  Bullshit.  I’ve had a TON of tribulation, never once did I think Jesus could do anything for me.  It’s all a crock.  But whatever.  That’s the world we live in.

So, this was stupid.  I beat that argument to death fairly easily.  Always hoping for that one person who asks me a question that really gets me thinking.  A man can dream, after all.

Until next time, a quote,

“But in the bullshit department, a businessman can’t hold a candle to a clergyman.” – George Carlin

Peace out,

Maverick

A Den of Secrets and Lost Family

A morning making lunch for someone.  Well, technically it’s breakfast food, but why not?  French toast is a perfectly good food for lunch.  Especially when I wrap it around maple breakfast sausage links.  Not healthy, but we had just come back from a run.  My young companion’s time was terrible, but she’s just starting.  While she has taken to swimming and is even starting to keep pace with me when I take my own turns and challenge her to a race (kiddo can’t resist it.  Too easy, and I push her to her limits), running was much harder for her.  Steps toward improving her health, and subsequently making her ready if she still has this idea of becoming a pilot when she graduates.  I’m still skeptical, but she is so eager to learn about the Navy that I can’t help but think at least part of her is on the level.
“Can we finish the tree today?”
Looking up from my stove, I nodded.  “Aye.  Might as well.  Don’t like leaving a task half-done.”
“Definitely!”  All warmth and sunshine, this one.  At least she was now.  As I understood it from John, over the years she’s gotten progressively more depressed.  He tried to help, but she wouldn’t talk to him and he had his own obligations.  Ever since we started hanging out, her mood had gotten progressively better.  The obvious assumption was that she was lonely and now she had a friend that she could hang with regularly.  However, I couldn’t help but notice that things have really been improving with all the training.  Perhaps she also needed something to work toward.  It’s a great motivator.  Whatever the case, I was glad that my time with her was helping.  Purpose for me too.
Which led to the Christmas tree.  Had kind of left things in shambles because of the fight with Bethke, but that was fine.  It was salvageable.  Rain was pouring outside, so this was kind of a cozy little Christmas decorating party.  It was fun.  I haven’t enjoyed decorating a tree since I was a little kid.  Two lifetimes ago, it felt like.

“Awww, come on mom!  We can get the boxes out at least.  Then it’ll be ready for when we do want to put the Christmas stuff up!”
Mom just rolled her eyes.  “Oh, I know you better than that.  We get those boxes out, and then it’ll be ‘why don’t we put up the Nativity?  That’s easy, right?’  Then it’ll be.  ‘Well, we did that, so let’s do this box!  What’s one more?’  Then, a few hours later, you’ll be wanting to do the tree.”
I pouted.  “I will not!”
Big sis looked over, shaking her head.  “Yeah, you will, QQ.  We know you better than that.”
Sitting down in my chair, I crossed my arms.  “You all are Grinches…”
Daddy always played that he didn’t love Christmas as much as the rest of us, but we all knew he did.  It was his favorite time of year, and when the tree was up, he would sit in his chair and watch the lights for hours, or while he was watching the evening news.  I looked over at him and could see him already cracking.
“Oh honey, I don’t see the problem with getting out a few boxes.  Will save us time later.”
Mom gave me a mean look, then sighed.  “You two are in cahoots, I swear.”
Couldn’t quit the smile from my face.  “Dad says it’s fine, so can we?!”
“Fine!  I swear, today is just gonna be about decorating the tree.  You two are awful.”
We gave each other a look.  Mission accomplished!  Wouldn’t let these Grinches keep us from getting into the Christmas spirit.

After getting the rest of the garland up, we decided to turn on the lights.  As good a time as any, right?  It was gorgeous!  I had gone a little overboard, because I remembered how much I loved the lights.  It was my favorite part.  So glad we had a fake tree.  Kept us from having to worry about watering it if I was on contract.  And we didn’t get a pre-lit one so I could put actual ornaments on it.  You’re not supposed to put them on the pre-lit ones.  Couldn’t have a tree without ornaments and garland.  Just not right.
My selection of ornaments was lots of shiny things.  I like shiny things because they reflect the lights.  Adds to the effect of the rest of the ensemble.  I could stare at this thing forever.  My companion snuggled up next to me.  Decided it was a good idea to make hot cocoa.  Not that powdered mix garbage.  No, this had milk chocolate melted in milk and heavy cream.  Added a little peppermint vodka to mine.  Just a hint.  Don’t want to get drunk, just get that nice little edge.
Kiddo asked if I could do that for her.
“Hell no!  You’re way too young to be drinking.”
“Oh come on!  It’s not like I haven’t done it before.  Snuck in some wine with my friend Maddie when we were 11.  We spilled it all over her mom’s carpet, tried to hide it with the rug when we couldn’t scrub it out.  We got SO busted.”
I chuckled.  “Well, that should’ve learned you.”
“Whatever.  I refuse to believe you weren’t drinking when you were a teenager.”
More memories came flooding in.

We sat there, leaning against the giant cross at the apse.
“Me first!” she said.
“No fair!  I was the one who had to sneak into Father Michael’s office to get it!” I shot back, grabbing at the bottle.
“But it was my idea, so I drink first!”
I scowled at her.  “You just made that up.”
Winking at me.  “Maybe, but I got the bottle, so-” She stuck out her tongue at me, taking a long drink.
“You gonna finish the whole damn bottle or am I gonna get some too?”
Wiping some that had gone down her chin, she handed it over.   I tipped it back, letting the liquid run down my throat.  I always hated this stuff.  It tasted so bad.  But this was about doing something because we could.  And I might as well get wasted in the process, right?  This was a big bottle, after all.  Plenty for both of us.
Back and forth it went.  She started feeling the effect sooner than I did.  A lot sooner.  But once we were almost done, there was this warm feeling in my head.  A floaty, funny feeling.  Was this getting buzzed?  I could get behind this.
“You were so awesome!” Sara giggled.  “I can’t believe you did this with me!”
Felt good getting praised by Big Sis.  Of course, anywhere she went, I followed.  Had been that way since we were little.  Way I saw it, always would be.
“Thanks.”
Then, a noise!  It was the door to the Father’s office!
“Oh shit!” Sis looked over at me.
“Who’s out there?!  I know somebody’s in here!  Come out now and I won’t call the cops!”
There was nowhere to go.  He was between us and the door.  We were so screwed.  I thought he had gone home!
“What do we do?!” I asked, my hands shaking.
“I don’t know.  I don’t think there’s any way out of this.”
“Dad is gonna be so pissed…”

“Maybe.  But that’s no reason for you to.  God knows, there is enough shit for teenagers to deal with these days.  Not gonna add to that list.”
She pouted, but took the cocoa I gave her.  It was nice to just get to sit here and savor the moment.  Don’t know how much time had passed as we stared at our handiwork.  Enough that we finished our big mugs of cocoa.  Today was an alright day.
“Hey Quinn?”
“What’s up?” I replied, absentmindedly.
“What was Christmas like with your family?  Did you enjoy this with them too?”
Figured we’d get back to the personal stuff eventually.  “Aye.  For a long time, it was.  Every December I would always push mom to do it.  She’d always say it’s too early, but then I’d get Dad to come to my side.  Worked like a charm, every time.  And Big Sis was always in it too.  When we were teenagers, she’d play like she’s too cool to get into Christmas like when were were little, but I knew she’d come around.  It was loads of fun.”
“How did they find out that you were gay?”
Clever girl.  She’d been sitting on that for a while, and now found a family question to segway into it.  Not bad.
“I was outed when I was 15.  Not far from my 16th birthday.  Sweet 16, yeah.  For some girls, maybe.”
My companion laid her head against me.  “Who outed you?”
Was I ready for this?  Part of me didn’t want to, but then I remember opening up to my new friend last time.  How good it felt.  Would it be that way this time?  Might as well find out.
“When I realized that I was gay, there was this girl that I was really into.  She was beautiful, on the volleyball team, so nice.  We got really close and I decided to make the first move.  My bravery was nowhere near the levels it is today.  Nearly threw up on her.  It didn’t go well.  She was totally repulsed and didn’t talk to me again after that.  Then the rumors started.  That I had tried to kiss her and that I was a dyke.  It spread like wildfire.  Everybody was talking about it soon enough.”
She snuggled even closer.  “That’s awful.  How did your parents find out?”
“When the swimming team cut me.  I was so excommunicated among the other girls.  They all kept their distance.  People who had been my friends up til then were now afraid to even look at me.  Guess they thought that my gayness is communicable.  Like a disease.  Might as well have been.  Eventually, the coach came and told me he was cutting me from the team.  I argued with him, but he told me to get out.  That he didn’t want a pervert on his team.  That none of the girls did.  I left crying so hard.  Turns out, he had called my parents too and told them that I was cut from the team, explaining why.  A coach, who I had trusted, violated that to tell my parents all about the rumors.”
“Oh god.  How did they react?”
“I remember the look on Sara’s face when they confronted me…”

“Is this true?!” Mom demanded, looking right at me.
I didn’t say a word.  This was too much for one day.  Way too much.
“I asked you a question!  Is it true?!  Are you a lesbian?!”
Looked over at Sara.  She wouldn’t look at me.  It was just like the rest of the swim team.  Just like every girl at school.  Mom being angry at me was nothing different than always, but Sara not even being able to look at me.  My heart was smashed and crushed and destroyed.  Tears were flowing down my face.
“I asked you a fucking question, young lady!  Is this true?!”  She was nearly screaming.
“Honey, please, you’re scaring her!”  Dad was trying to be on my side, but I could tell he was unnerved too.
“I will not have a sodomite living in my house, Michael!  I won’t!”
“Now sweetie, that’s too far.”  He came over to me and put his hand on my shoulder.  “Honey, you can talk to us.  It’s natural to question things when you’re young.  But it’s just a phase you’re going through.”
I looked right at him.  I suddenly had a burning anger inside of me.  “It’s not a phase!  It’s who I am!”
He shook his head.  “You think that now, but trust me, everybody has moments when you’re growing up and you think about that.  It’ll pass.”
Pulled back from his hand on my shoulder.  “What the hell would you know about it?!  You like boys, growing up?!”
Letting out a sigh, he shook his head.  “No.”  A slight pause.  Odd.  Was there more to this story?  “But we all wonder things as we are young.  Everyone’s gone through it, but I promise, you’ll come to see that it was just part of who you are.  I mean, you’ve had a boyfriend, haven’t you?”
It was true.  He’d take my virginity, and I his.  I loved him with all my heart, but it wasn’t the same.  He’s how I realized that I was gay.  Because I knew that as much as I felt for him, it wasn’t the kind of longing I did for Alicia.  He was the first person I told.  We never kept secrets from each other.  I remember how scared I was to tell him the truth, afraid of how he would react.  But he was so nice and supportive.  It was so wonderful.   Told me he wouldn’t tell anyone, because of how the school is, and I believed him.  I know he tried to fight the rumors that were started about me.  Wished he was here now.  I need to be held so much.
“Lulu and I broke up, a few months ago.”
Dad shook his head.  “I see.  Did he know, about this phase you’re going through?”
So much anger inside.  “Stop calling it a fucking phase!  I know who I am!  I’m gay, alright!  Can’t bear to say it?!”
“Language, young lady!” Dad got more stern.  I could tell that I was turning him against me too.
Mom stepped back over.  “Now you listen here.  You’re just a confused girl who is taken in by all this liberal Hollywood.  You’re not gay, and I won’t hear another word about it!  Not if you’re gonna be in my house!  Do you understand?!”
I looked over to where Sara was supposed to be.  She had left.  So she was abandoning me too.  Wanted to break down sobbing.  So much anger and rage and pain and all sorts of negative emotions.  What were my options?  If I let myself be who I am, then I’d be kicked out.  If that happened, where was I supposed to go?  I’d have to lie.  Just suck it up and deal with it for as long as I could.  Until I was 18, and I could get out on my own.  I couldn’t believe that my sister had turned on me too.  What happened to always being together, forever?  When we promised that no matter what, we’d never leave each other?  That happened to that?  More lies, like everything everyone says.
“Whatever.”  That was all I could manage, walking out of the room.  Mom started after me, but Dad stopped her.  More talking about how I just needed time, how the phase would pass.  I hated both of them so much in that moment.  More than I’ve ever hated anybody.

“That’s just awful.  Did any of them come around?”
I shook my head.  “Oh no.  It got so much worse.  Big Sis wouldn’t even look at me.  Ever.  Anytime she was coming out of the shower or something, because we shared the same bathroom, and I was around, she’d immediately move to get as far away from me as she could.  It hurt me so much.  Part of me was like – does she think I’m going to rape her or something?  It was so strange.  She’s my sister.  Just because I’m gay doesn’t mean that I’m gonna try and have sex with every girl there is.  I didn’t understand this at all.”
“What about your parents?”
“Oh boy.  Mom kept setting me up with boy after boy from the church we went to.  Kept saying she’d put the straight back into me.  It was awful.  So many miserable ‘dates’ that I was forced to go on.  Dad would just not talk about it, hoping it would go away.”
“It all must have ended somehow.  You said at Thanksgiving how they disowned you.  What happened?”
As I thought, the more I talked about this and got everything out, the better I felt.
“Their ‘date our daughter until she’s straight’ plan didn’t work, so they figured they would try another approach.  Something very extreme.  And that’s when it all fell apart.”

I looked at the pamphlets in front of me.  Straight camp.  That’s what this had come to.
“Since you won’t repent of your sinful ways, we decided that we have to do something more.  I won’t see our daughter in Hell because you are a sodomite.  So, if you want to keep living in this home, you have to go to this retreat, to help you find yourself with the help of God.”  The look on Mom’s face as she spoke.
I looked at Dad.  “I haven’t said anything about this in months!  You all are the ones making a big deal out of it!  Why do I have to do this?!”
He sighed, but the look on his face showed solidarity.  “Honey, this is for the best.  I know it looks bad now, but trust me, you will thank us for this later.”
The rational part of my brain screamed that what I was about to say was a bad idea, but that part just fell by the wayside.  It was time to end this, permanently.
“I’m not going to this fucking camp!  Okay?  I don’t even believe in your stupid God, so why would I go somewhere that his fake ass is supposed to help me be straight?!  I’ve always thought your religion is bullshit, and I’m not gonna let you all do this to me!”
You know those moments where you knew that you crossed a line?  I could see I had blazed right past it.
“Excuse me?” Dad said.  “You’re not only a dyke, but an atheist?!”
Mom stood up, her face a mask of pure rage.  “Get out!  Get the hell out of our home!  I won’t have a sodomite and a heathen in this home!  Do you hear me?!  I won’t have it!  Get the hell out!”
I stood up.  “Oh, I’ll go.  Just let me grab my shit and you’ll never see me again.”
“It’s our things, young lady!” Dad yelled.  I guess he got past whatever love for family he had.  I remembered how it was the strength of their religious beliefs that brought mom and dad together.  Guess it was coming to bear on me now.
“That’s right, we bought them for you!  You don’t own shit!  Get the hell out of our home!  I never want to see you again!”  By this point Mom was downright hysterical.
Standing there, anger now directing me, it was a moment I would always remember.
“Fuck you!  Fuck you and fuck your fake deity.  Fuck this family and everyone in this shithole house!  I fucking hate you people.”
“Don’t you say another word!” Dad growled.  “Speak one more word about this family and I’ll give you a reason to believe in Jesus.  Maybe some wrath of God would teach you respect, you ungrateful brat.”
Both fingers blazing, I flipped them off.  They were yelling and screaming after me, but I wasn’t even listening.  My ears were ringing.  My head was pounding.  Flaming rage burned inside me.  So that’s how my wonderful family life ends?  So be it.
When I got out the door, I slammed it so hard that I could hear things fall and smash inside.  More screaming from Mom.  Sounded like she had lost her mind.  Tears were running down my face.  I had lost everything, and now I had no idea what to do.

“I can’t believe someone could be that way to their own daughter.  What kind of parent can treat their kid like that?!”  Now she was angry.
“The kind who have Jesus as the steerman on their ship.”  So much residual bitterness, bubbling up to the surface.
“What did you do afterwards?”
“Well, I went to Lulu’s.  Only place I could go.  His parents were super cool.  Told me I could stay there as long as I liked.  Felt so guilty about that.  Living on my best friend’s couch for months.  Eventually I couldn’t do that.  School was falling apart too, so I ditched that.  I dropped out, got my GED, went to work.  Got this tiny apartment from a gay couple who was super cool.  I met them through what small gay community there was in that town.  They made me a rad deal and were understanding of my situation.  Those two guys were the best.  Saw how bad the community treated them too.  Eventually I tried out college, but like I said before, that didn’t take.  Then I joined the Navy.  Made those guys proud when I told them.”
“Jesus Christ.  That’s so horrible.  I’m so sorry, Quinn.”  Another hug from her.  I hugged her back.  As before, it felt really good.
“Thanks, Emily.”
We sat there in silence for a long time.  It was kind of awkward, kind of soft.  A weird feeling, to be sure.
“Did you ever hear anything about your parents again?”
Now it was back into territory I didn’t want to talk about.  “I…kind of did.”
She gave me a look.  “What aren’t you telling me?”
More words I had heard before.

Walked into my home, taking off my boots.  It was late.  Jean had already gone to bed.  Wished I had gotten home sooner.  After all that happened, I needed her.
Went upstairs, stripping off my uniform.  Normally I don’t just throw it around, but today I didn’t care about wrinkles.  Not one damn bit.  Opened the bedroom door and saw her there, soft skin shining in the light.  The two of us always slept naked.  Even when it was cold in the winter, it was a habit.  Fine by me.  Both of us were cuddle-bunnies.  Her back was to me.   Shut the door softly, stripping off the rest of my layers.
Got in bed, putting my arms around her.  Soft skin, soft hair.  I needed this so much right now.
“Mmmm, you’re home.”
“Yeah…”
“How was your day?”
“I’d rather not talk about it.”
She wiggled and turned herself around.  “Why not?  What happened?”
“I really don’t want to get into it right now.”
“No secrets, remember?  We keep enough because of work, so we promised we wouldn’t from each other.  What are you not telling me?”
Tears were running down my face.  “I got a call today, from my sister.”
“One of the girls from Alpha Team?”
“No.  They wouldn’t have to call me.  From back home.  Sara.”
“Oh god.  Wait, how did she get your number?”
“Damned if I know.  But she called, said she wanted to talk to me.”
“About what?”
“Dad’s dying.”
Her grip around me tightened.  “Oh sweetie.  I’m so sorry.”
“She said he wanted me to come home, to see me.”
“What did you say to her?”
The old anger, years passed, bubbling away as if it had never ended.  “I told her to have Jesus talk to him, because he chose his fairytale over me, and that I hope he dies painfully and slowly.  That I hate him and I will never speak to him again.”
No words from her.  Just a gentle kiss, pulling me into her.  Now the tears really started to fall.  Pretty soon, I was that same teenager again, bawling into the arms of my fiance.  Harder and harder, with her just holding me.  I loved this woman so much.

“Not a thing, kiddo.  I’m not hiding anything.”  That was a part of the story that I was content to leave where it lay.  Too much other anger wrapped up inside it.
“Alright.”  She lay back and snuggled with me.  Watching the lights on the tree.  Something inside myself wanted there to be pain, but getting so much out, I knew that I would make this a new Christmas.  At least, I wanted to.  Maybe it would work.  I hope it would.

Until next time, a quote,

“Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.” – George R.R. Martin

Peace out,

Maverick

Let’s Answer 10 Questions Atheists CANNOT Answer

Another day, another religious person who has a video they’ve made asking ten questions that they claim no atheist can answer.  None.  We’re all stumped by these ten questions.  Alright, Christian.  You’ve got my attention.  Here’s a link to the video in question (pun intended), now let’s get started.

Do you believe science answers everything?

No, I don’t.  There are plenty of things that science doesn’t know.  The difference is that the science is willing to admit the things it doesn’t know.  It is the pursuit of knowledge.  And that knowledge has to be tested, because sometimes it is wrong.  When was the last time that your religious book was updated?

Why do atheists care if people worship God?

You know, if everyone was civil to one-another, and didn’t try and use their religious beliefs as justification for violence and hate, I wouldn’t.  No joke, I would think that you are misguided, but live and let live.  The problem is, I know too many people like my girly-mate who was kicked out of her home because she’s gay.  It’s a sin and God hates it.  That’s why she lost her home at the tender age of 15.  So many religious people claim that religion isn’t hurting anyone, but between the violence that Islam inspires, to the hate that conservative believers of the Bible do, you cannot argue that it doesn’t.

Can nothing create something?

How do you know there was nothing?  How do you know that the universe hasn’t always existed in one form or another?  How do you know that our universe wasn’t birthed into existence because of another universe?  Not to mention, since this is the cosmological argument, and the argument is that you needed a God to create the universe, what created your god?  Why does that have to come from nothing?  Man, these questions aren’t stumping me the way the title of this video suggests.

How do you know God doesn’t exist?

I’m not a nostic atheist.  I don’t know for certain.  The existence of a God with unknown properties is an unfalsifiable hypothesis.  You can’t prove he does exist, just like I can’t prove he doesn’t.  However, atheism isn’t a claim on that.  It’s a claim that, given what I’ve learned and the lack of evidence of this Christian God out there, I do not believe that he does exist.  Christians love to argue that atheists just think – God not real!  But in reality, there are some who do, and some who don’t.  However, your evidence for the existence of God does not hold up to scrutiny.  Especially your god.  Like I said, a God whose properties are up the air, I cannot disprove.  But your God, who is wrathful, prejudiced, ignorant of the world as if he was created by desert primitives, that part I can disprove.

What is the origin of life?

I don’t know.  It’s one of the big questions that science is trying to answer.  There is the prevailing theory of abiogenesis, but it hasn’t been proven.  Science is the perspective of cosmic humility.  It doesn’t say “I have a book of desert fairytales!  Therefore I know everything!”  It says “that’s an intriguing question.  Let’s find an answer.”  The thing that a lot of religious people take for granted is that one day, science will be able to create life in a laboratory setting.  It will be basic life, sure, but we will be able to create it based on the tools that exist in the real world.  No spiritual powers required.  On that day, religion is going to be pushed up against a wall because one of the last bastions it has will be gone.

Where does morality come from?

From those in power.  People in power give moral systems to those under them.  This idea that religious people have of “objective morality” doesn’t exist.  The closest we will come to seeing that is with empathy.  But some people have more empathy than others, so it’s not a perfect system.  But every culture throughout history has had a different sense of morality.  Hell, your own book has differing sets of morality from the Old Testament to the New.  So yeah, it’s not holy.  It’s human.

If you were given evidence of God, would you become a Christian?

Assuming it stands up to scientific scrutiny, I’d believe that God exists.  Though, given how many horrible things this all-powerful being sits back and does NOTHING about, I don’t think I’d want to follow him.  As Stephen Fry put it, I’d have some words for the guy if we met.  Heaven be damned.

Why are there no transitional forms in the present?

Human perspective has this really dumb thing where it doesn’t understand how long it takes for speciation to occur.  We live short lives.  On the grand scale of the growth of life in the universe, our time has been unfathomably short.  Shorten down the growth of life on Earth to a day, and humanity as we know it today wouldn’t have existed until literally one second ago.  It takes hundreds of generations for complete speciation to occur.  Though, we can see smaller versions of it.  Like when a species that can breed together is suddenly separated by a seismic event or something of that nature.  Then they evolve in different paths, and when they find each other again, they can’t breed.  That is one example

Do you live according to what you believe, or your lack of belief?

I live based on my own sense of integrity that has been informed by years of being alive.  It has been informed by my sense of empathy, and my experiences of over 30 years of being alive on this world.  It isn’t a belief that guides my life.  It’s values I have culminated over my entire life.  And yeah, part of that is not believing in God, but that is just a small pieces of a much larger tapestry that is myself.  Ya dig?

If God exists, will you not lose your soul when you die?

What?  I don’t even get the written question.  However, I think the question he speaks out loud is more toward what he is talking about.  He basically puts out Pascal’s Wager.  The idea that if I die and don’t believe in God, I risk more than the Christian.  Well, let me put it to you – what if you religion is wrong?  What if you end up in the same Hell as me?  What if the real God sees your faith in this fake God and sends you to Hell, but rewards me for not believing in it and welcomes me to Heaven?  There are an infinite number of permutations of this thought process where either we both lose, or you lose and I win.

But to put it another way – I would rather not sacrifice my intellect to a belief that makes no fucking sense because I am afraid of a mythical place that doesn’t even make scientific sense.  After all, only our bodies can feel pain.  That’s where the nerve endings are.  Do souls have the ability to feel pain?  Since a soul has NEVER been demonstrated to exist, how do you prove that they can feel pain?  This whole wager makes no sense on any level, and thus I have never bought into it.

And that’s all the questions that an atheist CANNOT answer.  I answered all of them pretty handily.  Yay!  This guy is another stupid creationist.  Wow…

Until next time, a quote,

“I’d say, ‘bone cancer in children?  What’s that about?  How dare you!  How dare you create a world in which there is such misery that is not our fault.  It’s not right.  It’s utterly, utterly evil.  Why should I respect a capricious, mean-minded, stupid God, who creates a world that is so filled with injustice and?’ That’s what I’d say” – Stephen Fry

Peace out,

Maverick

You and Your ENTIRE Church Are Gutless Worms (A response to Archbishop Paul Etienne)

For those who are unaware, a case has gone before the Grand Jury in Pennsylvania, part of the result of a two-year investigation into six diocese where abuse has taken place.  The report reads like something out of a psychological horror novel.  Here’s a link to an article about it.  Check that shit out.  It will blow your mind.  But in my home state, there is an Archbishop who decided to issue his own statement, and I take some SERIOUS umbrage with it.  Here’s a link to that garbage, now let’s talk about it.

Wish he hadn’t just put the letter as a document on there in this post, because then I could take snippets of it directly.  I’m too lazy to write it out, so if you think I am ever taking this out of context, I encourage you to consult the letter to make sure I’m not.

I couldn’t help but notice something was missing from your letter, Archbishop – a call for the Church to turn over the pedophiles in their ranks to the law.  That’s curious, since we have YEARS of proof of the church covering pedophilia.  There are records sealed in the Vatican laying out the names, places, and how much money was paid to cover up the pedophilia of those in the ranks.  I would give my last 30 years for SOMEBODY to break in to Vatican archives and leak that information.  Imagine all the good it would do to have the names of those responsible out there, so the public could be safe!  Because it is so fucking obvious that not one of you gutless worms is going to do the heavy lifting to try and protect the children.  No, that might be something Christ would do.

You tell people who suspect abuse to go to the cops and for those in the church to believe allegations of abuse.  Okay, but here’s the problem – the victims are children.  And in the link above, you’ll hear stories about adults who were abused as children and had Priests or members of the clergy threatening them with Hell if they didn’t keep their mouths shut.  The bullshit concept that you all foist upon children based on a God that doesn’t exist anyway aside, you have abusers using that as a weapon for silence.  So forgive me if I don’t take that advice as something other than you just virtue-signaling.  That’s what all of this bullshit reads like.

In the post, you say you’re embarrassed that members of the clergy are more concerned about the reputation of the Church than of “rather than for the care and healing of those who were harmed.”  No!  Instead of that non-statement, how about you actually do a REAL call to action!  Like telling your fellow clergymen that if they suspect abuse, to IMMEDIATELY go to the police.  Instead of having the church deliberate on what to do, have them give that child-touching/child-fucking piece of shit over to the law?  This entire letter reads like you just trying to virtue signal that you are doing the right thing.

We are LONG past time when the government needs to get involved in this.  The Vatican is nothing more than a corrupt aristocracy.  They lie for each other.  They protect each other secrets, instead of doing the right thing and trying to actually help children who are being abused.  Hell, this gutless worm cares more about who is attending the Latin Mass than the raping of children!

He says that the church is doing background checks now.  Well how would these fuckers have a pedophilia background if they are being protected by your fucking Church?!  Not yours, specifically (though I am ALWAYS suspect of anyone in Catholic clergy not being suspicious or having known someone who is a pedophile), but the Church at large.  This whole things makes me so fucking pissed.  I have to read this little worm’s none-response to a Grand Jury report that is nightmare stuff.  I have a friend that, thankfully, I have convinced to keep her children away from there.  Which makes her sad, since her kid is coming to the point of having their first Communion.

Yes, let’s pray.  Let’s have a day where we all fucking pray.  You know, an activity that serves no purpose, accomplishes nothing, and doesn’t address the ACTUAL problems.  How about NO?!  How about you start reporting the pedophiles to the police?!  Maybe you can tell the public who the pedophiles are, so that parents can actually keep their children safe.  Protecting kids from pedophiles.  You know, something Christ might do!  There’s a fucking thought.

I know why this gutless coward won’t name names or come out strongly against it.  Why Pope Jorge won’t do it either.  Speaking of gutless worms, his response was even worse!  Yes, say that the Church is not looking after the children, all the while being the keeper of the records that could actually do real good!  Oh, but you know you can’t leak that information.  Lay bare the Church’s corruption for all to see.  Then it might hit the people going there that they are giving their time and money into a corrupt aristocracy, where nobody will take a hardline approach for fear of having their future in the church destroyed.

That’s what it is!  It’s the reason that Archbishop Etienne isn’t taking a hard stance on anything.  It’s why none of them are.  Everybody is too concerned about their own future, and don’t want to rock the boat.  To the Archbishop who wrote this insulting letter – fuck you.  Fuck you, and fuck the corrupt aristocracy that you represent!  You’re a gutless coward, and you care more about Latin Mass politics than you do about your fellow clergymen raping children.  I find you to be the most disgusting of the hypocrites I have made responses to on this site.  At least some of them have some grit.  You are a doormat to an aristocracy that, if America wasn’t so busy sucking the cock of religion, maybe the government could take action against.

Imagine if, tomorrow, the government in this country threatened the church with losing their tax-exempt status if they don’t start playing a more active role in bringing this pedophilia to light.  What a wonderful world it would be.

Until next time, a quote,

“If only half you mother-fuckers in the state’s attorney’s office didn’t want to be judges, didn’t want to be partners in some downtown law firm.  If only half of you had the fucking balls to follow through, you know what would happen?  A guy like that would be indicted, tried, and convicted!  And the rest of them would back up enough so we could push a clean case or two through your courthouse.  But no, everybody stays friends.  Everybody gets paid.  And everybody’s got a fucking future!” – Det. Jimmy McNulty, The Wire

Peace out,

Maverick

Why Christians Are So Afraid of the Truth

I have been watching the episode of Star Trek: Voyager “Distant Origin.”  It’s pretty good stuff.  Sure, the metaphor of the episode to modern religion is a little on the nose, but it is still solid stuff.  And the concept is unique enough.  But as I watched it, I got to the scene where Chakotay is having to stand up for the truth alongside the alien who took him captive.  He talks about how the aliens are having their beliefs challenged, all of their doctrines challenged, and how the truth frightens them.  It got me to thinking about religion here on this world.  Since this is the only world we’re on right now, because humanity is fucking retarded.  We should have wrangled an asteroid by now, but no.  Our species is nothing but wasted potential.  But I digress.

Throughout history, Christianity has been terrified of the growth of human knowledge.  For the longest time, we had Christians claiming that the Geocentric model of the universe is absolute truth, and to say otherwise is heresy and must be met with death.  They claimed that those who spoke otherwise were spitting in the face of doctrine and the belief in the divinity of Christ.  The reality is that it was people spitting in the face of the doctrine that controlled the world and that if people started to believe things were different than the church told them, that their power would be gone.

Maybe they were at least right about that much.  The church did everything in its power to combat the growth of knowledge and the proliferation of truth among people.  Countless enlightened people were put to death.  Giordano Bruno was a man who loved God so much that he believed the universe was infinite because of an infinite God.  The church didn’t care.  All they wanted was power.  All they wanted was for the public to not question what they told them.  Faith has been afraid of knowledge for a very long time.

When Darwin first posed the basis for the Theory of Evolution, he didn’t know what we know now.  I cannot tell you how many creationists say things like “if Darwin could see what we know now, he’d say it was time to go back to the drawing board.”  Well yeah, Megan Fox, and he’d be wrong.  See, so many of these people think that science is beholden only to what Darwin posed.  That’s not the truth at all.  In reality, science is ever-evolving.  Our understanding of modern biology has led to changes in how science sees evolution that Darwin did not.  Here’s a link, check it out for yourself.  Creationists tend to believe that science only sees reality as a spectrum of what Darwin thought.  In truth, we see it as a constantly evolving, changing force.

Religion is a stagnant thing.  It has to be.  The books that it’s based off of are thousands of years old.  It was written by primitive people who have no understanding of science.  Like how they believed that you can make spotted or striped goats by having them mate in front of spotted or striped trees (Genesis 30:39).  Or how God kept rain from falling by putting it in the “firmament” in the sky (Genesis 1:7).  Or how bats and birds are the same thing in God’s eyes (Leviticus 11:13).  The startling reality is that the Bible is scientifically illiterate.  No surprise.  The people who wrote it are primitive tribesman who wrote it on papyrus.  The original language of the Bible is a dead language – ancient Hebrew.  Modern Hebrew is nothing like it.

Faith cannot evolve with time.  What ends up happening is that those who practice it have to make the times match up with their understanding of reality.  But that’s not the point of this.  The point is that people are so afraid of the reality that the Bible is wrong, because if it’s wrong, then their understanding of the universe is wrong.  And then they have to question things.  Like “why did my (insert name of relative here) get cancer.”  Or “why did my father rape me?”  Or any other of a laundry list of hard questions that there is no easy answer to.  That scares people.  Because then, reality as you understand it doesn’t make sense anymore.

Humanity, as I’ve observed, likes easy, simple to digest answers.  It’s better to believe comforting lies than hard truths.  It’s human nature.  We’re still animals, despite what human arrogance would have you think.  Because we all heard that line in A Matter of Faith where the creationist kid asks the dude “is your mother a monkey?” and the pro-evolution guy gets all angry and has no answer.  I have an answer to that – we all are.  We are a species of primate.  The most evolved, to date.  We’re still animals.  Sentience has given us a sense of entitlement to believe that we are totally separate from nature.  That just isn’t true.

So why is Christianity so afraid of the truth?  Because the truth sucks, while the lie is comforting.  In the lie, you have an all-powerful father-figure who loves you and looks after you.  He thinks that you’re just tops, and your life has greater meaning other than eating, sleeping, fucking, reproducing, and then dying.  You don’t have to find meaning on your own.  That’s hard.  It’s better to have easy answers that you don’t have to think too hard about.  It’s why my family buys into it.  It’s why so many so viciously defend it.  It’s why you can go through old religion posts on this site and see some very ugly comments, all because it’s easier to believe in that than accept the truth.

Until next time, a quote,

“Better to be slapped with the truth than kissed with a lie.” – Russian Proverb

Peace out,

Maverick

Trump Defender Says Video Games are Bad (A response to Matthew Walther)

I’ve been looking for a good representation of the Trump defenders coming out in support of their God-King saying something so asinine and not even remotely backed up by science as violent video games have a connection to mass shootings.  I really have.  But thankfully I have Twitter, and between the pornstars I follow on there and the YouTubers that I like, there are also the people in video game culture who find all of this shit as amusing as I do.  Plenty of them are conservative, and watching them be quiet about their God-King saying something so stupid is interesting on its own.

However, I have now found someone who fits the bill of the /r/TheDonald sychophants who want to come out in defense of their God-King and say that all of us detractors are wrong.  I love this shit.  I really do.  Here’s a link to this article, now let’s talk about it.

I remember it like it was yesterday. I had just robbed a drug dealer and was peeling out in my getaway car — also stolen — and thinking about my next score when I saw her: a woman in high heels and a very small bathing suit. She motioned towards me and I let her get in the car. We performed a blurry parody of marital intercourse. After she got out of the vehicle, I ran her over. Then Judas Priest came on the radio. I cranked the volume and roasted the tires of my sports car beneath the orange moon.

The moral being that because this happened in vidya, it is no less evil than if it happened in real life.

Because I was 13 years old and the above scene was unfolding on my friend’s PlayStation, I am not writing this column from a maximum security prison.

Called it!  Yeah, Matt.  And the other day I took a teenage girl from an operating room after killing a doctor with a bullet to the face.  Then, when a woman who was her caretaker at one point tried to stop me from taking her away, I put a bullet in her stomach and then, as she begged for her life, one in her face.  But there is a context to that.  The character I was playing as had this one person who was his connection to the human condition, and he was selling humanity up the river to keep that connection.  Wanna know something about both your example and mine?  I know that they are both fiction, because I’m a fucking adult.  I don’t believe in fairy-tales, or unicorns, or Jeebus, or that video games are real.

When President Trump dared to suggest last week that “the level of violence on video games is really shaping young people’s thoughts,” he was denounced with the uniform hectoring intensity that meets his every utterance. Hundreds of pages of digital ink was spilled pointing out that, actually, there is no proven connection between digital mayhem and the massacres that have become a commonplace part of American life.

Gee, I wonder why that is?  Could it be that there is not a SINGLE piece of substantive evidence linking video games to school shootings?  Or violence of any kind?  I don’t know, I think there might be something to it when the pantheon of people can come out of the woodwork and easily defend our position, while I’m sure you are going to have STELLAR examples that bolster you belief.  I’m sure it is all going to be very well-researched stuff.

What does it mean to say that there is no connection? Virtually every single one of the pasty psychos who have shot their classmates and teachers in the last two decades has played such games. What would count as evidence?

No.  Video games are ubiquitous to modern culture.  Especially modern male culture.  The hardcore audience of gaming is men.  By that same token, maybe we could say that Marvel films are influencing school shootings.  After all, I bet these shooters have watched a ton of them, and comic book films have been a huge part of culture for the last 20 years.  Or maybe it was the iPhone.  How many of these shooters had one of those?  You can take any piece of typical culture and put it in there and make the EXACT SAME argument.

Meanwhile, the hard science (a phrase that conservatives fear more than any other) has shown that there is NO connection between playing video games and being violent.  None.  Find me a study that proves me wrong.  You can’t!  And before you go saying that the studies are biased, Congress has commissioned a lot of these studies trying to prove just what you are!  A Congress who is biased against the industry has commissioned study after study to desperately try and prove that video games cause violence.  It hasn’t worked.  There is a great quote by Max Caulfield that I am going to end this with that summarizes this perfectly.

I cannot understand why even positing the notion of a relationship between games and the behavior of those who play them is taboo. Does anyone think that misogyny in films and television and music does not shape men’s attitudes toward women, that it has no consequences in the real world? A thousand #MeToo takes suggest otherwise. Why, then, are video games the exception?

What?!  You have GOT to be kidding me.  Dumb-dumb, the reason that there is this taboo (it isn’t.  You can say whatever you like, but everyone is going to tear you to pieces for being stupid) is because there is not a single piece of scientific evidence that suggests that.  Just like there is not a single piece of scientific evidence linking film, television, and music to sexism.  This is patently absurd.  By the way, whose side are you on, anyway?  You’re defending Trump’s comments and bashing the left, then using their talking points?  The cognitive dissonance is interesting.

Either way, there has been no connection between video games and violence, or sexism.  None that has been proven.  Just lots of conjecture based on weak, cherry-picked evidence without a single study to back it up.  In fact, there was a long-term study finally done by Germany that disproved the notion of video games.  So yeah, your entire argument is fallacious bullshit.

Why is it the default position of every commentator that spending hundreds, even thousands of hours acting out scenes like the one I described above has no ramifications for the way young people — the majority of them male — feel and behave? How do people who accept the existence of concepts like microaggressions and rhetorical dog-whistling convince themselves that indulging an appetite for murderous rage could have no discernible effects on the imaginations of impressionable young people?

I don’t accept either of those things, because neither of them have been proven by science!  Science, mother-fucker!  Do you speak it?!  Oh right, you don’t.  Just like every conservative who wants a pulpit to stand on, you just spout off rhetoric and then say you’re right.  If this was a research paper it would get a D.

Let me put it another way. If someone created a video game in which it was possible to grope or even rape women, as opposed to just cutting off their heads with a chainsaw or shooting them in the face with machine guns, would we still consider it a harmless diversion unlikely to disfigure the imaginations of players? What about a game where the user was allowed to molest children? Why is pretending to be a killer okay?

The other cornerstone of conservative argumentation – emotional appeal.  Do I think the games you bring up would be tasteless and grotesque?  Absolutely.  Granted, I’m not a fan of playing a game where I can indiscriminately kill civilians with a chainsaw or machine gun.  Now a game where I kill demons with those things like the masterpiece that is 2016’s DOOM, that I can do all day.  But do I think that those games would turn people into rapists?  No.  Much like I don’t think that watching porn makes you think that women are sex toys.  A fact that has actual SCIENCE behind it.  This is so fucking stupid.  How many different ways can I say the same thing?

One does not have to be able to demonstrate a formal causal link — whatever that would look like — between the hideous violence of many video games and real-life acts of mass murder to recognize that the former are contributing to something sinister.

Yes you fucking do!  You do have to demonstrate it.  Because you want to legislate against what people can watch and play.  You want to tell people that they have to pay your morality fee in order to play something that has no proven link to violence.  Just like how Rhode Island wants people to pay their morality fee to watch porn.  I’m sorry that demands for evidence are hard for you.  Lemme guess, you’re a Christian too.

One of the ludicrous dogmas of the modern world is the notion that the media we consume cannot influence us for the worse.

It’s not a dogma.  Dogma is faith.  Faith is belief without evidence.  There is actual evidence of my contention, while zero evidence for yours.  I’m sorry, but I don’t take things on faith.  It’s why I stopped believing in this God that so many conservatives claim to be such a huge fan of, and it’s why I also don’t believe in the SJW convictions like the ones you apparently are also in favor of.  For real, where do you fall on the spectrum, dude?

Virtually everyone agrees that it is possible to be deeply moved by watching a film or hearing a song. We are all familiar with lachrymose paeans to the virtues of reading, which is supposed to be able to make us more open-minded and empathetic and every other vaguely positive-sounding adjective you care to suggest. Why do we pretend that the reverse is not true in a medium that is designed to be immersive and interactive, to give the vivid impression of really being there?

Because I’m not five, idiot.  I know that it’s make-believe.  Can I hear Rachmaninoff’s Piano Concerto #2 and feel a lot of powerful emotions?  Absolutely.  It’s amazing music.  But I have those feelings based on the things that I feel in my own life.  Being touched by something doesn’t mean that I am going to suddenly start my own orchestra and make it myself.  Being touched by a fantastic book doesn’t mean I’m going to think that it’s real life.  You feel that way about the Bible?  Watching a heart-breaking film doesn’t make me think that way.  And when I play The Last of Us, I don’t feel the urge to suddenly go bust into an operating room and kill a doctor.

I’m sorry that nobody ever told you that there is a difference between real life and pretend.  I think my species is retarded as fuck, and even I give them more credit than you.  Go figure.

Until next time, a quote,

“A pattern is emerging.” – Max Caulfield, Life is Strange

Peace out,

Maverick

The Effect “The Shadow Over Innsmouth” Had on Me

When I was a kid, some of my favorite books to read were the Scary Stories series.  The cover designs were captivating.  Some truly amazing artwork.  The fact that the company who produces those books redid the covers because some soccer moms said it’s too scary for their pussy kids pisses me off.  But here’s the thing about those books – despite their scary imagery, one of the things about each of the stories was that it usually wasn’t that scary.  It was just something that wasn’t understood.  And very few of the stories had endings truly as dark as the visuals you had in your mind.  They had happy endings but with the surreal nature being something for the reader to contemplate.  Or to show that sometimes what you fear is just what you don’t understand.

For little kids, that’s actually a really good lesson.  Kids need to know that not everything they’re afraid of is bad.  Sometimes it’s just something they don’t know.  The sense of fear compels kids to know what happens.  They’re short stories where the author has to build suspense quickly, and the best way to do it is with fear of the unknown.

When I got a little older, I got into Stephen King.  But as interesting as some of his books were, I didn’t get into many of them.  It always built to a point when the source of the fear is explained, and that bored me.  That and that guy has a real problem knowing when to end a book.  Too often he just sucks the premise dry to the point that you don’t even care anymore and just want it to be done.  King has admitted several times that he has written himself into a corner more than once.

Then I happened across a little book by an author I had heard of, but never really read – H.P Lovecraft.  The book was called “The Shadow Over Innsmouth.”  It told the story of a narrator who ends up in a small European fishing town, and learns about the secret cult that governs this community.  As he delves further and further into it, he learns a horrifying truth – that the beings that this cult worships are real.  The Deep Ones (or Old Ones, depending) are massive, unknowable, supreme being, ancient in a way that we cannot understand.  The people of this community are trying to cross-breed with them in order to rise to a higher plane of being.  The deeper the narrator gets into this nightmare, the more he is driven to madness because the truth nature of these beings is beyond his comprehension.  It’s beyond anyone’s.  You as a reader are having to realize that you are stuck with this guy, and you can’t tell if his narration is on the level the further it goes.

All of my life, I had questioned religion.  I mean, a story about a wizard in the sky who creates a guy from dirt and then makes a woman from his rib, who gets all pissed because said woman was convinced by a talking snake to eat fruit from a magic tree?  Who wouldn’t be a little bit skeptical of that?  Over 1 billion people in this world, apparently.  Will never get that.  But this book helped solidify what I found the entire concept of a supreme being fucking terrifying.

The Deep Ones are ancient, all-powerful, unknowable, and probably evil, if their motives made sense to us.  But they don’t.  Those who get too close are driven to madness.  Another thing about this is that they see us as less than insignificant.  We mean nothing to them.  That’s because we are nothing to them.  We are ants on this planet, whose petty efforts mean nothing.  As we live and die, they go on.  Generation after generation will perish, but they will remain.  The existence of humanity is just something that happens, and being this ancient, who have seen all the life of this world come and go, is just a small diversion that has no meaning at all.

And in my eyes, that’s what a true God would be.  Why would it care about us?  What would we mean to it?  The Abrahamic faiths wants to believe that this being created us and cares for us.  That makes no sense.  For starters, let’s just get rid of one of the arguments right off the bat.  This universe was not made for us.  We have scientific proof that this universe is billions of years old.  Humanity is just a species that came about after a planet that has existed for billions of years.  All the young-Earth creationists are blithering idiots who have not a single piece of scientific evidence to bolster their claims.  Everything we know about the universe tells us that it is billions of years old.

So why would a supreme being, who has seen countless species that we can’t imagine rise and fall on this lonely speck of dust in this one galaxy, give any amount of a shit about us?  It wouldn’t.  Objectively, there is NO reason why it would.  It’s ridiculous.  If you existed outside of time and space, seeing countless creatures and even countless sentient civilizations come and go, why would you care about this one?  Here’s a fact – it is a mathematic impossibility that this planet is the only one with life.

When I see people who say that they have a hotline to God and that they understand his will, I see two types of people.  The first are shysters like Ray Comfort and Joel Osteen.  They are just as much of an atheist as I am, only concerned about the money.  The second are the lunatics who are using religion to bolster their madness.  Only difference is that their supreme being is nowhere to be seen.  Can you only imagine what kind of madness this world would devolve into if a cult like the one in “Shadow Over Innsmouth” was real and was known to the rest of the world?  It horrifies me.

That books shaped a lot of my beliefs about the world.  Lovecraft had a firm belief that what you couldn’t see or understand was where fear comes from.  When I hear people say they fear God, it strikes me that they choose to believe because they are afraid of displeasing this entity that can destroy them.

As for me, I choose to believe there is nothing.  Because if one day the clouds are ever pulled back and this deity actually reveals itself, that’s when the real nightmare begins.  Just read how that books ends.

Until next time, a quote,

“The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is of the unknown.” – H.P. Lovecraft

Peace out,

Maverick

Planned Parenthood Protest and Freedom of Speech

To anyone who doesn’t know, I am very pro-choice.  I have this position for a number of reasons.  For starters, since there are seven billion people on this planet and overpopulation is the biggest threat to our planet’s future, it just seems ridiculous to me to force a woman to go through with a pregnancy that she doesn’t want.  Second, whose right is it for the government to tell a woman what to do with her body?  I find it amazing that all these “small government” conservatives want to be able to legislate what women will do with their bodies.  Third, making abortion illegal will do nothing to stop them from happening.  This point has been brought up a thousand times, and it is still on point.  It just makes it so that abortions happen in back alleys by doctors who can’t be trusted, rather than in a clean, sterile environment where women can get care from licensed physicians who have years of practice under their belt.  There is no rational reason for me to be pro-life.

Anyone who has been following this blog for a long time knows that I am very much in support of Planned Parenthood as well.  I’ve told this story before (anecdotal evidence!) about a former friend of mine who hates my guts.  When she was a teenager, the guy she was with used her as a living sex toy and she ended up getting knocked up because this guy also wasn’t the best about protection.  What a shock.  Alone, unable to talk to anyone, she made what she has described as the hardest decision of her entire life and went to Planned Parenthood to have an abortion.  It was something she dealt with alone, and it helped shape all of her relationships since that point.

So when I see a rather sizeable crowd gathered outside of Planned Parenthood tonight with signs all about how abortion is evil and how Planned Parenthood is basically an abortion factory, you can imagine how annoyed I was.  Not only is the idea that all they do being abortions been proven beyond any reasonable doubt to be complete bullshit, but it only accounts for 3% of all the services they provide.  The rest is helping girls like a former girl I ran with whose periods were so painful that they caused her to be in agony for hours get birth control that she doesn’t take for sexual assistance purposes (though that is a fringe benefit) but to help her manage something that is excruciating.  Or there are women who don’t have the money for breast scans or other things to help detect cancer early.  Then there are just the people who use them to help get easy medical care that they don’t have to pay an arm and a leg for.

These people are motivated by ignorance.  They use pathos to get their point.  It’s easy to have some grotesque photo of a deceased embryo and believe that that is all abortion is.  Some murder factory for the fetus where all the youth are taken to be slaughtered.  It’s disgusting, to say the least.  Not to mention disingenuous.  That is not what abortion is.  Never even close.  Most abortions happen in the first few weeks of a pregnancy, when the fetus is nothing but a cluster of cells.  This image of abortion doctors being Nazi scientists harvesting baby organs is both laughable and insulting.  However, for those who are easily swayed by pathos and whose critical faculties lack in almost every discernible way, that’s all they need to hear to conclude that their path is right.  It helps that they are almost-exclusively guided by a religious belief that says that all life is sacred.  You know, except when God is commanding his armies to kill children and rip open the bellies of pregnant women.  Then murder is A-okay.  But let’s not get into the hypocrisy of Christianity.  That conversation would never end.

However, this is where something that I strongly believe in comes into play.  See, mama didn’t raise no hypocrite.  I find it funny that free speech has gone from being a liberal issue like back during the Red Scare when people were fighting against McCarthy and his witch-hunts, who argued that free speech and a free press was the cornerstone of a functioning democracy and should be cherished.  Because free speech isn’t designed to protect the majority opinion.  That doesn’t need protecting.  It is designed to protect the minority opinion.  And here’s where I am going to annoy some of my more liberal-minded contemporaries – the opinion that God hates abortion and it is evil and should be outlawed is a minority opinion in the US.  Overall, society in this country is cool with abortion and thinks that it should be legal for those who want to partake.  They believe that women should have dominion over their own bodies.  That’s good.  No joke, I’m glad that that’s the case.  So the demonstration I saw tonight is a minority opinion (dumb as it is) that is being exercised by people who have it.

So when someone came to me on the phone tonight and said, “dude, I wish I could blow those fuckers up,” I decided to stand tall to that person and say that that is a really stupid way to view things.  The reality is that I vehemently disagree with everything those idiots with the signs were saying.  However, I would fight another person who wanted to take away that right to the death for their right to speak their ridiculous bullshit.  I refuse to be a hypocrite.  I refuse to join a group of people who want to suppress another group’s opinion, even if I believe that they are completely wrong and it says a lot about their character for having that opinion.

I stopped believing in God because I stopped seeing things as us vs. them.  I got rid of this dogmatic part of me that wants to follow an ideology blindly.  Now I see my brethren on the left seeing it as totally cool to demonize people on the right and shut down their speech.  After all, their speech might hurt people’s feelings!  Or spread “dangerous ideas!”  We can’t have that!  If something offends something that the Supreme Leader says, then that thing must be stopped!  We must take to the streets!  Burn their books!  Shut down their speech because we don’t approve!  If they don’t conform to our way of thinking, put them in camps!  Some gross hyperbole mixed in with things that these people think.  But here’s something that really gets to me when thinking about it –

For some of these, can you honestly tell which is which?

Until next time, a quote,

“We think we’ve come so far.  Heretics, the burning of witches, all ancient history.  Then, before you can blink an eye, suddenly it threatens to start all over again.” – Capt. Jean Luc Picard, Star Trek: The Next Generation

Peace out,

Maverick

The Most Insulting Thing Ever Said to a Waitress

I have made no secret of the fact that I consider myself an anti-feminist.  At least where the First World is concerned.  Here in the West, the pet issues of feminism are a bad joke.  The punch line is that while they are bitching about sexy women in video games there are women in the Middle East being sold as sex slaves to ISIS.  Oh, right, Islam is totally fine and nothing bad has ever come from them.  Because that’s totally not spitting the face of victims of Islamist violence, right?

However, all of my issues with them aside, there are times when I am able to find common ground with these people.  Like when I come across something I came across today, which is the most insulting thing that I have ever seen directed at a woman.  Let me show you, and then we can talk about it.

insultingWhere do I even begin with how utterly abhorrent this document is?  This was left at the table of a woman in lieu of a tip, and my blood boils like you wouldn’t believe.  Let’s take this apart piece by piece.

First, where does this cunt get off saying that this woman’s role is in the home?  What century do we live in?  They then go on to say that her working is the reason that her husband is sleeping with somebody else.  Did you ever stop to consider that she isn’t married?  Let’s assume that there was some obvious sign that she is, like a wedding ring.  So her being at work and helping to contribute to the home means that the husband is off fucking some other woman?  What kind of disgusting bullshit is this?  Because all women who work have husbands who cheat.  That’s right.  Groj knows, I was cheating on every girl that I have dated because all of them worked.  That’s totally like me.

Second, does this asshole have any idea just how expensive it is to live anymore?  The cost of living has sky-rocketed, while wages have stagnated.  Not to mention, she’s a waitress.  They are often paid well-below minimum wage and have to subsist on tips.  I have a lot of problems with that, but let’s set that aside and look at this another way.  Let’s say that she has a family.  Let’s say that she has a kid or two.  Going with the assumption that she’s married, and has children, then she has a huge financial obligation that she may not be able to afford alone.  So this cock-sucking shit-heel is going to come here and then make it seem like she is committing some kind of affront to “manhood” and the “American family”?  Fuck that noise!  Manhood is just fine with a chick working.  Every girl I have been in a relationship with or just run with has had a job and I didn’t feel that my manhood was even slightly attacked.

Third, let’s say that she isn’t married.  What if she’s a single mom?  What if she is all alone taking care of a kid on wages from this job?  What nice thought you just presented telling her that she is doing something wrong by doing everything she can to make sure her family has a home and food on their table.

We then have the biggest asshole in the history of the world telling this woman that instead of going to her “job” (they put that in quotations, not me) and trying to help provide for her family, she should be at home cleaning and making her husband a hot meal.  Fuck that noise!  Thinking back to my last relationship, the kitchen was the last place I wanted my ex.  Loved the girl, but she couldn’t cook for shit.  We both understood that that was where I was at my best.  Jokes aside, I refuse to believe that the hypothetical husband of this woman is going to  be mad that she is helping to secure the family’s finances.  If he is, that says a lot about him.  And how fucking dare you say that this woman is wasting her time busting her ass for asshole like you who call her tips “hand-outs” and make it sound like it is an inconvenience to you that she gets them.  Fuck you!  I want to find this person and beat some sense into their skull, with a hammer.

They close out the letter saying that she should do all of this because it is what “god intended.”  If your god is a sexist asshole who wants women to be in the home making hot meals for their man, then he’s a sexist pig too and fuck his almighty non-existent ass for demanding this.  But, to the person’s credit, there is plenty of biblical evidence pointing to that.  The Bible does say that a woman is not to have power over a man and that a woman’s role is to serve her husband.  I gotta give credit where it’s due.  The god of the Bible is a sexist prick, and the New Testament didn’t make that go away.  I honestly have more issue with the liberals who try to pretend shit like this doesn’t exist than conservatives who are faithful to it.  Jesus said that he didn’t come to abolish the Old Testament laws, but that he came to fulfill them.

In closing, fuck this person.  They are an amoral, reprehensible, unrepentant hyena and if they get hit by a bus tomorrow, I feel no sympathy for them.  What a complete piece of shit.

Until next time, a quote,

“Cruelty, like every other vice, requires no motive outside of itself; it only requires opportunity.” – George Eliot

Peace out,

Maverick

Let’s Respond to Christians (of BuzzFeed) Defending Themselves

I’ve done a lot of responses to BuzzFeed Yellow videos.  The bulk of which are questions that one ethnic group has for stereotypical white people.  Because I guess stereotypes are fine, so long as it’s against a class of people that they don’t like.  Funny how that works.  I even did a response to an older BuzzFeed video where they tried to tackle Islam and their stereotypes against us whiteys.  Well, now it seems that Christians want to take their crack at it.  So let’s tackle this.  Here’s a link to their video, now let’s get down to it.  I get the feeling that they are going to  be fighting against Strawman Atheist in this video.

I’m Christian, but I’m not homophobic

Good for you.  Your holy book is.

I’m Christian and I’m definitely not perfect.

Don’t Christians believe that they are born with sin that the have to eternally pray for?

I’m Christian, but I’m not close-minded.

Your holy book is.  Just look at their opinions about shellfish and rape.

But I’m not unaccepting

Okay

But I’m not uneducated.

You believe that the world was created by a divine being who reigns over us all.  Either you are deliberately ignorant or you are closing off part of your faculties in order to preserve that belief structure.  Which is it?

But I’m not judgmental.

Everyone is judgmental.  Everyone.  That is the ultimate lie.

But I’m not conservative.

So, the parts of the Bible that say that women are to keep silent and gay men are to be stoned to death?  Do you just close your eyes and pretend that those don’t exist?  I honestly am more annoyed by liberal Christians than conservatives.  At least the conservatives are honest about their premise.

But I’m not ignorant.

You believe that a magical man in the sky created the universe.  Yes you are.

But I don’t place myself on a pedestal.

You’re in a BuzzFeed video.  Yes you do.

I’m a Christian, but I don’t have all the answers.

Glad to hear that.  Shows real humility.

But I am accepting.

Cool

But I am queer

Fantastic.  Your God hates you.  And his kid said that that didn’t go away with his appearance.  He outright says that he did not come to abolish the Old Testament laws, but to fulfill them.

But I am gay.

See previous response.  Your God hates you.

But I am a feminist.

So, those parts that say that a woman is less than a man and that women should have no power over men and that women should stay silent in church?  Or the part that says that a man who rapes a girl should have to pay the father some silver shekels and marry her?  You just pretend that doesn’t exist?

But I’m a feminist.

Same deal.

Definitely am a feminist.

The logical hoops you must jump through for that are impressive.

But I do believe in science.  In fact, I think science makes God look really cool.

Oh yeah.  Like that part where he creates a person by pushing some dirt together and breathing into that.  Something that scientifically impossible.  Yup, that totally makes God look cool.  Or the part where God floods the entire world, which is impossible due to the fact that there is no amount of water that exists that could do such a thing.  Or that the rain would have to fall in such a way that it would be like smashing something over and over again with sheetrock for weeks.  Yeah, those biblical stories sure do make science and God seem compatible.

I’m not afraid to talk about sex.

Cool.  Same here.

I love Beyonce.

Who cares?

But I love wine!

Jesus turned his blood into it.  You’re cannibalizing him with each glass.

But I do believe in monogamy before sex.

You’re a Christian.  That’s not very shocking.

But I do go to church on Sunday.

Yeah, that makes sense.

I do listen to Christian music.  Christian rock, Christian rap, T-Mac (did I get that right?), all the cool kids.

You have shit taste in music.  Congrats.

I have friends from all walks of life and all religions.  And I love them all.

This isn’t a shock.  It’s like you think us atheists just assume that you all are part of conservatives enclaves.  We know that there are Christians of all stripes.

What I guess I want people to know about Christianity is that we’re kinda not all crazy.

Never said you were.  Just that your beliefs are really stupid.  How is this so complicated?

You shouldn’t be judged by just the people that you see in the media or just the people that you’ve met in your everyday life.

We all make judgments about people based on the people we meet in everyday life.  Hell, BuzzFeed’s existence is predicated on stereotypes.  Of white people.  And men.  And white men.  I judge people individually.  Do you?

A lot of people think that Christianity ruins people.

Citation, please.

But to me, I think that it’s people ruining Christianity.

Your book is bigoted and hateful.  I don’t get how this is so hard for you to understand.  It isn’t people twisting it.  It’s people believing in it.  I hate this mentality that because Jeebus came, it’s all about love and shit.  Jesus once said that he did not come as a shield, but as a sword, and told people that if they don’t love him more than their own family, they aren’t with him.  How can you just shrug that off?

You never really see the good that happens.  You only see the hypocrites.

I know, right?  I’m looking at one now.

But at it’s core, it really is about love and acceptance, and being a good neighbor.

Which passage and verse should I destroy this with?  I know – Genesis 6:7: “And the LORD said, I will destroy man whom I have created from the face of the earth; both man, and beast, and the creeping thing, and the fowls of the air; for it repenteth me that I have made them.”

Just because we have a faith that has a bunch of terrible people in it doesn’t make us terrible.

Agreed.  But you have a holy book that is full of terrible teachings.  How do you get around that?

And that’s this boredom.  That was the saddest defense of Christianity that I’ve seen in a while.

Until next time, a quote,

“I challenge you to find one good or noble thing that cannot be accomplished without religion.  It is impossible.  You cannot do it.” – Christopher Hitchens

Peace out,

Maverick