Theological Thursday: Freedom From Atheism Foundation - because, you know, fuck you're lack of dogma

A friend brought this to my attention. The Freedom From Atheism Foundation. Because, you know, being a religious prick is so much better.

I don't have a Facebook account anymore, so I had to look at this using a friend's account. Doesn't matter. Pretty much everything there makes no fucking sense.

No, I take that back. Pretty much everything there falls into classic right-wing world of "Fear the bogeyman, he's out to get you!!"

Once you understand that they're trying to fuck with your head, in order to make you feel good about something, and fear some imaginary bogeyman, in order to then panic and do whatever monkey-stupid thing they want you too, it all makes sense. See, it makes sense as long as you understand human behavior, and understand it's a fucking game to these bastards, then you understand the meta-logic of their practical illogic.

Yeah, my friend was nearly weeping to see his otherwise intelligent associates collapsing into single-minded moronicity, because they really want to believe they are persecuted for their faith. I think it's that whole "Christians fed to the lions means you go straight to Heaven" martyrdom complex.

Let's look at these gems of non-logic. (Note that I'm putting the commentary before the meme, not after.)


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First of all, the claim that atheists believe religion is the root of all evil, and therefore have no interest in solving problems is bullshit. That doesn't even make sense. The desire to solve problems is independent of God, and independent of religion. Loathing assholes who hide behind dogma doesn't stop anyone from living a normal life.

I mean, for fuck's sake, atheists don't want monuments - there's nothing to build a fucking monument to, not to be confused with religious people who build monuments to everything - no, wait, I take that back - the Muslim Taliban destroy every fucking monument they find, including historical Buddhist artifacts, as attempts to make graven images of God, which are a religious affront.

(Really, that latter point comes down to the warlords in charge of the Taliban psychopaths just desperately trying to find any way to keep the psycho-soldiers busy, lest said psycho-soldiers turn on the warlords - shit, that's why the US Navy has their soldiers painting the damn ships all the time, and why the Army has their soldiers running five miles a day - got to keep those soldiers busy or they start looking for shit to blow up, and often blow up shit belonging to the general and other idiots-in-charge.)





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Here's another goody that simply makes no fucking sense. Hm, man is sick in the head and kills people, because "he has no God." Yeah, how about those ISIL fucks - bunch of religious pricks, murdering and butchering in the name of God. Yeah, okay, happy little meme bent on poking the bogeyman and claiming the moral high ground by climbing a mountain of cottage cheese. Being a sick bastard has nothing to do with - or without - God.





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Not sure who Peter Singer is, but I think we're back to having a fucknut and claiming God magically makes someone NOT a fucknut. Let's see, God ordered the Hebrews to get a bunch of people drunk, cut off the tips of their dicks, and then murder them. God ordered some guy to butcher is own son as proof of loyalty, then said "Psych! Don't kill your boy." And my favorite - God hardened the heart of Pharaoh to ensure there would be seven plagues and God could show off His power (or as a friend of mine says "To show he had a bigger dick."). Yeah, God's a proven winner. Yet another case of "bogeyman fever."






And WTF is up with the hammer and sickle? "Atheists are Soviets"? Oh, wait, I'm sure that's somehow supposed to be "without God, you get Godless communist anarchy"! Yeah, um... what?

Yeah, these "Freedom From Atheism Foundation" people scare me - not because they seem to have a hard-on for "God," but because they have a hard-on for scaring people, jerking with their emotions, and not worrying a damn about chasing bogeymen. Anyone who pulls that kind of shit is prepared to hurt people and not give a fuck, because they're on a power trip, and those kind of people scare me.
 

 

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Political Parties - One Evil Is Far Worse Than the Other

Political email: "We desperately need your money to win this election against the evil pond scum, so we can save the world for decent people!"

Him: "Which party sent it?"

Me: "All of them."

Let's be clear that I'm talking about professional politicians here, not mom & pop & Johnny, too, and certainly not you. I'm not talking about philosopies, or words people say. I'm talking about the people who stand up and say "Vote for me, because that Other Guy is Evil!"

Now, y'all know I actually make an effort to hear what people are saying (not just listen, but hear), which is why I consider the greedElitist Opportunistic Pig party to be the real evil scrum (because A-they act like it, setting new low bars for vile behavior daily, and B-they lie about it harder than anyone else).

I'm not even going to pretend the Democrats are not rats. But the sick truth - in my considered opinion (and if you think I'm a mindless parrot of propaganda, let's have a talk) - is that if the Democrats are like rats, then the Republicans are like Rat Kings frothing around in the cesspits they grow in. Meaning one candidate may crap on you (Democrat), but they other candidate is going to turn your entire world into shit, beam with pride over it, and tell you to quit whining about it, you ungrateful little worthless wretch (Republican).

In this case, the choices really are no-brainers, especially for women, because - as evidenced by GOP policies (not rhetoric, but policies) - you don't deserve equal pay for equal work, you really should stay at home, and really your only function is to incubate any fetus that any man shackles you with, and your approval is not required.  Conversely, those GOP bastards will legalize every form of contraception and pregnancy termination the moment they decide they can make more money (and seize more power) off fewer babies than they can make convincing poor people to be overburdened and drive down labor costs.

Cops vs Militia: We all lose (It's Class Warfare, Bitches)

We've got two sides to the downward spiral:

• Congress dumping military surplus equipment onto police departments, creating an increasingly militant civil law enforcement group;
• paranoid/delusional right-wing militants being goaded by neo-feudalist media moguls into obtaining their own para-military equipment;
• thus forcing law enforcement to upgrade in order to deal with the militias and vigilante wannabes;
• thus legitimizing the paranoid fantasies of the militia and vigilante wannabes against a "police state" (and ironically dragging the left-wingers in with non-delusional concerns about the same thing) thus ....

 

Musical Monday: Amaranthe "The Nexus"

"Melodic Death Metal with a Positive Message," is one way the members of Amaranthe describe themselves. Of course, this naturally elicits outrage from hardcore death metal fanatics, but I don't care about that; I just like the music.

I think this was the first Amaranthe song I encountered, so I'm especially enamored of it.  

I love Elize Ryd's voice, and wish I had her hair. Oh, I know it's a video, so her hair has been styled to Hell and back, but it looks great, and wishing I had her hair is fantasy, so why not wish for the fantasy hair while I'm out there. She's got a nice powerful style, full of poise, grace and confidence, which you can see across her many videos. She allows the video directors to sell her beauty, but does not allow herself, or her performance, to be overshadowed by her appearance.

There's a segment where a guitar guy - Henrik Englund, I think - leaps in the air, and I just think it looks cool. He comes down, slamming on the strings, all rage and power. Henrik has a great growl, but seems a bit too raw. A bit too much screaming and not enough screaming-to-a-tune, if you know what I mean. seems more like just shouting, than singing.

Reading the Wikipedia entry for Amaranthe is an education. "Melodic Death Metal"? Seriously? And what's up with the "clean/unclean vocals"?  It's really fascinating how we - as a species - like to have nice, tidy compartments for everything. We like to understand things, and so we invent and modify vocabulary to make this happen. Oh, I'm sure these goofy terms have legit meanings and serve legit classification purposes, especially for hardcore music fans (I'm a very casual music fan), but to an outsider it just looks silly, and that amuses me.

Patric Ullaeus directed this video. His is a name I've seen now on a bunch of videos I like, so I think I'll check out his whole library.

Just Being Snarky: Motivation for Getting Out of Bed On A Cold Morning

There are only so many variations on the theme of "God loves me; I'm so happy" in the world,

...dude who has convinced someone that blind enthusiasm trumps skill or talent,

..on the radio station I use to force myself out of bed,

..and frankly, I've heard better ones,

..but thank you,

..for helping drive me from my warm bed so I can face yet another glorious day.

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Theological Thursday: Clockmaker-in-a-box

It's a kind of poem. This poetic piece is vaguely inspired by the "Watchmaker Analogy," but really has been inspired by observations on human behavior.

If you are unfamiliar with the "Watchmaker Analogy," then check it out. Like a lot of theological precepts, I considered it flawed in that it starts with humans and tries to work backward to define a god that would have created humans - this is probably clear in the prose, below.


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Clockmaker-In-A-Box

I put you in a box, Clockmaker, because then you are small, and I can understand small, and because I can understand you, that makes me Special.

Build for me a small world, Clockmaker, because in a small world, I am large, and that makes me Special.

Build your world for me, Clockmaker, in ways I can comprehend, using simple ways, and narrow borders, because then my comprehension makes me Special.

I cannot understand, Clockmaker, the idea of an infinite, unbounded Universe, because if others understand things I do not, that makes them Special instead of me.

I cannot comprehend, Clockmaker, how if you are bigger than me, infinite, that I can comprehend you at all, and if I cannot own you, Clockmaker, than I must fear you.

If you are infinite, then why would you care about me at all, Clockmaker, for I can only understand Huge, and not Infinite.

Because I cannot understand Infinite, Clockmaker, then I cannot understand how you can love me, because I am simply a mote.

I cannot understand, Infinite Clockmaker, that the fact that you can, and do, love me, tiny speck among infinite creation, makes me more Special than I can ever dream of being.

If only, Clockmaker, I was not too afraid to release you from the box I have put you in.

 "Clockmaker in a Box," Copyright (C) 2012 by Icarus Anne Riley. All rights reserved.

Happy New Year! Post Number 100! Wooo! Fist Pump!!

That's it; the entire message. I'm just geeked. :-)

Apparently, I'm a bit prolific as a blogger. I mean, "human stupidity" is just so fecund with rant potential, how could I be any other way ;-)

Post #100. What an awesome way to start the new year, especially since it was pure coincidence. Serendipity, or what?

You guys are awesome!  HUGS to everyone!

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