Christian Coalition President-Elect Quits
ORLANDO, Fla. — The president-elect of the Christian Coalition of America has declined the job, saying the organization wouldn’t let him expand its agenda beyond opposing abortion and gay marriage.
The Rev. Joel Hunter, who was scheduled to take over the socially conservative group in January from Roberta Combs, said he had hoped to focus on issues such as poverty and the environment.
“These are issues that Jesus would want us to care about,” said Hunter, a senior pastor at Northland Church in Longwood, Fla.
Hunter announced his decision not to take the job during an organization board meeting Nov. 21. A statement issued by the group said Hunter left because of “differences in philosophy and vision.” Hunter said he was not asked to leave.
Topsey Turvey
If anybody knows someone in the LA area who needs a roommate, let me know.
I need a new apartment ASAP.
Ah… LA.
“Everybody else was doing it!”
The Way It Should Be
I listened to him laugh. This tiny little voice, still unable to even make syllables, laughing into the telephone.
“Say hello,” she said, the voice on the other side. And the tiny little voice laughed.
We talked some more, catching up on each other’s lives. Lives that used to be intertwined. We used to be inseperable. Now, we are very far apart. Not geographically. She’s down in Marina del Ray and I’m in West Los Angeles. We’re barely twenty minutes apart. We see each other every once in a while, but we talk a great deal. Tonight, we talked for two hours.
We were happy together. Then, we were unhappy together. And finally, here, we are happy together again. We miss each other.
“Say hello,” she said. And the tiny little voice laughed.
She’s happy. I’m happy. And that’s the way it should be.
JOHN WICK’S 25TH BIRTHDAY BANANZA!!!
featuring
THE AWFUL LOT — LIVE!!!
IF YOU ARE READING THIS, YOU ARE INVITED!!!
at the Liberal Arts Masonic Lodge
2244 Westwood Blvd
Los Angeles, CA
Start Time 8:00 PM
Band Plays at 9:00 PM
BRING FOOD & DRINKS!!!
All guests will receive a FREE copy of the
UNOFFICIAL AWFUL LOT DEMO EP!
Also, if you know anyone who should have recieved this invite and hasn’t,
GIVE IT TO THEM!!!
Tell all your friends!
Tell all your enemies!
Bring your wife and/or husband and/or con-sensual partner!
Be there or be PI!
(RSVP Please)
Tom Waits on Letterman
Intelligent Design
If the entire universe was designed by a single intelligence, why couldn’t that intelligence have been this guy?
Religion
A friend of mine voiced private concern about my public outrages against religion. I’ve been thinking for a while about the best way to answer her.
Here it is.
An old friend of mine reveres Thor. Not in a funny way. Not in a clever, ironic, self-aware way. I mean he really prays to Thor. In fact, he prays to Thor, Loki, Odin, and the whole lot of them. This friend of mine was also studying to be an electrical engineer. His personal hero was Tesla; a man who seemed divided between science and supernaturalism… or at least, that’s how he’s been portrayed by those who have written his biographies.
Another friend of mine revered Bear. Not in a funny way. I mean she really had dialogues with Bear. She talked to him, he talked back, they discuss ed and dialogued, and she came away with new perspectives. (She informs me that she’s moved on to Trickster Gods, although Gods never forget their followers…)
Myself? I pray to Discordia all the time. I also pray to Athena, Snake, Ganesh, and my Grandfather. I’ve often called myself an omnitheist: I believe in all the Gods. I just like some of them more than others.
For some, much more.
When I talk about “religious thinking,” what I really mean is “dogmatic thinking.” I’m talking about faith: blind belief that ignores evidence to the contrary. Blind belief that not only harms the believer, but also harms those around them. Often with the best intentions, although not always.
For example, let’s look at something controversial in
So, by saying “according to biologists,” what I’m really saying is “according to the evidence presented by biologists…”. But we use shorthand like that–either out of convenience or ignorance–and because we do–or, in this case, because I do–we sound a little like we’re using an argument of authority. Which is actually the opposite of the case.
Go look up research studies and experiments done within the field. Go look at it. Don’t listen to what Fox News tells you. Don’t listen to what your pastor/reverend/rabbi tells you. Go look it up for yourself. These people want to be criticized. They want their work to be dissected and dismantled. They want to be corrected if they are in error. Why?
Because the purpose of science is to understand the world as best we can through a process of self-correction, criticism, and error-checking.
Religious thinking, on the other hand, instructs us to believe what we are told. Faith: belief regardless of evidence to the contrary.
For example, here’s a religious argument: Embryonic stem cell research is “bad” because those babies have souls.
Let’s examine the claims of this argument.
First, the “baby” in question is not actually a baby. “Embryonic” stem cell research actually takes cells from blastocysts. If you’ve never seen a blastocyst or even know what one is, you can find all about them here. Blastocysts are so small, the brain of a fly has 1000 times more cells than a blastocyst.
Let me say that again: the brain of a housefly has 1000 times more cells than a blastocyst. Just the brain. We aren’t even counting the rest of the little fella.
When you see posters and fliers and other propaganda speaking against stem cell research, you see pictures of aborted fetuses. These pictures are incorrect. They are arguments made by people who are deliberately ignorant or intentionally deceitful. Both of which count as “sins” in my book. Deliberately ignorant because they believe what they are told, despite what scientists around the world are saying, or intentionally deceitful because they want to make a point by ignoring the facts. They are deceitful because they are lying to themselves.
Second, let’s explore the idea of this little thing having a soul.
First, I don’t have to prove it doesn’t. The believer has to prove that it does.
You see, I believe in Discordia. (ALL HAIL DISCORDIA!) She’s the Greek Goddess of… oh, hell. If you’re reading this, you know who Discordia is. Anyway, for the faithful in the audience, those who believe in the God of the Book, please disprove my Goddess.
Go on. Prove she does not exist.
*waiting*
*still waiting*
You can’t do it. Because the moment you provide any evidence, I’ll just say, “She wanted you to find that so you wouldn’t believe in her.”
It’s called bait and switch. And religious people are doing it all the time.
Okay, so nobody can prove the existence or disprove the existence of Discordia. Does that make those of you who believe in the God of the Book more or less likely to switch your faith? In other words…
If you can’t disprove Discordia, does that make you more or less likely to start eating hot dogs on Friday and stop going to your church?
Didn’t think so. You see, I have no evidence for my claim of Discordia’s existence. None. Not a sausage. I have a holy book written by two prophets who claim Discordia came to them in a bowling alley (after a lot of acid and beer) and told them to write said holy book. And I believe them. Why? I just do. Because it amuses me to do so. And because Discordia is just plain beautiful. And kind. And cruel. And just… Discordia.
And because she teaches me to question everything. Even herself. Catma. Not dogma. Catma. The absolute refusal to believe in anything.
The only God(dess) in the world that encourages skepticism.
But see, that’s the whole point. Prove the blastocyst has a soul. You can’t. I can’t prove the blastocyst is Discordia. You can’t prove it.
And if you can’t prove it, don’t expect anyone else to go along with it. And, more importantly…
DON’T BELIEVE THE REST OF THE WORLD HAS TO RESPECT YOUR BELIEF, EITHER.
Here’s the real kicker. Faith gets a bye. In our culture, faith gets away clean. Remember when I said that scientists want to be criticised and challenged? Well, faith doesn’t. Try talking to anyone with a critical tone about their religion. They’ll look at you like you’re nn insensitive jerk.
Because in our culture, you can be critical of someone’s politics, their choice of boy/girlfriend, their favorite movies, TV shows and even ice cream, but don’t you say anything about my religion!!!
Well, frankly, it’s time we got over that.
If your religion doesn’t make any sense, I’m gonna say so.
If your religion teaches you that any member of the human race–gays, blacks, whites, women–should be treated any different from you, I’m gonna raise my hand.
If your religion teaches that basic and fundamental understandings of the world are wrong, I’m gonna have to disagree and ask for your evidence.
You think the world is 6,000 years old? Stand up and prove it. And don’t use your holy book.
You think gays have less rights than you? Stand up and prove it. And don’t use your holy book.
You think you have a soul? Freewill? Stand up and prove it. And don’t use your holy book.
Use evidence. Evidence.
It is a basic understanding that students of physics today understand more about Relativity than Einstein did. It is a basic understanding that students of biology today know more about evolution than
And it is a basic understanding that students of philosophy today know more about morality, ethics, metaphysics, and epistemology than someone who wrote a book in the Bronze Age.
We’ve moved on since Moses, Mohammed, and Jesus. We’ve learned. We’ve adapted. We’ve evolved. Not always for the better, but we have done one thing that’s very important.
We’ve learned.
It’s time to put that learning to use, to look at our religious traditions and ask some very difficult questions. One in particular would be a good place to start…
Do we even need them anymore?
The Yellow Sign, Take 2
Act I.
Tuxedos and gowns find their places
But the program gives them no warning
The lights go dim, the play begins
The stage is the violet light of morning
In Carcosa
The sun bleeds in the East
The Hyades sign their dying throes
The stars arise to claim their prize
The Queen’s sad song still echoes
In Carcosa
She grows weary of wordy games
Her daughter dances delusioned
Her son sings songs but her heart belongs
Away from the mists and illusions…
Of Carcosa
Songs of sorrow, songs of pain
The towers are behind the rising moon
A nearing dread fills the Queen in red
In her dreams she sees the doom…
Of Carcosa
We watch with eyes that can’t turn away
The players speak with voices not their own
We are petty thralls, the fourth wall falls
And we are there…
In Carcosa
At midnight a stranger calls
The Palid Mask mesmerized
The King in Tatters, the clock is shattered
He turns to us with his flaming eyes…
(to be continued…)