Yesterday, as I was checking out the climate of the blogsphere (specifically in relation to Charles Worley, God-Botherer, NC), I found what appears to be THE MOST AMAZING FLOW CHART IN THE HISTORY OF EVER:
I found it on this awesome blog:http://thatguywiththebeard.wordpress.com/2012/05/23/death-of-discussion/ which all you campers should totally check out. Not only is it well written, its content also doesn’t include ANYTHING about stupid online dating, which pretty much puts it in a league of its own as far as blogging is concerned.
I’ve been saying for a lot of years that the only way you can change anyone’s mind about anything is to hit them square in the face with a shovel, and EVEN THEN the only thing you really convince them of is that THEY want to return the favor at their earliest possible opportunity. I don’t know why people refuse to acknowledge logic, reasoning, science, facts, and proof. I mean, yes, I get that it’s nice to imagine a world full of benevolent fairy godmothers, wee sprites, and unicorns — but when that shit gets in the way of reality, it’s not called imagination anymore, it’s labeled psychosis. And that’s what bugs me about this God-Botherer nonsense. It’s fine to believe in an omnipotent, omniscient, omnibenevolent being that was “CARRYING YOU THE WHOLE TIME” (see the poem “Footprints.” There’s a copy of it on a plaque somewhere in every nursing home in existence). I guess believing in said entity helps people get through a lot of really tough times. And, I figure prayer can’t really hurt anything any more than me saying, “I wish I had a unicorn that pooped Skittles.” The problem is that IT IS FUCKING PSYCHOTIC to totally deny ALL rational thought and to fart in the face of general human decency because you think it’s ok to claim that some being (who, in terms of actual evidence of his existence, is considerably more far-fetched than Rainbow Bright) told you to do so. Look, I know the pixie dust perspective is easier. You don’t have to do anything if you know that God’s going to take care of everything in the end. But YOU ARE ON ANGEL DUST if you think that problems like global warming, nuclear proliferation, or just general redneck assholery are going to be solved by your God. Bottom line: it may be nice to believe in God, and if you want to, good for you. But, we all, EVERY SINGLE ONE OF US, have to clean up our own messes. In order to do that, we not only need to be able to acknowledge that the problems exist, we need to also be able to figure out where they started. Put the “intelligent design” bullcrap on the back burner for a minute, please, and join the rest of us in the causal reality. Thanks.
Stay tuned for: Mephistopheles Goes Camping, Kevin Embarks Upon a New Career, RCS Puppet Theater (outlook = grim), and the RCS Movie Texting Squad Assassinates TBD.