So we slipped over onto Friday!
So we slipped over onto Friday!
PZ Myers at Pharyngula linked to an article by Ricky Gervais about his Deconversion Story. It’s a fantastic read and highly recommended but it reminded me that for all the Atheism talk on the blog, I’ve never gotten around to telling my own Deconverson Story.
Continue reading “A Portrait Of the Atheist As A Young Man”
You and I need to have a talk, Ralph.
I voted for you in 2000, because I live in Georgia, a forgone Republican Conclusion. My vote would have been nullified by the GOP majority rule, even if Jesus and JFK were the Democrat nominees. But I was young and idealistic than. After eight years of Bush in the White House, I’m a lot less idealistic and a hell of a lot less patient with self aggrandizing kooks.
When you only step into politics once every four years it’s obvious you aren’t really interested in amending the two-party system, as you claim. If you were, you’d be a year round political activist, starting a grass roots campaign and maybe getting yourself, or someone, elected to the House or Senate as representative of a third party, and building a coalition from there. But you haven’t done that. As far as I can tell, you aren’t even advocated for anyone to do that.
What is obvious is, you like the attention. But being Ralph Nader, it isn’t enough for you to just want a few moments in the spotlight. As America’s number one moral scold, you also need to teach us all a lesson. And there’s no better way to do that then to tap into the disaffected voters out there and draw them away from the real, legitimate candidates like Gore or Kerry, either of which could have done some good as President. And now you want to try and do it to Obama, because handing the country to Bush wasn’t enough and now you’d like to see President “100 years in Iraq” McCain have a go as well.
But then you are no longer interested in doing what is bets for the country. You just want us to all learn a hard lesson for not being as ideologically pure as you.
Please, go away. We’re all adults of voting age and can make up our own minds. We don’t want or need to learn your sort of lessons anymore.
I think I’ve figured out the secret mystery to Lost: It’s all just a viral literacy campaign from the secret Inner Head of the ALA, whom everyone knowns are acid head mystic lit fiends, promoting the most mind bending books of modern literature.
According to io9, the latest episode featured overt references to both Valis by Philip K. Dick and Adolfo Bioy Casares’ The Invention of Morel. And as I recall, an early episode form Season 1 (back when there was still hope the show would make some sense) a character was reading Flan O’Brian’s The Third Policeman.
Valis is about how Philip K. Dick went slowly bonkers because aliens were beaming maybe-true, maybe-false memories and/or Gnostic Revelations into his head with a pink laser beam. It’s a wild book, notably for the fact that the narrator, Horselover Fat (a literal translation of the names Philip and Dick, from German into English) says up front that he’s really Philip Dick, a science fiction writer but is using the false-narrator character as a way to get some perspective and then half way through forgets he’s created himself as a character until the real Philip Dick shows up and reminds him that he’s the author.
The Invention of Morel is about a guy who gets shipwrecked on an island where a crazy mad scientist was doing an experiment and now all the people are gone, replaced by holographic projections who go through a series of programmed acts. This doesn’t stop the guy from falling in love with a holographic woman who resembles Silent Film star, Louise Brooks.
The Third Policeman is about a philosophical thief who encounters a two Dimensional Police Barracks in the Irish Countryside where the constables have access to technology from paradise and the local villagers are exchanging atoms with their bicycles. Meanwhile, a man with a wooden leg helps the thief (who cannot remember his name) discover that he is dead and has been for years.
So, yeah. The writers on Lost have no clue what they are doing but are trying to allude to successful literature in the same reality-bending genre in the hopes that no one really notices. As usual, you’d probably have more fun reading the books. I recommend starting with The Third Policeman and adding Tom Stoppard’s only novel, Lord Malquist & Mr. Moon, which is to the list. It has existential cowboys, an Irish Jesus and a lion who has suffered the indignity of being banned from the Ritz.
And on Saturdays, it’s much too late.
Free Culture Guru, tech savvy superhero and all around mensch, Larry Lessig is considering a run for Congress.
We need guys like Lessig in Congress. For far too long, elderly Ludites like Ted “Series of Tubes” Stevens have been drafting our policies on everything from Telecom regulation to how copyright laws are altered to keep cultural icons in the hands of corporations, rather than in the public domain where they belong. Lessig is a clear and smart voice who could help change all that.
If you live in California’s 12th District, drop by the Lessig 08 website and show your support. And if you don’t live in CA 12, write your Rep and tell them you want them to be more like Larry and less like Ted and that if they don’t change, you’ll find someone who will.
Belle Waring brings to our attention this hand crafted, bronze dipped piece of nonsense from Lisa Schffrin, who obviously has access to a higher grade of cannabis than you or I could ever possibly afford:
Obama and I are roughly the same age. I grew up in liberal circles in New York City — a place to which people who wished to rebel against their upbringings had gravitated for generations. And yet, all of my mixed race, black/white classmates throughout my youth, some of whom I am still in contact with, were the product of very culturally specific unions. They were always the offspring of a white mother, (in my circles, she was usually Jewish, but elsewhere not necessarily) and usually a highly educated black father. And how had these two come together at a time when it was neither natural nor easy for such relationships to flourish? Always through politics. No, not the young Republicans. Usually the Communist Youth League. Or maybe a different arm of the CPUSA. But, for a white woman to marry a black man in 1958, or 60, there was almost inevitably a connection to explicit Communist politics. (During the Clinton Administration we were all introduced to then U. of Pennsylvania Professor Lani Guinier — also a half black/half Jewish, red diaper baby.)
[…] It was, of course, an explicit tactic of the Communist party to stir up discontent among American blacks, with an eye toward using them as the leading edge of the revolution. To be sure, there was much to be discontented about, for black Americans, prior to the civil-rights revolution. To their credit, of course, most black Americans didn’t buy the commie line — and showed more faith in the possibilities of democratic change than in radical politics, and the results on display in Moscow.
Fidel Castro has resigned as Supreme Grand Poobah or whatever of Cuba. Yippee. His hip younger brother, Raul Castro Ruz, 77, will take over and maybe Fidel will start blogging or something.
Not to belittle the plight of the Cuban people under that horrible dictator Fidel, but, really the man wasn’t a complete monster. Swap out a Castro here and there, so long as the US maintains its embargo, not much is going to change there. Crippling poverty and a complete and total lack of freedom. Or The US under President McCain.