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Broken Promises

Today’s thought for the day and musical interlude:

The Nurse and The Wolf
  "Be quiet now," said an old Nurse to a child sitting on her
lap.  "If you make that noise again I will throw you to the Wolf."

  Now it chanced that a Wolf was passing close under the window
as this was said.  So he crouched down by the side of the house
and waited.  "I am in good luck to-day," thought he.  "It is sure
to cry soon, and a daintier morsel I haven't had for many a long
day."  So he waited, and he waited, and he waited, till at last
the child began to cry, and the Wolf came forward before the
window, and looked up to the Nurse, wagging his tail.  But all the
Nurse did was to shut down the window and call for help, and the
dogs of the house came rushing out.  "Ah," said the Wolf as he
galloped away,

	"Enemies promises were made to be broken."

How many times each day do you listen to an ‘enemy’ and believe their promises? Even “between 620 and 560 BCE” such wisdom was common among those that cared to know things.

Worse than that, we tell ourselves lies and pretend that people made promises based on what we think they should have done.

The other moral here is to know your enemies…. especially the one you see in the mirror.

Now, I know that all you readers have your own musical tastes, but this is what is on my music player today

use this LINK for the full play list

A Poem Or Knot

I invented a poem, or knot

It was here on the table

now it’s not

fell off behind the bottle of Scotch

That poem was top notch

Seventy lines of prose

You’d think I could find it

You’d think I was able


Trust me, I have looked

I called the publisher

That poem was booked

But that’s how it goes


I have been published

I am also a liar

When it comes to writing

What was I saying?


So, I call this Monday

Nothing exciting

Just forced into this shit

Because Sunday ran away


Happy Monday

Some Questions For Everyone

I’ve seen posts of questions for atheists and posts of questions for theists. They are entertaining to a point and I think done with honesty but I don’t think that they actually look at the world in a way that makes progress. So I’ve thought about this for a while, and then some more. I thought it useless but then I thought of it a bit more… you get the idea.

The gist of it is this, I have some questions and I thought perhaps sharing them here would profit me some new ideas. Hopefully, dear readers, you’ll be able to shed some light on these in the comments.

  1. If evolution is not true, why do mammals all share a common body plan – five digits, tube design, etc. Did the god run out of ideas or simply not have enough imagination to make more animals like the kangaroo and platypus.
  2. I’ll ask about the flood myth but this goes for a lot of things. Why do believers have to invent their own ‘bible science’ which is in contention with very smart people that spend their entire lives dedicated to the science of understanding geology?  Why is it necessary for believers to understand the world in terms of their holy book? Can’t they simply join the rest of humanity in the search for answers and learn from what is discovered?
  3. I have yet to hear a response to the Steve Project that makes sense. Does anyone have one?
  4. Speaking of monotheism, if the god created everything where does evil come from? No, don’t bother with free will for the angels chose to disobey and they were not given free will. Which leads us to number 5.
  5.  The god of Abraham has failed at the things he set out to do in spectacular fashion. On top of that, outside of natural disasters, every time he exacts punishment on humans it is done at the hands of other humans. How is this supportive of an omnipotent and omniscient god? Clearly all that foreknowledge has not helped the god of Abraham create anything that would succeed as far as we know. The god of Abraham is a failure… which leads us to number 6.
  6. There are those that believe in gods. They have failed to provide credible evidence for their belief. What do you believe and how do you KNOW it to be true? If you can’t know it to be true why do you believe it. Those that believe the big bang created the universe are encouraged to explain their answer to this question.
  7. It appears that the human like for sweet tasting things is biological. Where do you derive your morality from? Why? What evidence do you have to show this was a correct decision?
  8. There are those that believe in an afterlife. Their world views hold that many will be tortured forever. How do you justify this belief? How do you justify the infinite torture of someone else? For those that do not believe in an afterlife, how do you justify not helping those in need? Well, even believers, how do you justify not helping those in need?
  9. Have you thought your world view out to it’s logical end point? If you have, what is the meaning of existence? What purpose does this life serve? How do you reconcile your answer to this question with your answer to question 8?
  10. What is you most favored music genre?
  11.  How do you know that the world is real? How do you know that these questions are real? How do you know that your lover/spouse/SO is real? Given the answer to this question, how can you know if the Christian Jesus was real?
  12. Given the general nastiness of the gods of monotheism, why would you worship them? Why would you worship anything or anyone? What is worthy of your worship and dedication?

I’ll stop there. That’s enough for now. I look forward to the answers, both theological and not.


God Is Like Me … Well, He Wants To Be

Yeah, that’s a bold statement. Perhaps you’ll read on and hear me out

You see, god and I are a lot alike. I’m talking about the god of Abraham, the god of monotheism.

Other gods are a bit more imaginative than the god of Abraham. You see, because I do not know how the universe was formed I cannot know why I am here except to accept the words of others about their god or make up my own reasons. I can find no meaning in existing except what I can conjure up or copy from others. There is no morality but what I find palatable. The god of Abraham finds himself in exactly the same position if we are to believe what we are told by the religions of monotheism. Their god has always existed without predecessor, without community, without explanation. He cannot know morality except that which makes his own mind happy. How lonely he must be that he needed to create little friends on Earth. How childish he has been to have destroyed all life that did not openly worship him. How monstrous he has been to kill without care or remorse.

I too have no place to find meaning except what I personally ascribe to existence. I do not  know for what purpose this existence happens to be. I cannot find morality except that which helps me to survive and does not make me feel bad.

Rather unfortunately for the god of Abraham, he is not quite as good, gifted, nor fortunate as I. He is slated to be stuck in his existence for eternity, long after any of his creations will be around to worship him. He is unchanging and at the whim of some grand plan that he cannot alter except to destroy for he created failed life despite knowing it would not worship him. This he is unable to change as is evidenced by my atheism. He is said to be all powerful yet is powerless against words of doubt. I will die, you will die, the Earth will die, the universe will die. There will be the god of Abraham, alone again, unable to create what he most wants – or so it seems. He is powerless to change his condition. I am not. I can be happy without millions worshipping my every word. If they do not like me they need not live in fear for I am kind and just and have compassion – I will not kill them for the simple act of not liking me, yet the god of Abraham has no choice. His tyrannical fits were part of the grand plan, known to him before he set out to create friends to worship him.

I’m better than that. If the god of Abraham had a choice, he’d want to be more like me. When all is said and done at least I can kill myself and end the infinite boredom. The god of Abraham does not even have this option. He is powerless over the most basic events. He can’t even know why he exists except to make up a story. He is most likely deranged from the loneliness and responsibility. He seeks love but demands it of those he controls… ensuring that it never really happens. This is all part of his grand plan, one that he is powerless to change because he knew it would happen this way before he started.

I am better than such a god. If such a god exists… I pity it and want it destroyed in the same breath.


Why People Mass Re-blog

Why People Mass Re-blog.


Because recursion is awesome

Who Doesn’t Like A Challenge … er!

Opinionated Man offers a challenge thus:

My challenge is simple. A single post written today or tomorrow, under 1000 words, and in a different genre (style, form, or whatever I am not picky) than you normally write in. It can be pretty much whatever on whatever, but if I am going to re-blog it make it tasteful.


There once was a man from Nantucket

ding dong… ding dong

Blah blah blah

No thank you.


I wonder if they get angry if you slam the door like that?

I should be able to do simple. I’m simple. Keyboards are simple.

Picking up my beer, I notice that it too is simple. Everything is simple. So, why is this so hard?

“Who was at the door?” she said.

“Some guy” I replied.

“Some guy? What did he want?” she asked.

“I don’t know. Should I call him back?” I asked.

“I .. uh… what was he wearing?”


“What?” I ask as I head to the wilds of the garage for another beer.

“Was he wearing a suit or anything?” she asks as if this line of questioning is important some how.

“No, he wasn’t wearing a suit. It’s not too late, I can run down the block and get him back here if  you like” I offered.

“We need more potatoes” she fires back.

I pretend not to hear. Normally when I get home things are a bit strange but this is just a bit much. I wander in to the kitchen and watch her for a moment. She’s digging in the pantry like she’s panning for gold in the vegetable storage thing.

I can’t stand it. “Okay, I give. What difference would it have made if the stupid guy was wearing a suit?” I ask.

“A what?”

“A suit! What difference would it have made if he was wearing a suit?” I asked again, this time a bit perplexed.

“What guy?” she asks while turning to look at me like I’ve got two heads.

I now feel like I have two heads. “What is this conversation about?” I ask her with a look of pure childhood wonder.

“Rosemary” she says.

Near to stuttering I ask “Rosemary …. WHO is Rosemary?”

“She called today to talk to you, that’s who is Rosemary”

I check the floor then the ceiling, then the counters. Slowly I walk over to the pantry to see if there is maybe some odd fumes or something. It looks like a normal pantry. Well, one with too many cans of beans, but normal just the same. I’m still waiting but there is no extra information coming forth.

“Okay, did this Rosemary say what she wanted to talk to me about? Did she leave a number?” I ask.

“Oh, yeah… but I deleted the message by accident” she quips. “She wanted to know about the insurance on my car” she finally says.

Now, at this point there are brain cells in the back of my skull trying to jump off and down my spine to commit suicide. “Why did she want to know about the insurance on your car?” I stammer?

“I’m not sure, maybe it was her car I bumped into at the gym?” she rolls out of her lips like an ice queen.

While running out to the driveway I stopped to get another beer. I have a feeling I’m going to need it. I frantically check the car up one side and down the other. Nothing is broken or dented, not even a scratch. Perplexed, I pull up a chair and sit down to drink my beer and ponder what the hell is going on. Just as I’m about to decide to send another beer down the hatch to find out where the first two have gone I hear some very quiet chuckling from deep in the garage. Normally I would attribute this to too much beer and not enough sleep but it got louder…

When I turned around,  there she stood with a huge smile on her face, her arms curled around her stomach, half doubled over.

My face must have said it all. She straightened up a bit and barely managed to point a finger in my direction as she squeaks out the words “I Got You”

Humor. Humor is why I drink. It is today.


Can’t We All Just Get Along?

The never ending discussion on the compatibility between science and religion asks if they can get along and coexist. The argument, no matter how it is stated, comes down to this: Science has facts, religion has faith. As long as religion has faith it will remain incompatible with both science and reality. Believers might argue that their faith is compatible with science yet they will not allow for someone else’s faith being compatible with their own. When believers can’t even get their ‘faith’ coherent but decide to disagree with the best method we have of knowing the world around us then it is completely incompatible with science.

A religion that is not incompatible with science would be one that requires no faith. Would that be a religion?

Can’t we all just get along?

NO, we can’t as long as you are unwilling to be a full participant in reality.

Before anyone thinks I’m calling all believers stupid, just stop. This is a reaction to the discussion of compatibility and not simply your particular point of view. That said, if you want to feel offended, that is your prerogative, just don’t expect an apology.



Take Care The Smallest Things

We Drink Because We’re Poets has another challenge. Consider the gauntlet on the floor. The challenge, you ask?

Dedicate a piece to that which inspires you.  It doesn’t matter what it is.  Are you inspired by your pets?  Your children?  The love of your life?  The feel of a cool breeze on your skin?

What makes you want to create?

Oddly, this is not one that I have any doubts about. Let me explain…

When a person gets up each morning, dresses for work
Spends their day giving all they have just to earn a penny
Then goes home and gives it all away to those they adore

When the hardships of life, fail to stop life from being and smiling
There is no triumph more profound than surviving against the odds
Of smiling at everyone from your wheelchair
Of knowing they all think you couldn’t have survived

In the fresh evening air, a butterfly spreads its wings for the first time
Looking up into the night, seeing billions of years old light
It shakes its head and thinks “I’m hungry”

A small child toddles too close, falls in the pool
A panicked father jumps in without a thought
Sitting on the side, the child cries ‘weeee let’s do it some more’
Laying his dripping phone aside, the father smiles and says ‘sure’

There is no triumph when there is no risk
Life assures us the chance, it’s the pin in the prick
Eat or be eaten is not some magician’s trick
Take heed the small triumphs, every last one
They’re the only prize life offers to be won

Smiles come easy, so it seems for a dog
Till you remember how important you are
For him you are the hunter and leader
You, to him, are what you desire of life

Such flashes of experience, fleeting in feel
The last longer if you focus and live them
Those small moments are what is real but
We remain alone while we don’t share them

Take care the smallest things
The rest is just imagry
Take care the smallest things
Turn the I into the we

Random Stuff: Music Playlist 7 Feb 2014

Okay, I’m working my Friday night away listening to tuned to “Tool/Stabbing Westward/Katatonia” and I found a pretty cool band – new to me. Maybe you’ll like it:


and the play list

In Response: Man’s Fear

I’m going to start sharing some of the comments I leave elsewhere that I kind of like for whatever reasons… it’s up to you to go read the post that inspires it

Man’s Fear

To see in others what is beautiful and to do so in blatant disregard for societal norms is to be the child that lives in the back of your mind.

To throw off the shackles of the crimes of our social disease, earned for us by virtue of living here, and simply see another for the child that lives in the back of their mind is the only way to truly love, one of the few choices for freedom we still retain… to live each day as a child, in the wonderment that this life truly is.

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