This cartoon would be funnier if it were a little less true.
Decisions, decisions
Pharyngula
Evolution, development, and random biological ejaculations from a godless liberal
This cartoon would be funnier if it were a little less true.
Man, this comic works so well for so many topics in addition to homosexuality — it also works for the troglodytes who’ve been lecturing women on appropriate dating behavior.
(via SMBC)
At least, that seems to be the principle in play in Louisiana.
It’s not quite right, though. Answers in Genesis teaches that dinosaurs were on the boat. Like that makes the story any less insane.
At last, you too can understand how our government works.
Be sure to listen through to the end and catch the request for donations. Giving Weiner the money to buy explosives sounds like a total win to me.
I was sent this cartoon by Mia. Mom really doesn’t love us any more than anything else.
Environmentalism is actually an act of self-defense.
(via Humon)
I received two packages the other day. The first was a substantial box, and when I opened it, I discovered a Bible, something called the Amplified Bible, a CD called “He is exalted” with recorded sermons just in case I was illiterate, a bookmark with a quote from Proverbs, a thank you note for allowing them to share the word of god with me today, and a copy of Bill Wiese’s “23 Minutes in Hell”, which purportedly documents in graphic detail an account of the author’s brief sojourn in Hell, just in case the nice approach didn’t work on me. Apparently someone decided to buy the missionary package from some commercial gospel outfit and send it to me.
Wow. Look at all that slick stuff, all just for me, because someone loves and cares for me so much.
Well, you can guess what happened next. I converted. I found Jesus in a box of cheesy books from a religious supply house. How could I not? That’s what it was all for, wasn’t it? I’m sure when someone waves a Bible at you, you find it irresistibly persuasive, right?
So then I turned to my second package, a slim and floppy thing, hardly impressive next to that box. But within it, I found a message…a message I needed to hear, that was perfect after my sudden conversion: SAVE YOURSELF, MAMMAL.
Yes.
Hallelujah, I said. I will save myself. I don’t need any gods or fairy tales, I will save myself. And mine eyes were opened, and I saw the glory. And I read the funny pages therein, and they were profane and twisted and hilarious, and I did fall on my knees and praise Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal. The box is forgotten, totally displaced by one slim treasure of great truth.
And that is how Zach Weiner saved my life and my sanity.
Hmmm. He does look like a kind of skinny Nordic Jesus, doesn’t he?
Join me, fellow nerds, in nodding in agreement with this comic.
From the mouseover text: “Also, all financial analysis. And, more directly, D&D.” True again.
I thought this was pretty funny.
But then I realized that this was the answer to the whole problem of the political assault on women by Republicans. If they don’t give a damn about women’s rights in the first place, we just have to reframe the whole question: Rick Perry and the whole lot of abortion-hatin’, planned-parenthood-defundin’, make-life-more-difficult-for-women patriarchal party-poopers are interfering with men’s ability to get laid.
Put it in those terms, and I expect the party of plutocrats will turn right around. Nothing may be allowed to get in the way of a man and his sacred penis.
