I think I’m going to be a lonely little realist wafting through a cloud of woo.
You’ll be getting full reports from the scene!
Pharyngula
Evolution, development, and random biological ejaculations from a godless liberal
I think I’m going to be a lonely little realist wafting through a cloud of woo.
You’ll be getting full reports from the scene!
It took me a minute to figure out what this diagram was trying to say.
Then I figured it out. Ewww, yuck. Fundie Christians.
(via Spa_yediMonster)
Yeah, as long as I don’t look out the window. Or check the weather forecast (more snow predicted for tomorrow and Thursday!)
I have no idea where this is. I especially have no idea what the people who wasted money on it were thinking. It’s a prayer booth.
I am speechless at the absurdity of it all. This isn’t about ‘communing with god’ or any such nonsense: it’s about having a prominent public prop with a big sign so that everyone around you knows that you are praying — it’s public piety.
It also has instructions. Apparently the people who might use this are so stupid that they wouldn’t be able to figure out the appropriate posture to take while babbling to Jesus.
Those instructions are a bit Orwellian.
This device exists to facilitate and control prayer in public space. Improper use may result in a penalty or fine.
It’s there to control prayer? What? How? And they’re going to impose some kind of legal penalty if you don’t use it exactly as they want? How do you improperly use prayer? I’m picturing the prayer police thumping you with a nightstick if you prayed to the Episcopalian god rather than the Catholic god, or possibly battering you into unconsciousness if you dared to use the prayer booth to talk to Allah.
And then there’s the preemptive assumption that they’re going to get criticized for this silliness:
Please avoid the booth if you are sensitive to or feel threatened by actions that are religious in nature.
Nobody is going to feel “threatened” by this ditzy exhibition, guy. A better warning would be to the users: “Please avoid the booth if you are sensitive to passers-by pointing and laughing at you.”
I’ve read some of the comments on this post by Richard Carrier, and the comments on his video, and together with all the comments I get declaring that I am the God-Emperor of Atheism+, that it’s all my idea (and that it’s an evil, awful idea), and that Freethoughtblogs has a uniformity of thought dedicated to promoting Atheist+ Purity, I’ve decided to give up and just accept the role that has been foisted on me and all of this network. So, first, I’m launching the new Atheism+ recruitment drive.
Next on the agenda is the coup that has long been in planning. Ed Brayton is nominally in charge of FtB, but as we all know, he’s only my puppet. It’s time for me to emerge from the shadows, depose the frontman, and seize the throne. To Rebel Is Justified! FtB will be my base of operations for world domination.
Next, I will be seizing control of the means of production and the propaganda organs of Atheism+. I understand there is a group of other people who think they are the leadership, but they are mere poseurs — the people have declared that I am the Great Leader, so we shall take care of them with a triumphant Revolution. Any recidivists will be purged in the subsequent purification. Smash the Gang of However Many They Are!
We will then begin Atheism+’s Great Leap Forward, with industrialization and collectivization of the masses to advance the cause, for Great Victory. Peasants Shall Be Workers! All Will Unite Beneath ME!
Finally, appearances will at last conform to the reality that is floating fuzzily about in the heads of our enemies.
Who would win in a battle between an Imperial Super Star Destroyer and a giant space octopus?
I’ve never been surprised at a conference by anything like this: Ken Ham got a certificate for fighting the “principalities and powers of darkness.”
He [the creationist with the award] told the conference audience gathered at Quentin Road Bible Baptist Church that his creation group, Midwest Creation Fellowship, had passed a resolution—which they called a “spiritual bouquet.” In the resolution, it stated that because the “principalities and powers of darkness have captured the minds of many in our society, and whereas Ken Ham left his homeland of Australia to confront the forces arrayed against God and His Word,” I was being acknowledged by the MCF.
OK, gang, in order to keep up, I’m expecting an award from you guys for combat against fictitious beings. Maybe a “wrestling with mermaids” framed certificate, or a shiny medallion that praises my competence at squishing angels. We have a spiritual award gap here, people!
I’ve been fighting a lonely, valiant battle against the domination of cats on the internet, one where even my co-blogger betrays me, but at least Zach Weinersmith understands me.
I hadn’t realized until now that cats on the internet also explains the Fermi paradox. Cats: not just annoying, but guilty of extraterrestrial genocide.
I just want you all to know that when I arrived at my mother’s house last night, she was wearing this t-shirt. Why aren’t you? She clearly recognizes the objective beauty of the item, so I don’t know what your problem is.
It’s morning here, so it’s probably safe to post this now. I read this article just before bed last night, and then I had a nightmare.
I dreamt that I walked into my classroom, and 50 pairs of eyes all turned to me, and they were all wearing Google Glass, and there were all these little red cyborg lights blinking at me. And there I was torn between the horror of my every word and expression being uploaded to Google’s servers, and…wanting one myself.
Don’t worry, though, I knew it was a dream, so I just flooded the whole room with salt water and shorted out their gadgets, and then I turned them all into mermaids and we…well, you don’t need to know.
But still! After the conversation about privacy yesterday, it was a bit worrisome.
