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Simply too good not to reblog. JZ brings the smack down from on high on our religiously deluded friends. Read it all, propagate the post widely, and let loose the rational atheist argumentative dogs of war!
Let there be no doubt whatsoever, to the Yahwehist – the practicing Jew, the Christian and the Muslim – whose entirereligiousfaith rides E X C L U S I V E L Y on the historical validity of the Pentateuch this quote from Israel’s oldest daily Newspaper, Hareetz, is murderously troublesome in two torturously uncomfortable ways. Firstly, it announces without fanfare what’s been known within archaeological and scholarly circles for well over two generations: the entire Jewish foundation narrative is a myth, and characters such as Moses are nothing but inventive fiction knitted together to service the geopolitical needs and territorial longings of Judah after the fall of Mamlekhet Yisra’el (Kingdom of Israel) in 722 BCE. Secondly, and phenomenally more importantly, the author concedes in the last line that the field of biblical archaeology has not only flat-lined, but is now beyond hope of resuscitation.
Now it might…
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The West Wing, ever so often, managed to perfectly capture the crazy paradoxical nature of the human condition. Watch and experience the juxtaposition so masterfully done in this short clip.
How can any day be a day of joy when some 20,000 children will die of preventable causes. Oh sure, we pull it off – we ignore, we distance, we glaze over the baleful reality that would ‘ruin’ our festive spirits. It is a supposedly happy time year, yet the rate of suicide always spikes during the holiday. We entertain ourselves, ostensibly to be happy, but what is this happiness that is procured while fleeing headlong from the misery that defines the condition of collective humanity. The (un)funny thing about the whole situation is that unless one takes the time to think about the paradox of the season (and life) it un-gently fades into the background; yet, the dissonance remains, like a middle C and F# played repeatedly without resolution (try it on the next keyboard that crosses your path, it is really a henky sound).
Why should one bother with those grating notes in the background, when so much is done to wash them away? I mean, why not subscribe to the ‘life is great for me, let’s live in moment’ and all that. We should insert the cliche examined vs. unexamined life bit here to make this sappy holiday soliloquy complete. :)
(ed. Funny, I made a typo in that last sentence instead of “let’s live” I had produced “let’s lie”… )
This, like much of my writing, is vaguely contemplative, but mostly hot air generated in one of the many cavities in my skull. Given my predilection to rage-hate philosophical word-wanke I hope, gentle readers, that I have not strayed to far into that particular territory.
Rather; let us together find some small sliver kinship and solidarity with our tri-tone reality (that C/F# thingie), and try to reconnect with those qualities that make us good human beings – empathy, altruism and charity – for every season.
And yes, a Happy Holiday wish to all our readership here on DWR, and all the best in the New Year. So sayeth the happy cat.
That friends, is my garage featuring an intrepid thermometer that is presently losing the legibility battle.
Ah, the first winter storm of the season. This is the view from the Earth and Atmospheric Sciences Building at the University of Alberta.
Home run…’nuff said.
“FreeXXXpics”.
It’s a search I get all the time, and each and every time it pops up on sitemeter
I want to scream at the top of my lungs.
A few weeks ago I was sitting at my desk sipping gingerly on my hot cup of coffee. I popped into sitemeter to log the searches and there it was again, “FreeXXXpics” my hand trembled and my smile turned into a frown of wrath and fury. What was it about this particular phrase that sent shockwaves through me?
I very nearly threw my coffee cup at the wall that day, so enraged was I by the search. Clearly, this shit was getting to me. Several days later, I took my burnout time but now I’m back again and the phrase is still haunting me. So, this morning amidst the chaos of homeschooling, networking for the rape campaign, researching and so on…
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It is thoroughly amusing to watch discern4 commentate on a pair of thoroughly delusional Chick Tracts. The tracks focus on the topics of rock and roll music and a topic that apparently has me hellbound for sure, and that would role playing games aka Dungeons and Dragons. It is amazing what deluded people think is toxic and horribly wrong. What is even more scary is seeing it codified and distilled into a pure form of fear based propaganda.
I found the last part of the video disturbing as discern4 relates a story about how he had his own cleansing bonfires in which he burnt the works of Satan – video game advertisements from a gaming magazine, and a Christian book about Witchcraft(!). I generalize this episode to the horror inflicted on children who are taught stories of hellfire, demons and damnation; as if they actually existed. These so called “Biblical truths” are such a grand collection of half-baked pigshit encrusted goose-featherings – that on their very best day they make not a whit of sense – it is this delusional mendacity of these “truths” that has the power to ruin peoples’ lives.
It is unconscionable.
And for what? Propping up a creaky system of beliefs that does not conform with reality? Laying claim to ignorance as if it were some sort of meritorious badge of honour? My mouth dries with disdain when I see the biblical language crop up, my blood pressure rises when the religious, with that infuriating supplicating temerity, dare to lecture on the topic of morality. Gaaah!
But enough of my rant , enjoy the video. :) (bonus points if you catch the racism regarding rhythmical instruments.)
When I learned Lilith was dying, I felt like my heart was going to implode. The only thing that seemed to keep enough outward pressure was knowing that there would be another cat to love after she was gone, so I became the cause of probably 25% of the web traffic for the local Humane Society, looking for just the right cat to be next in my heart. There were two candidates originally, both selected because their profiles mentioned them getting along well with other cats. One got adopted in less than a week, long before Lilith vacated her position; the other just lingered and lingered and I couldn’t figure out why when she was so pretty and was described as totally sweet.
After Lilith died, I went to the Humane Society and met this candidate, and she snuggled into my arms and scent marked my cheek with hers. I fell all googly-eyed in love. Arb sighed melancholically because more cats means more vacuuming, and this one is long-haired and all white. Love prevailed, and I brought her home last night and named her Fiona.
Here are her first moments exploring the room where we’re keeping her while she and V-Kitten get to know one another by hissing under the door.
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