power of prayer

Believing that all healing comes from god, Dale and Leilani Neumann did what every good christian parent should do, they put their faith in god and asked him to heal their diabetic daughter.



Madeline "Kara" Neumann, 11, died last Sunday from an undiagnosed but treatable form of diabetes as her parents prayed for her to get better.

Her mother said she never expected her daughter to die.

No of course not. Leilani expected god to heal Kara. So she got down on her knees and prayed,

Oh mighty and powerful Apollo
we beseech you
stretch forth your mighty hand
and heal Kara, our beloved daughter.

But Kara was unworthy and Apollo turned his face from her. For her life was not worth sparing. The mouth of Hades was hungry for another soul and little Kara now wanders the fields of Elysium alone.

Everest, Wisconsin Metro Police Chief Dan Vergin (in the role of Pontius Pilate washing his hands) decided to leave the decision on whether or not to press charges against the parents up to the district attorney. After all, there was no intent to harm the child. "They didn't want their child to die. They thought what they were doing was the right thing. They believed up to the time she stopped breathing she was going to get better. They just thought it was a spiritual attack. They believed if they prayed enough she would get through it."

Kara's three siblings have been removed from the care of these good christian parents while the secular police force investigate their biblically proper, godly behavior.

Here lies Madeline "Kara" Neumann
Prayed to Death
by her own parents.
May she rest in peace.

redirect 5

My wonderful friend Thump has an excellent new post on her blog with further thoughts on Chantel Sebire's tragic dying. Chantel's death itself wasn't tragic. But the dying that she did. Heartrendingly awful.

Head over to Thump's blog for some excellent points about euthanasia and the dilemmas arising from it.

outstanding ability!

Can you imagine the amount of time they spent mastering this?



WOW!

this is even worse

Torture bothers me.

It's come up on my blog before, I've written about it, and if you've been here long enough, you know. It bothers me. Fictional torture, movie torture, jesus torture, cop torture, military torture, torture-torture.....it bothers me.

A friend recently sent me an email about the nutters in the Philippines who crucify themselves for easter. That's right, these fundy fuckwits actually reenact the crucifixion complete with the whipping, crown of thorns, and yes, nails pounded through hands and feet. *gack* I responded with an email agreeing that it was awful, but ribbing him for sending me pictures of the REAL thing.





SO why did I just assault your eyes with shit that bothers me so much?

Because today, over on Reed's blog I found something even worse.



I finished watching this clip with a sick stomach, tears in my eyes, and my hand over my mouth.

It is 9 minutes and 21 seconds of two smug cunts torturing young minds and is infinitely more awful then pictures of deluded morons that are rotting up my blog. (By the way, if these idiots can survive it why didn't jesus?)

These morons don't even have their story straight. They don't even know their own lies well enough to pull off a convincing argument to a semi-neutral journalist.

Could you make it through the 9 minutes 21 seconds? Or was it too much for you?

Just caught my own reflection in my laptop and I still have a disgusted look on my face. Wow do I look pissed.

Best log off and think of something pleasant. (Fortunately for me, thank you Protium and Thump! I have something extremely pleasant to think about!!!!!)

not the brightest bulb

I'm at such a loss as to how to even begin writing about this one.

The article made me laugh and shake my head in disbelief, but the guy is so gut wrenchingly stupid that I don't know how to do it justice.

Reuters reports a 35 year old man from Adelaide, Australia called the police to report that his house had been broken into and some of his cannabis plants had been stolen.

*palm-forehead*

Even the police must have been stunned by this guy's idiocy because they issued a very helpful public service announcement saying, "Members of the public are reminded that the growing of cannabis is not only illegal but can also attract other criminal activity such [sic]home break-ins and assaults,[sic]"

Reuters was so eager to get the article up and running that, at the very least, they left that comma hanging at the end. I don't know if dropping the word "as" was from the actual wording of the police statement or an error that got made in the rush to get such idiocy published first and fastest. Either way...

duh du-Duh duh DUUUHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

Quick test for you

Saw this over at Poodles Place, who heard it on the radio, who found it on You Tube.

Takes 1 minute 8 seconds.

Let me know how you do!!!!

a God sanctioned Easter Tragedy

The dog was diagnosed with an inoperable facial tumor, esthesioneuroblastoma, a rare form of cancer. Over the course of the next decade the tumor would burrow through the sinuses and nasal cavities, causing enormous swelling and facial distortion from inside to the point of forcing one or both of the eye sockets out of the head completely.

The pain would be excruciating.

I know there are pet owners and dog lovers that read my blog. And I know that Poodles recently had to make the decision to put one of her oldest dog down.

No creature deserves to suffer this hideous fate and any person with compassion wouldn't allow there dog to go through that growing agony, worsening day by day.

Except the diagnosis wasn't given to a dog. It was given to Chantel Sebire, a 52 year old French woman.



She has a pleasant smile and bright eyes, and looks like the kind of nice lady you'd see working in an office somewhere.

But what she has gone through for the last EIGHT YEARS with the condition I described up above is horrific. The poor lady has suffered unimaginable pain as her face was twisted and distorted by the tumor.

Morphine, which could have been used for pain relief, had side-effects that were worse than the pain.

On Monday, a court in the city of Dijon rejected Sebire's request to be allowed to receive a lethal dose of barbiturates under a doctor's supervision.

It refused the request for doctor-assisted suicide because of French law and out of concern for medical ethics.

We will put our pets "out of their misery" but not allow the same for a fellow human being.

And what really shits me is their "concern for medical ethics". WTF? Were they just curious to see how big the tumor would get? How much pain a person can handle before going stark raving mad? What about "do no harm"??? Well that tumor was harming on a moment by moment basis. If you can't remove it, and the patient, coherent and in her right mind, is pleading with you to end it, how can you look at her and say "no!"?????????

LOOK AT HER!


She was turned into a Cantina patron because "medical ethics" and French law demanded it. Not only was her face disfigured and causing her agony, she was also blind and could not smell or taste. Of her condition as of February 28th she said, "Some of my bones are eaten into. I don't have upper and lower jaws anymore,".

What quality of life did she have?

When she received the news on Monday, Chantel refused to take no for an answer. She said she would not appeal the decision rendered Monday and that she would find life-terminating drugs through other means.

"I now know how to get my hands on what I need and if I don't get it in France, I will get it elsewhere," she said.

Chantal Sebire was found dead in her apartment on Wednesday afternoon, leaving behind 3 children aged 29, 27 and 13.

She was FOUND. She didn't die peacefully with her children around her, under a doctor's care and supervision. She was found. Alone in her apartment. Presumably by her own choice. Certainly alone.

late night blog post

Maybe it's because it's 1:16am and I can't get to sleep, but I find myself wanting to heckle my spam mail.

Just the heading and the info. you can see without opening it.

From: realtor
Subject: I want to buy your house
message size: 1k

ummmmmmmm.... here's a thought dipshit. If you are really a realtor and you really want to buy my house (do I own one?) try leading with a name not a job title.

Does anybody know what the hell the point of spam is?

I mean seirously WTF do the people sending this stuff get out of it?

Is there money in spam?

Maybe the boggling of this little conundrum will put me to sleep.

Night all! :)

Smart Ass Meme

The rules...
1- post the rules
2- answer the "unanswerable questions" using your skills as a smart ass
3- tag the smart asses you know to do the same
4- post a list of the unanswered questions at the end of the post for the convenience of the smart asses you tag

Why doesn't Tarzan have a beard? He scrapes it off with his father's knife.

Why do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries are flat? Because sometimes it helps!

Why do banks charge a fee on "insufficient funds" when they know there is not enough? 'Cause they're feckin' baaaaahstahds!

Why do Kamikaze pilots wear helmets? government regulations and insurance purposes

Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but check when you say the paint is wet? 'cause touchin' wet paint feels cool!

Whose idea was it to put an "S" in the word "lisp"? Onomotopeia- it's the sound the poor bastards make when they try to talk

What is the speed of darkness? the speed of light +.0001 as darkness flees from light

Why is it that people say they "slept like a baby" when babies wake up every two hours? because when the baby is actually asleep, they are cherubic and angellic and sleep in total trust that the world is a safe place.

Are there specially reserved parking spaces for "normal" people at the Special Olympics? Nup! They carravan in the normals on the short bus.

If the temperature is zero outside today and it's going to be twice as cold tomorrow, how cold will it be? cold enough to freeze your knackers off

Do married people live longer than single ones or does it only seem longer? yes

How is it that we put man on the moon before we figured out it would be a good idea to put wheels on luggage? who says they are a good idea?

Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put money in binoculars to look at things on the ground? because they want to see the loogie land.

Who was the first person to look at a cow and say, "I think I'll squeeze these pink dangly things here, and drink whatever comes out?" Mr. Mammary

Who was the first person to say, "See that chicken there... I'm gonna eat the next thing that comes outta it's bum." an egg head

Why do toasters always have a setting so high that could burn the toast to a horrible crisp, which no decent human being would eat? nurses in the Emergency Room scrape burnt toast for the charcoal to absorb ingested drug overdoses

Why is there a light in the fridge and not in the freezer? because you don't snack out of the freezer in the middle of the night

Why do people point to their wrist when asking for the time, but don't point to their bum when they ask where the bathroom is? ummmm... you're not supposed to point to your bum?

Why does your Obstetrician, Gynaecologist leave the room when you get undressed if they are going to look up there anyway? to continue the illusion that you have some privacy. same reason for the drape during the procedure

Why does Goofy stand erect while Pluto remains on all fours? They're both dogs ! Because Goofy has evolved beyond the four legged stance.

If quizzes are quizzical, what are tests? annoying.

If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from vegetables, then what is baby oil made from? glycerin

If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons? no, but they think it does

Why do the Alphabet song and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star have the same tune? because early primary school teachers had to play them on the piano... two birds....

Do illiterate people get the full effect of Alphabet Soup? noodles are noodles

Did you ever notice that when you blow in a dog's face, he gets mad at you, but when you take him on a car ride, he sticks his head out the window? have you smelled your breath recently?

Does pushing the elevator button more than once make it arrive faster? nope, just something to do





I TAG THE FOLLOWING SMART ASSES TO TACKLE THE FOLLOWING QUESTIONS:
Xavier Onassis
Protium
Thump Thump Eyes
Richard
Poodles
Sean







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...THE UNANSWERED QUESTIONS...
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Why doesn't Tarzan have a beard?

Why do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries are flat?

Why do banks charge a fee on "insufficient funds" when they know there is not enough?

Why do Kamikaze pilots wear helmets?

Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but check when you say the paint is wet?

Whose idea was it to put an "S" in the word "lisp"?

What is the speed of darkness?

Why is it that people say they "slept like a baby" when babies wake up every two hours?

Are there specially reserved parking spaces for "normal" people at the Special Olympics?

If the temperature is zero outside today and it's going to be twice as cold tomorrow, how cold will it be?

Do married people live longer than single ones or does it only seem longer?

How is it that we put man on the moon before we figured out it would be a good idea to put wheels on luggage?

Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put money in binoculars to look at things on the ground?

Who was the first person to look at a cow and say, "I think I'll squeeze these pink dangly things here, and drink whatever comes out?"

Who was the first person to say, "See that chicken there... I'm gonna eat the next thing that comes outta it's bum."

Why do toasters always have a setting so high that could burn the toast to a horrible crisp, which no decent human being would eat?

Why is there a light in the fridge and not in the freezer?

Why do people point to their wrist when asking for the time, but don't point to their bum when they ask where the bathroom is?

Why does your Obstetrician, Gynaecologist leave the room when you get undressed if they are going to look up there anyway?

Why does Goofy stand erect while Pluto remains on all fours? They're both dogs !

If quizzes are quizzical, what are tests?

If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from vegetables, then what is baby oil made from?

If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?

Why do the Alphabet song and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star have the same tune?

Do illiterate people get the full effect of Alphabet Soup?

Did you ever notice that when you blow in a dog's face, he gets mad at you, but when you take him on a car ride, he sticks his head out the window?

Does pushing the elevator button more than once make it arrive faster?

Top o' the Mornin' to Ya!

Hard rockin', bass thumpin' bag pipes! Whoda thunk it?
Feckin' AWESOME!!!! WOOHOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And a very
Happy St. Patrick's Day
to everyone!

Richard- under alien influence

Richard left a new comment on my blog.

It was... ummmmmm.... very atypical of him.

I am afraid we've been having a deleterious influence on him.

Aunt Kate... if you're still peeking in on my blog, inspite of my occassional use of the "f" word... I feel I must apologize for this dastardly effect on your nephew. It wasn't my intention to contaminate him with worldly thoughts or besmerch his sterling reputation or muddy his pristine vocabulary.

Honest!

*blush*

You know.... he even sent me an email today recommending a christian homeschooling blog... to me. Really!!!!! I was shocked.
*snerk*

Thought it was a deer!

A New Zealander in his mid 50's (name withheld to protect the guilty innocent) took his two teenage daughters' boyfriends deer hunting in the NZ bush country near Napier on the east coast of the North Island.

***WARNING!!!***
***WARNING!!!***
WHOOOP WHOOP!

If your high school sweetheart's daddy offers to take you and his other daughter's boyfriend out into the bush for some "special male bonding time", you might want to rethink your plans for the weekend.

Being the smart folks that you are... I probably don't even need to finish telling you what happened.

Being the blogger that I am, you know I'm going to.

Isn't it great how well we know each other??? :D

So... it's the wee hours of the morning and Dad has gotten everybody up well before the crack of dawn to get out and set up the salt licks for the deer blinded by lust at the start of "the roar".

"Junior! Get your arse into those bushes and see if you can find any evidence of deer in the area."

"Sure Pop! Hyup, hyup. Whatever you say!"

"There's a good lad!"

KABLAAAAM!!!!!!

"One down, one to go. MWAHAHAAHAHAH!!!"

RUN FOREST! RUN!!!!!!

That's right. Dad accipurposely shot and killed boyfriend number one.

Whoops!

Police haven't decided if they are going to press charges.

Thump Thump Eyes- Guest Blogger

Our Thump Thump Eyes has just put up a fabulous comment over on my post Jesus' Ultimate Sacrifice. Head on over if you'd like to read it in context. Otherwise, here is her comment to Reg...

Fiery said... "Reg- At the time those gods on Protium's list ruled they were believed in by the majority of the people in their lands. But as with all gods, their reigns end, their power fades and they are forgotten"

Never totally forgotton! Reg I know you see the babble as truth, but really pal you gotta get a handle on the concept of allegory.

Some salient points of interest from the previous gods allegories were always kept and absorbed by the next heads of the main power structure and woven into new stories/allegories.

They knew they needed to facillitate their introductory indoctrination of the sheeple to snare their faith and devotion. Needed to give them new rules to live by and made sure to be heavy on the fear of retribution to keep them believing. They cleverly adjusted the old stories to suit their new goals...and reintroduced them to the sheeple, and tortured and killed those who didnt conform, easy.

Simple eh, go for it Reg, look into it, do some serious research on the old gods, the old myths and dont forget the old symbols...and come back and tell us how embarrassed you are to realise its all just a series of well designed allegories to control your behaviour and scare you into keeping the faith. Allegories, I might remind you, written an awful long time ago. Made up and written by humans, stories of humans and how they should behave in many situations, again...written by humans to control other humans!

So, the story of jeebus appeals to you, he's your hero. You were probably cleverly and cruelly indoctrinated as a child so you base your thoughts and actions upon the old allegories, just as they were intended. Only thing is you were also shown by your indoctrination that your priest/preacher can cherry pick the ones he decides are suitable, leaving out the ones that he doesnt like, doing his own editing of gods word. Just as many have done over the centuries, edited to their own desires.

Your desire is to be seen as a man like jeebus, good and kind, a model man, something to really aim for. Its certainly not easy to live up to those standards, but I imagine you strive towards that goal. I imagine you are not perfect. I imagine you have imperfections which probably annoy you. I imagine you wonder why you cant be that perfect jeebus kind of man, given all that striving, but your cloak of faith, draped over you since childhood continues to blind you and demands that you unquestioningly continue to strive towards the unattainable goal.

Unattainable goals create frustrations which lead to irrational thinking...irrational thinking leads to irrational deeds. Irrational deeds that wouldnt have come about without the unattainable goals set by the fanciful stories of all the religious books! Irrational deeds are committed to keep the faith alive, torture, death and mayhem on a grand scale across the ages designed and constructed by humans to control humans.

Well put Thump, I am very fortunate to have such wonderful people commenting on my blog. :)

cats breed laziness

Awwwwww look at my beautiful Neeks.

How can I get anything done when she's sitting on the book I'm in the middle of working with????

Her and her tail wrapped so prettily around her little cat tootsies. She's just the sweetest thing ever!

And I'm back to worshipping the sun again. Oh Sol how I adore basking in your warmth. And sweet Neeks is right there with me, stretched in the warm patches of light coming through our living room window.

MMMmmmmEEEeeeeeeOOOoooooWWWWWwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!

* PS- Yes those are christmas mugs on my kitchen table, and no you may NOT raz me about not having the christmas decorations taken down completely, the whole point of this post is Cats = Laziness!!!!!


Here is my son helping hold the tree branches looking for all the world like the most adorable tree top. :) And I'll have you know that pic was taken YONKS ago. Way back on February 26th so nyah! :P

*snerk*

a proposal gone awry

Lefkos Hajji, a London floor fitter, wanted to propose to his girlfriend. He saves up and buys her a $12,000 engagement ring. Holy shit! $12,000!!!!!! TWELVE THOUSAND DOLLARS!!!! I want to be a floor fitter in London and have $12,000 to buy my girlfriend an engagement ring DAYUM!!!!!!

Ok, that dream obviously has issues, I don't even know how what types of floors require fitters.

Anyway, Lefkos didn't want to do the same ole same ole and just get down on one knee with the velvet covered ring box in hand. Oh no! Nothing that obvious. So...being the clever bloke that he is, Lefkos decided to be creative with the proposal and had the florist hide the engagement ring inside of a helium filled balloon so he could hand her a pin and literally "pop the question".

...

...

You don't need me to finish the story for you to know where this goes, right?

Have you ever seen a child leave a restaurant with a free balloon gripped tightly in their hand only to drop it before you even get to the car?

Lefkos cried harder than a toddler as he watched $12,000 fly somewhere over the rainbow, waaaaaaaaaaay up high.

whoops!

I wonder if he will be nominated for an honorable mention in the Darwin awards since he's never going to get any from Leanne again...ever!

spring thaw

Can you see the icicle lights still hanging behind the icicles themselves?

Sure was cool to see and only had a moment to stop and snap the pic with my cellphone camera.

Today it's 55*F/15*C in the sun and 20*F/-10*C in the shade.

Pat Condell: Appeasing Islam

Islam: it's not equal, it's inferior.



One of his very best.

cowboy wisdom

A tough old cowboy from Dillon, Montana, counseled his grandson that if he wanted to live a long life, the secret was to sprinkle a pinch of gun powder on his oatmeal every morning.

The grandson did this religiously to the ripe old age of 103.

When he died at the ripe old age of 103, he left behind: 14 children, 30 grandchildren, 45 great-grandchildren, 25 great-great-grandchildren and a 15 foot hole where the the crematorium used to be.

*SNERK*

Joe- Guest Blogger

Normally I go to Joe's Big Blog and enjoy funny pictures and road trips. But this time, Joe has genuinely out done himself with this fabulous post he called Magic Words.

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I came up with this a while ago and I guess I haven't yet blogged about it. What are the "magic words."

Well, I think that they're words that we need to hear from certain other people. Words of love, words of commitment, words of affirmation, words of loyalty. Those kinds of words.

We need to hear them from our parents to affirm our bonds with our parents. We hear these words so we can be secure in the belief that we're not disappointments to our parents.

We need to hear them from our spouse or significant other. The words reaffirm the vows we may have made, in marriage or not.

We need to hear them from our children, to affirm the quality of parenting we put forth and to affirm the bond with our children that we affirmed with our parents.

I know people who go their whole lives longing to hear the magic words from their parents and never do. Its devastating to wish with all your heart to hear the words from your mother or father and be constantly denied. Even when your parents die, you still long to hear the magic words and the disappointment you feel clouds all other relationships you may have.

Siblings, marriage, children, all suffer when you don't hear the magic words from your parents.

I too needed to hear the magic words, from my first wife. The crushing blow of her cheating on me was compounded by not hearing the magic words. Even when I tried it with her again I still didn't hear what I needed to hear. It was during that time of life that it hit me. I was never, ever going to her the magic words from Kim and as long as I allowed myself to long for them I was surrendering control over my very sense of self to her. When we parted ways I realized I no longer needed to hear the magic words from Kim and I had regained the power over my sense of self.

I see this in people around me. They long to hear it and never do. It clouds the relationship they have with that person, and damages those around them. It becomes painful to be close to someone with that much longing in their hearts for the magic words.

Look within yourself. Does what I write make any sense to you, or am I full of shit at 4 o'clock in the morning. Is the lack of magic words hurting you in your present relationships? Remember, only you have the power to free yourself from those bonds. If I could do it, you can too. Think about it.

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Exceptionally well done Joe! Very profound and something that each person needs to know not only about themselves but about their significant other- What magic words do YOU need to hear?

Jesus' ultimate sacrifice

I find torture to be a horrible abomination. The idea of other people even being capable of deliberately hurting fellow human beings is mind boggling to me. And upon further reflection, maybe that is part of the problem. Maybe they no longer or never thought of them AS human beings.

I find it difficult just fishing a sliver out of my child's finger, and the idea of deliberately hurting another is utterly repugnant to me. Torture is something that has given me nightmares since I was a little kid when I first watched Jesus of Nazareth as a tv movie. I can only imagine the psychological damage inflicted on young people by Mel Gibson's S&M piece the Passion of the Christ. And anyone with that movie in their favorites has issues in my book.

Unfortunately for me, my mind is drawn to torture, it captures images and bits and pieces of information on it and I find it nearly impossible to purge them from my mind. When I am least expecting them, memories of these little bits and pieces that I have picked up over the years float to the surface and my mind will turn them over and over. Because I know this about myself, I tend to avoid adding anything new to the pot. I know enough about it to know that I really don't need fresh pieces to .... well.... torture myself with... if you will. So this post for me, walks a pretty fine line.

It's not just about torture, though that is, of course, part of it. It is the idea of God's sacrifice of his son Jesus and specifically the nature of that sacrifice that I've been thinking about lately.

It is a subject that has been dealt with on other websites and was even brought up in a recent discussion with Jason & Trevor here on my blog. It is also one that I have not really addressed fully as an atheist.

The first place that really got me thinking about the details of God's sacrifice was Russel's Teapot an online cartoon.



Ah yes God's amazing sacrifice of his beloved son via crucifixion (a miserable death indeed, I don't think anyone would argue that). Poor git was beaten with a whip, smacked around, spit on, had a crown of thorns smashed onto his head, forced into heavy labor after all of this, and then nailed up on a cross where he then died.

But here's the real kicker... when did he die? Oh yes.. later that day!!!! So... his misery didn't last for several days, certainly not years, but rather hours.



One of the things that has recently started to bother me is the constant harping that crucifixion is the most excruciating way to die. That somehow no one else in all of history died a more painful death then the son of God.



Which.... being the type of person who can remember details of torture included in movies years after watching them, I'd have to say, "Nup! Not the worst way to go." In fact a quick google search produced this website. While I've been working on this post, the website has been open in a tab for two days now. 55 Hours to Live...It's a Slow Death. It deals with the Spanish Inquisition and details the fact that some of the heretics were kept in prison for decades and tortured the entire time by religious people doing it to save their immortal soul.



It would be nice to think that stuff like that only happened in our distant past and that we've evolved beyond that sort of behavior. Unfortunately there are organizations like Amnesty International needed even today to deal with egregious human rights violations...crimes against humanity.



This "ultimate" sacrifice was done to save sinners from a hell that GOD created knowing full well to the last soul how many people would end up spending eternity frying in it's depths.

The hell meant to punish us for a sin that God KNEW was going to happen, and yet still he planted the tree, still allowed the snake to talk to Eve. In fact God knew there was going to be a problem back when he created Lucifer in the first place. And yet, he still proceeded. WHY?????

Now according to some traditions Jesus actually descended into hell for 3 days and experienced the utter torment awaiting the unrepentant there following final judgment (Or however the hell it is supposed to play out in "the end"). Three days? Three whole days???? Ohhhhhhhhhh big deal. What about those who will be condemned to burn for an eternity???

And Jesus has been sitting up in paradise for 1970 odd years now. So what exactly was the sacrifice again????



Special thanks to Normal Bob Smith for the use of his fabulous cartoons from his series "Satan's Salvation".

only down under

Aussies. Gotta love 'em. :D

Drugs Kill Fewer People Than Booze and Fags.

If only I was a cartoonist. I would love to draw this one. Damn Fags runnin' around killin' people. It's bad enough they've corrupted Booze but at least Drugs has managed to hold out against the corrupting influence of the Fags.

Makes you wonder about the War on Drugs though doesn't it? Ohhhh ohhhhh!!! I know!!!!! Maybe we should start a War on Fags. Maybe we should outlaw Fags and keep people safe from their vile and disgusting ways.

Wait... Didn't we try that once already? Something called... Prohibition.

Nah. We wouldn't repeat ourselves like that would we? First the War on Booze (mafia) then the War on Drugs (drug czars), the really successful War on Terror (Haliburton), why not a War on Fags. I'll bet that will be at least .001% more effective then the other 3 combined! WOOHOO!!!! More government protection please!

Jesus held hostage

Blatantly poached from Reed's blog.

laughter: the best medicine

I was standing by the kitchen table drinking a glass of orange juice and saw my fundy neighbor walk by.

I had to firmly restrain myself from having the following exchange with him....

Fiery: Hey Kenny!

Ken: Yeah?

Fiery: Are you still praying for us?

Ken: Of course! Every day.

Fiery: IT'S NOT WORKING!!!!!

*snerk*

Protium was right

How to explain....

Relationships aren't easy. Especially when you do things in the wrong order, like having a child before you've finished growing up yourself.

It's horrible to be in a position where somebody wants you to be something you're not and when you finally realize that they can't be that for you then you have to decide if you stay or move on.

But transitions are horrid rocky things and with my personality... well.... I can sometimes over react.

Life is in transition right now and I don't know where or how things will end up.

Yes I'll continue to blog, Protium would never forgive me if I quit :) and from the lovely comments here others would be disappointed as well.

What I need to do is pull my head out of my arse and do what needs doing. The problem is that I didn't want to do it alone. But now I realize that alone is the only way things are going to get done. So... alone it is.

But not without my blog. :) Or the wonderful people I've met in the blogosphere.

*hugs* to all my wonderful friends out there.

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