Thank the Gods for narcotics.
I had surgery Tuesday and have slept for about 38 of the last 48 hours. I am just coming around now enough to appreciate the pain pills I am on. I am alert enough to understand only the simplest things…
I have not looked at the world for the past two days but as it hurts to move at all, I know it is still here in some form.
I will contemplate the following while I strive to regain consciousness.
For now I am enjoying the warm and fuzzy. Be back soon.
If that is all he’s got then I am sticking with atheism. Jesus in the folds of clothes?
I can’t wait. Fix the pain, keep the mobility, and set off metal detectors in airports. Oh, and a few weeks worth of percocet.
That is all. Carry on.
Or following the logic of 9/11 we will be bombing Morocco.
It seems that the fellow that tried blowing up the plane Christmas day was from Nigeria and has ties to al Qaeda. As the hijackers on September 11 were mostly from Saudi Arabia and we bombed Afghanistan, it is only logical that we will now go after some country that is not involved in this episode and bomb them for the next eight years, occupy them, install a puppet government and claim it is in the interest of our national security to do so. The next president will feel compelled to escalate the conflict because we are already there and he won’t want to look weak. Private security groups will reap billions in contracts and the defense contractors will get even richer.
Or, we may just focus on Nigeria.
Don’t forget. Nigeria has oil.
Because stupidity is inherently funny.
Perhaps the only purpose of their lives is to serve as a warning to others….
Just when I go through my moment of disillusionment and self doubting, I am given motivation to continue to carry the torch and shine the light on the dark recesses of our collective conundrums and the people who make life worse for us all.
Glen Beck, and his cry-on-demand schtick, coupled with his virulent racism and bat shit crazy conspiracies has been given an even bigger forum by Fox News after CNN took his more restrained one away. It seems that his brand of crazy has won him the honor of being Salon‘s Crazy of the Year award.
2009 will be remembered as the year that one man’s craziness gripped America with fear
The staff and readers of Salon had a big debate over choosing Glenn Beck our “Crazy Person of the Year.” As we stated in the introduction to “The Year in Crazy,” we disqualified certain media stars — Rush Limbaugh, Bill O’Reilly — and some GOP leaders — Sarah Palin and Liz Cheney — whose crazy behavior was purely opportunistic. We rejected prominent people who had a crazy belief or two — Whoopi Goldberg casting doubt on the moon landing — but didn’t seem driven by crazy.
Only one man was crazy enough to possibly trick us. Only one man stood on a media platform comparable to O’Reilly’s and Limbaugh’s, and delivered a crazy shtick that was so over the top that sometimes you’d say: He doesn’t believe any of this, right? The tears, the shaking, the hysteria — it’s all an act, right? And sometimes you’d say, “Get the nets, Fox News!”
Yes, that man is Glenn Beck, and we come down on the side of “Get the nets!” An overview of Beck’s career shows that his success is equal parts talent, timing, cruelty and crazy.
Of course the scales tip heavy on the side of cruelty and crazy. Feel free to read the piece, but my hat is off to Salon for their choice in choosing this certifiable lunatic and voice of the Tea Party as their Crazy of the Year. By proxy, I suppose, as he is their go to guy for crazy ideas, the members of that movement should get an honorable mention.
I can hardly wait for the insanity that he dishes up in year two of Obama’s presidency.
Never mind the money, I want to see the data.
Another retarded Catholic leader does his best to keep his flock in the Dark Ages:
Terminal illness such as cancer can be cured by prayer, the head of the Catholic Church in Australia says.
But Catholic Archbishop of Sydney Cardinal George Pell admits such cures, like the miracle attributed to Mary MacKillop, is obviously rare.
Yeah, cause God follows the NFL and loves to reward receivers that catch passes and point to the sky in between laughing His ass off at all of the starving people on the planet.
“Yes obviously (cancer can be cured by prayer),” Cardinal Pell told ABC Television on Monday.
“And there are quite a number of examples in the books.”
Might it be imprudent of me to ask at this point to show me “the books” and the supporting data?
I have a friend who has an infant grandchild that has brain cancer. She asked me to join her pray for her grandchild Facebook page. As much as I wish that things will work out for the little guy, how do you tell somebody in that situation that prayer is only self-serving? In the first place, if there is a God to pray to that gives a shit, then why did It give the child cancer in the first place. That would be the part of “God’s Plan” that one hears so much about. Is it a popularity contest with God then where only those who get the most prayers get cured? Prayer does nothing but make the person praying feel better. Or as it has been said, prayer is the act of doing nothing and feeling like your helping.
Perpetuating this nonsense only prolongs our planets bondage with ignorance. But of course, that is what the Catholic Church is all about. If their flock thought rationally then they would lose their cash cow and have to work for a living. And we know they aren’t about to start that.