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The Bible – Day 1 (2/2)

I totally forgot to show the rating system I thought up for religious text. They’ve been swirling around in my mind and I need to put it down to paper (you know what I mean). It’s somewhat like my anime reviews (which I really need to get back on- I absolutely loved making gifs and such from the anime I watched, but alas, I only have so much time with internet each day and I like to play too many online games.No! No more おすすめゲーム!)

Anyway, the rating system. Like any good one, categories come in fives, including the rating of 1 (poor) – 5 (pretty sweet). My five are Plot (how interesting whatever is going on here), Credibility (how likely whatever is going on actually happened- and of course this is based on a number of factors such based on history, science, and my own logic), Reliability (Many people have called the Bible timeless and unchanging, always applicable. Here I think, is it? Even if it’s interesting and true, can we count on it to apply to our own lives?), Clarity (Even if it is interesting, true, and applicable to our own lives, can we count on mostly everyone getting the same idea from the scripture- this is also contingent on whether or not other scriptures contradict the ones in question), Reality (So the piece is interesting, true, applicable and clear- but how have Christians treated the pieces in question? For example, adultery is one of the Ten Commandments and yet we treat adulterers with a more sympathetic eye- and that goes on to those who steal and covet. This is the most interesting part of the Bible and its influence on the real world, and is mostly affected outside of the Bible. When it wasn’t a question that everyone and their mother was Christian, we were still hanging 17-year-olds for, like, stealing horses. Reality is so much different from then!)

Alright, today-ish we have Genesis 2-3. This is actually still part of Day 1, but the days are more for me than anyone else.

Okay. Genesis 2-3

  • Plot – 5, for I’ve always read this far, as any good Christian has
  • Credibility – 1, BWAHAHAHA
  • Reliability – 2, bwahahahaha, but then  you think on the reality
  • Clarity – 0, explained below
  • Reality – 4, Despite the middle scores, there are still people who say, it was Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve

2:1 – “Thus the heavens and the earth were completed in all their vast array.”


2:5  – “and no shrub of the field had yet appeared on the earth (footnote says, or land)” – So was Earth completed or not???!!! Is this a flashback?? Explain! CLARITY PLEASE!

2:18 – So God tries to make a suitable helper for Adam and, what, fails with the first beasts the Adam names (at least in the following verse, proper English is used: “Now the Lord God had formed out of the ground all the beasts of the field and all the birds of the air.” And then they were brought before Adam, who named them. If this is the beginning, does that mean he named only those in existence, or new species as well?). Why didn’t he just make woman in the first place? And why doesn’t he just breathe in the dust and make a woman? Ah, the goat-keepers had to make sure that they show why woman must be subservient to men, I suppose- but there is no reason for a god to do such.

– Why the serpent. Why does it talk. Can the other animals talk? Any of them say to Eve, don’t listen to that no leg having son of no one (just like the rest of us)! But, whatevs, a serpent. How come he wants to fuck with Eve and Adam? Where did he get his ideas from? Is he evil? Crafty? Where did he learn his craftiness from???

3:6 – Hold one goddamn minute. “yadda yadda yadda…she took some and ate it. She also gave some to her husband, who was with her, and he ate it.” I don’t know about y’all, but this sounds as if Adam was right next to Eve. Didn’t even seem as if she said a word! And why was this tree made?

Why was the tree of life and knowledge even made? Can’t he just let people live and know, or the opposite? I mean, he’s finding people’s keys and winning Superbowls, and letting millions starve to death and little kids suffocate underneath blankets or when they’re on their stomach SO WHY THIS NEEDLESS TROUBLE? This is where omnibenevolence and omniscience gets confusing because this just doesn’t make seeeense.

3:14-15 – The serpent doesn’t eat dust, and as far as anyone knows, they aren’t particularly bothered by crawling on their belly. And we also have snakes as pets… 16 – Increase your pains? So it was already going to be painful? Desire will be for the husband? Ok sure that works (lesbians weren’t invented yet, I suppose). He will rule over you- oh yes, the goatmen liked this part.

24 – so he blocked the way back in to Eden. So there should be a gate guarded by cherubim with a flaming sword (uuuummmm sword? Were those invented yet? Why not a gun or cannon or laser?).

What’s interesting to me about this is that many Christians are pretty set that this happened. But there is so much to think about before believing this out of hand, especially in this age of technology. If you’re wondering how can planes like Egyptair disappear, ask where the Garden of Eden is.




What if God(s) wasn’t omniscient? Omnipotent? Omnibenevolent?!

When making up their religions, I always was confused at how so many people didn’t think things through. What were so many people’s hang-ups with making up a god that was all-good, all-powerful, and all-knowing?

Of course, the making up of religions was to make it believable, or at least hard to disbelieve. How easy is it to believe when you’re aware of the possibility of the alternative: eternity in hell? And really that’s the first step, that’s all it takes- I might get some horrible consequence to this belief. Or, on the flip side, why deny an eternity of everlasting peace? That sounds pretty awesome, so why not jump on that gold-covered bandwagon? If this god is so good, why pass this up?

But still, you can make up a pretty believable god without all the fantastical wrappings- I find the Hindu, Greek, and Shinto gods to all be much more believable than a single omniscient, omnibenelovent, omnipotent being. These gods are fickle but powerful, and do shit for themselves and against each other, and they might indulge in a human or civilization just for shits and giggles. They have no plan, just living life and enjoying being worshiped by whoever is around. That makes more sense with the amount of ‘evil’ in this world, or natural disasters, or how nonbelievers are treated or non-knowing-persons are treated. Nothing really bad, as long as you’re not too awful. If any god or gods existed, a group of powerful beings amusing their own fancies would match the world we see on a daily basis.

BUT NO- the most popular gods in existence are a few so-called omnipotent, omnibenevolent, omniscient gods, working singularly for the betterment of all mankind (and among them, gods that are doing this with an Apocalypse in the horizon which entails a point where the human race is -mostly?- beyond help, so what was that god’s purpose until then?).

My hangup is this: you can’t have an all-powerful-good-knowing god. I would say you can’t even have two of the three, and if there is only one left, omnibenevolent is NOT it. Omnibenevolent are those peeps who would rather have themselves killed before harming another being, directly or indirectly.  There ain’t a lot of them (prolly ’cause they don’t live long ahhahahahah- I’m terrible, I know). There were motherfuckers that lit themselves on fire in protest. Humans have this tendency to commit suicide if we feel that we’re too much of a burden. That’s benevolence.

If a popular god had even eighth of the power its believers say it has, and knows at a singular point in time that a baby was going to suffocate in its blanket, and was omnibenelovent- that baby would live. But NOPE, there’s multiple ads in the Health Department  on how to make sure your baby doesn’t die by accident- and shit, there’s still SIDS, because no omnibenelovent god(s) exist to protect your baby. (And please don’t give me that shit about how this baby’s survival was god’s little miracle and this SIDS-death baby had nothing to do with the supernatural, or Mama hadn’t said the appropriate amount of prayer to be heard by said god(s))

I can believe in an omnipotent-only god, who doesn’t give a shit, or who doesn’t know very well, and such. I can believe in an omniscient god, who knows, but can’t do anything, or doesn’t care. If an omnibenevolent god doesn’t have the intelligence or power to stop SIDS from capturing the life of a little one, why the fuck should I believe it has some beautiful paradise waiting for me? (hint: I don’t have to believe because there is no such god(dess))

But let’s put all three together, though, and we have a pure impossibility. Like 100 degree Celsius frozen water on Franklin Street. Or 2+2=800. It just can’t be so. Some ingredients in those phrases have to be wrong, or rubbish. Let’s take omni-3 god and ask it to make a burrito so large it can’t eat it. Or shit, make frozen water 100 degrees Celsius on Franklin street. Or hand someone two oranges, and then exactly two more oranges, and have the person with 800 oranges from it giving two, and then two more.

But shit, we don’t have to go into logical forays of the impossible. Omni-3 god exists, then SIDS shouldn’t be a factor, or starving children (I mean EVERYWHERE for ALL TIME-let’s remember there were famines before now because there wasn’t enough water or something), or diseases wiping out civilizations (because very few people do that shit on purpose, because so many people just didn’t fuckin’ know).  Unless omnibenevolent is something else when it comes to a god? All’s-well-that-ends-well? Except for the Antichrist coming and the Apocalypse in some cases? That somehow in gods(‘) mysterious way everything is good somehow?

Let’s take for example SIDS-dead-baby. The death of that baby is somehow good… And the allowance of Hitler to survive WWI and became the almost comically-evil antagonist instigator of WWII was good… We can’t see it because god is god. But if god was omnibenevolent, why would he let so many people suffer? Why make that stupid tree? Why such harsh punishments for something I wouldn’t even spank a child over? Why have the Antichrist and the End-of-the-World? Eternal suffering? Or even with all this, why do believers still have to suffer grief?

Why have humans grieve over something so amazingly great as dying and going to heaven? And there’s absolutely no way to help that shit- sure, original sin perhaps and our faulty bodies, but isn’t it hard to keep up a faith when people are dying all around you and you can’t keep yourself from crying and being depressed and perhaps, finally, committing suicide (which is a sin in most religions! What the fuck!). Personally, if I was a Christian, I would put it through my head that, hey, I’ll see them about sixty or so years, so it’s all good. Or I can pretend to talk to them (or actually talk to them) just like I do to talk to God- but no, it’s not that easy, even if one believes it is true. Why do believers fear death? When I come across this, I find Islam more believable.

Suicide bombers are the biggest helpers of Islam, in my logical belief. If one believed completely that Allah had heaven awaiting after an honorable death, and this person goes into death via bomb- that shows me that that faith was true, and there are reasons for such a strong faith. Of course, I ultimately reason that these people have brains addled by religion, but on the surface, this is quite convincing, and would even contend this is an omnibenevolent god. Except, suicide bombers kill others who don’t want to be killed and whose families would grieve. So, yea, Allah ain’t omni-3 either.

Omnipotent is kind of confusing. So this god is really really powerful and he/she/it/they/xe uses that power to do enough to make people make a leap of faith into believing them? Don’t give me that bull that god’s power is all around us, because I can give you the point where, sorry, this was human work, animal work, or nature work, or a combination of all three. No goddy required. Could you do a little more? Ok, this or that god supposedly did a lot way back when, lotta magic and miracles, and that didn’t have people flocking to them (because gods don’t exist), but having absolutely no magical fairy dust sprinkled prominently here and there? Especially in this age of technology? It makes sense if the god wasn’t omnibenevolent, and doesn’t try, but with that, it should know magic stuff would still work. But it doesn’t, because it doesn’t exist.

So in this omni-3 way, knowing many persons will find them unbelievable, powerful enough to change their minds, and wanting them all to come to heaven to live long happy lives- and yet 4500 mysterious baby deaths will happen a year. Unbelievable.

Where Have You Beeeen!

Also: It’s Been a While, and There’s no Sunshine When She’s Gone, etc.


Well, between video games and writing and working and watching anime and sleeping and various mental blockages, I haven’t had the motivation for a proper post about anything. But now I’ve built up. Will I live in Baltimore soon? Will I live long enough in Murfreesboro? How can I possibly stay in glamorous touch with my sister, who has been working her ass off on a farm (the same program I was in 4 years ago!), and what’s in store for me regarding Temple University, either in Pennsylvania or Japan?

What is Intent vs. Impact? Does anyone who doesn’t really understand what this mean actually care?

Does my compulsive liar, selfish being of a sister have mental blockages like me that makes her just as deserving of anyone’s sympathy as I acquire?

Has the shoujo anime market finally ensnared me? With Chihayafuru and Red Data Girl being among the best anime I’ve ever watched, am I finally among the demographic?!

Is appreciating the eye candy in Suisei no Gargantia making me a complete sell-out? Ledo and Amy are so moe! I want to devour them!

The PS3 controller is so much better for me it’s CRAZY. I had about ten wins with Lili in Tekken 6 on the XBox 360. PS3 Tekken Revolution? 81 wins. EIGHTY-ONE FUCKING WINS! I’m getting messages from friggin’ awesome players telling me it was a good game! To see if t was all just flukes, I went back and played Tekken Tag Tournament 2 for the 360. For some reason, my reactions were slower, clunkier, and I made the silliest mistakes. PS4 is definitely in the future.

The Last of Us is awesome so far. I’m taking my time. Also, I’m actually playing online with a shooting game. Never done that before~!

I don’t ever want to work with food again! Secretarial work please and thank you!

I can’t believe I’ve ever believed in god or spirits. The scientific and logical reasoning against it is mind-boggling.

I do not get hangovers.

I did not drop from that high too badly, though I dropped enough to miss the correct time at work, and have a mental breakdown, but I was fine by that evening.

I have very specific tastes in anime art, despite my range of enjoyable things to watch. This mostly has to do with reading yaoi smut.

I need to learn a lot more kanji. I’m translating this BL game and it’s taking forever. Though there are some grammar points that I have to research, it’s looking up the damn kanji that’s just sucking out all my energy.

I need more porn.

Also… The reason why I wanted to make this post:

‘Spanking’  (and etc. plus constant criticism and belittling) over every minor infraction didn’t make me love my parents, or God more, it just made me afraid of them, and all the more determined to get away from them as soon as I possibly could. No mean feat, considering my self-esteem is rock-bottom in my young adult years… I always feel like I’m doing something wrong. 

It also made us much more secretive and deceptive, hiding things from our parents became an art form. Another neat trick considering my mom was nosy as shit, and felt perfectly justified in reading our mail, going through our drawers, etc. To this day lying to my mom dad is an automatic response, no matter the topic…, and I’m usually honest to a fault with everyone else I know. 

So great job No One. Keep up that Christian love, and maybe, just maybe, your spouse will go easy on you in the divorce. 

Quote taken from LDM, changed to reflect me just a bit more. See you soon!

Prayers for Me, You, and the People Who Need It

….Or, Asking the All-Knowing: You, God, and Your Prayers Part Two!

Prayer for red cross
Though there’s some hang-ups on the texting way… But don’t let that stop you from donating somehow!

Now, I don’t care much for following disasters when they hit and their aftermaths. I find it kind of pointless, or, really, I don’t get the point of reading article after article after article or watching reel after reel after reel about victim 11, 17, and 22 (because she lost TWO KIDS). Now, if so many of these forms of media weren’t so high on wringing sentimentality and your empathy dry, and focused more on, say, donating, I’ll be fine. But I find it superbly irritating that people get annoyed with those starving kids in Africa charity ads (“They’re just trying to make you feel guilty. How low!”) and yet don’t seem all that acidic towards multiple media coverage of all disasters in existence.

Of course, they most always end in lovely information on how to donate after running a story (with commercials, for goodness’ sake… I have no idea why that bothers me), but once you start really going after these victims… I mean, do you really need to know how the children died in the school, or who their parents were, or who were orphans to convince you that, hey, a tornado has ravaged Oklahoma and you need to donate? Maybe?

Now, more on topic, I shall now segue into something some are doing that I find pointless.

Mama had called me upstairs starting about Ricky Gervais and the Oklahoma disaster. At first, since Ma seemed irritated, I thought Gervais had said something awful in the name of atheism on disasters, like, “Where is your god, now, hahahaaha” type shit. Apparently, Gervais was admonishing from his Twitter account celebrities and other people who were spreading tweets about praying for Oklahoma, and telling them to instead donate money and do other things.

As you might of guessed, I found this totally right and didn’t consider the matter further, especially as Ma went on, as I recall, about Gervais shouldn’t be worrying about what other people do, and ‘freedom of religion and speech’ so these people can do what they want. I ended up leaving the room saying, “He just wants people to actually do something instead of thinking they are.”

And I felt pretty bad about that. I mean, she and the many others praying and those that have prayed and those that will pray often think they are making a difference, or, at the very least, that’s what their gods want. I felt that I was being pretty offensive.

Prayer for you're not right


And then I came across Jerry Coyne’s post on Ricky Gervais on his site Why Evolution is True. Now he slaps no wrists when he’s telling the facts of life. Honestly, he’s pretty refreshing because people who are softer tend to meld into other beliefs pretty easily. I’m still pretty soft on people who are against abortion and gay marriage for honest personal reasons. They hold no water whatsoever, but I don’t believe one really has a handle on those sorts of things, you know? Subsequently, I have some not-so-pro-choice beliefs while being, duh, mostly pro-choice. I’m all for gay marriage- but don’t force churches, or sue them, or whatever crosses your mind about them. I mean, they don’t want you and think you’re going to hell. Just let them stew on their own.

And this is my site and I can talk about whatever I want and if I want to talk about people wasting their time on a massive scale (collectively, not individually) on prayer, well, I’m not forcing anyone to read this, now am I?

Eeeh... Maybe not Epicurus, but you get it
Eeeh… Maybe not Epicurus, but you get it

Now consider that over there, as I am sure you’ve considered before. I would liketo just take on the second assertion. There are plenty of things that I’m able to do, but not willing- doesn’t necessarily mean I’m malevolent.

Like, I’m able to do hell of a lot more for those starving kids in Africa, but I don’t want to. I want to do other things. Does that mean I am malevolent letting them die?

Oh, wait. Yea, it does.

Well, I’m able to give blood, but I don’t like needles. Does that cowardice prove my malevolence towards those that desperately need my blood?

Eh… Yea, it does.

Oh! I’m able to give more money and food to homeless and the like but I’m not willing because I don’t trust that I will make a difference. And when I come back down the street and find that same hobo crying over a sandwich someone had so lovingly bought him, am I malevolent in my thinking that I had snubbed him for good reasons?

Yea. I am. At least, I think so.

So, nevermind. I think an all-knowing god of any kind would find better reason than none to help a drowning child underneath the rubble of his school. (That ol’ sentimentality wringing ya’ heart guts yet?)

I believe that if any god was real, it would have to be all-knowing and all-powerful, to make everything, and to make everything perfect. It would not need be all-benevolent. And whether or not I would worship it is another post in entirety. Maybe this post on an asshole god.

Well, whichever of maybe!Epicurus’ gods that the people of the world are praying to in order to help Oklahoma, some questions come up, some of which were turned over in my earlier post about prayers: 

One: What does one think is accomplished when a prayer is sent out? Like, physically, or magically, what happens? Does god go, “Oh? A tornado? Well, would you look at that! Better get to it!” or perhaps… “Oh, it seems a lot of people are getting pretty down about this. I better intervene!”

Two: Pretty much continuing from one, why does a collection of prayers make a difference? Does god only decide to act after he gets 12,000 hits of begging voices? Why is not one grieving mother enough? One traumatized child (and this goes for the media with the multiple covers of the homeless and bereft)? He wouldn’t forsake anyone. So if he sees the homes ravaged beyond belief, even if no one goes to him with supplications, could he not try to help? Does he really need an invitation?

Prayer for good Christians
I have no idea if he said this… But the idea I agree with… If you donate and pray (Red Cross), power to ya’

Three: This may be hard to reconcile with if you’re not an atheist, but, as I assume that you’re either Christian or atheist, perhaps ninety-percent of America, imagine if a bunch of Muslims were praying to Allah for Oklahoma’s relief. You probably think they aren’t doing anything. Matter-of-fact, especially if you’re Christian, you’re pretty damn sure they aren’t doing anything.

That’s how I feel about Christians who pray for anything. When they do that, they are doing nothing to help. But the worst of it is that they probably think they are, and any good that happens to Oklahoma, especially on a huge scale (Durant, for instance), they’ll blame god, and not, you know, thousands of people, or Durant. The only responsible beings.

And that leads to even more people praying for things, leads to people doing absolutely nothing and thinking they are. People who feel good with themselves without an ounce of action behind their words. Can you imagine the amount of people who pray to have donated a dollar every time they prayed? Maybe then miracles will truly happen.

What if God’s an Asshole? or That Other Catch-22

There comes a time (when we heed a certain call~) when we have to make some difficult choices. I don’t think I have had any of those yet, perhaps because I have experiences where I only have to make hard choices when I really, really want to. Getting out of a traditional high school to go to a reclusive private one on a college campus- nope, not that hard. Yet, my sister was asking people for weeks whether or not she should have done it. What college to go to? Once Johns Hopkins gave me the most money, easy pickings, and I think most can understand that. (Though I’ve just found this college in Japan that’s so perfect it hurts- leave Johns Hopkins and go there and get everything I need for the future I want, or stay with people who care about me but I’ll have to leave eventually- soon?)

But the title came by when I was having a conversation with Mama and how she viewed Christians that she believed weren’t really Christians- and I learned about her views on Catholics,Mormons, and Jehovah Witnesses, especially how they viewed the Bible. Of course, she thought they read parts wrong (like how Catholics have incorporated Hail Mary and Jehovah Witnesses don’t do blood transfusions) or that they extrapolated more than they needed to.I found myself telling her that the passages they viewed could be interpreted their way and that their nonsense could be true according to the same Bible.

“What makes them think God wants that?” She then started on a list of things that god really wanted Christians to do, and how things from the New Testament canceled out things in the Old Testament, and god doesn’t expect us to be perfect so “Live and let live!”

Godmean Wonka Idolatry Now, I find my mother’s views pretty progressive and liberal, if a complete lie right with the Catholics, Mormons, and Jehovah Witnesses. Her beliefs are pretty much this: Believe in the Christian god, believe Jesus was real and died for our sins and sits with Christian god right now, and get baptized to the best of your ability.

Of course, I find that utter bollocks. Why would the Christian god ordain the ginormous Bible, but all he wanted was for us humans to believe he was real, believe Jesus was real, and get baptized?

No, he wanted that other shit, too. In any case, my mom (and other Christians) are quite certain what he DIDN’T want, so why is she so standoffish when some people are particular on what he actually wants?

And why be angry at fundamentalist Christians or people at Westboro (and going so far as to say they are going to hell) when they cherry-pick the Bible, and she chooses, really, the easiest instructions to go by. Really, by her logic, all of them will be going to heaven anyway.

And that’s what gets a lot of atheists on Fundies Say the Darndest Things! If many gods were real, they would let in some real assholes. Some believers might say, “Well, they’re doing it wrong” and many say in return, such-and-such god isn’t being clear on what he or she wants, or he/she/it  has little power over who they’re represented by, so how can anyone put his trust in him? How could you believe god is a merciful forgiving creature and believe simultaneously that many good atheists and many good believers of other religions who turned their back on Allah or Yahweh or Jesus are going to hell, for fucking ever! For all eternity! (and here we get the believers who say that god will take them back eventually or some such nonsense) .

On FSTDT, many atheists call god/Allah/Yahweh etc. stupid or an asshole (hehehe) and that they would never bow down to such a scumbag.

Meangod Where is he

Before getting to that little tidbit, what if Insert God Here (IGH) is an asshole, seriously? What if IGH is a bit stupid? What if IGH just doesn’t care about us? What if IGH is not all-knowing? What if IGH is not all-seeing? What if IGH is not all-powerful?

I find the second most plausible. Believers are quick to say that IGH (ESPECIALLY CHRISTIANS!) is so complicated  that humans will never be able to understand them. Do they not realize that their constant bellowing of their beliefs dictate some sort of understanding of their god? In order to believe a religion to be true, you have to have some sort of understanding about it (and if you go the too-complicated route, why do you think others are wrong and/or get mad about it?)

In any case, many believers are even quicker to say that IGH wants humans to understand them. That’s what the Bible, Koran, Torah etc. etc. are for. That’s what pastors and missionaries are for. You guys ain’t foolin’ nobody!

I find IGH is stupid most plausible because this god wants people to understand it and does not know how to go about it. It goes about it by trial and error, like some human. We might be part of its eternal science lab. To me, it’s similar to the personalities of what we see with ancient gods of Greece or Egypt, or really any polytheistic religion. There are gods of jealousy and anger, lust and moon and grass.

What if the Christian god is single-minded like a lot of these gods? Take in mind that the strongest god of Greek mythology was Zeus- and he kept fucking random women, knowing his wife Hera would get hella mad and take it out on the girls. What if god was like that? This hypothetical would take for granted that god is not all-knowing:

Meangod is not all knowing


As cute  and silly as Philosoraptor is, he has a point. It’s pretty clear in the Bible that god decides to wipe out most of the Earth with a flood because he realized most of it was shit. His present-day believers see evidence that Rapture is coming any day now in Roe vs. Wade anniversaries, how come he didn’t do something when just a fourth of humanity was shit and he knew it was getting bigger all the time? Why didn’t he speak to many others like he did to Noah? Why didn’t he give them a taste of hell and told them to repent? He was going to kill them anyways and have them in hell for all eternity.

Does he see nonbelievers now and realize what utter fuckery that was? Does he see that killing all those people instead of easily, easily, easily converting them with his presence or some damn magic would have been super effective?

The Bible says god is wrathful and jealous. Those are characteristics that will lose a human person a lot of friends except those of like misery. These sorts of people are often pretty stupid and narrow-minded. They’ll destroy things in a fit of rage when things don’t go their way, often contradict themselves in order to make themselves feel better and feel superior. These sorts of people are often accused of ‘trying to be God’.

But what if god is a stupid asshole like these people that I’m sure you know a few of? If he was real, and could send you to hell for all eternity, would you still worship him? Would you kill in his name if he asked you to? Would demand flesh sacrifices and such?

I would.

I can easily turn my back on something in this temporary world. I wouldn’t bow to some Hitler because death would be coming eventually and I can live the rest of my miserable life knowing that I did the right thing.

But I can also easily say that I wouldn’t want to be tortured for all eternity.

Meangod Fry godWhat if god’s not stupid? What if he’s just an asshole? What if he wrote the Bible as an all-knowing, all-powerful being just to fuck with us humans over the centuries? What if he’s like Zeus and Shiva and Ra all in one with not a fuck to give?

Think about it- you’re an eternal being with all knowledge and all power. How much care would you truly have over some 7 billion creatures with lifespans less than a century?

What if you’re the nicest being no Earth, some innocent child, a desperate man- and god got a wild hair up his ass and decides to put you in hell for a few billion millinea? Seriously, what would stop him?

All in all, if, for example, the Christian god was a misogynistic, angry, jealous, primitive asshole, if he was the only thing keeping you from hell for all eternity, would you really turn your back on him?

“642 Things to Write About” with 642 Things to Procrastinate With Pt. 2

And this is the rest of my sister and I catching up! What is the best thing and worst thing that could happen to us? Go to prompts 58 and 59 to find out!

Super random mofo for #60!

Prompt #54: Finding a bag of cash

My response:

Take a bunch of pictures of me with the money, and then I’ll turn it in to the police and hope that no one claims it in 30 days. I hope the local news catches wind of it and I get a key to the city and a monetary reward. At the very least, astounding recognition from all those who will benefit me in future.

Sister’s response:

First, I wouldn’t believe it. Second, don’t tell a soul, especially my family. Third, buy clothes, shoes, jewelry etc. Fourth, go on trips. Last, give the rest to someone less fortunate, maybe my family. I’ll probably end up telling them about it anyways.

Prompt #55: Would you rather win the Nobel Prize or be a rock star?

My response:

Well, my deepest love goes to writing. Although I want to be famous like a rock star, I want to write more than whatever rock stars do. I’d rather win the Nobel Prize because those who care about such things would be the ones reading my books, and not a lot of fans of rock stars would read the stuff I write. Nobel Prize for Literature, and I’ll have all the smarties reading volumes of my works. Oh, heaven!

Sister’s response:

Nobel Prize. People would appreciate and most likely be less critical of me. Not only that, but I’ll go down in history, even if I screw something up.


Prompt #56: Thoughts on your favorite pet’s personality

My response:

We’ve never kept a pet long enough for me to really discern personalities from them, much less make one a fvorite, you know, with six kids in the home and all. All I remember is that I mostly hated the rabbits because they were shy and would run away, and that was just freakin’ irritating.

For about three days though, we had a lost dog at our house. He was extremely well-trained and well-taken care of, and for some reason, he liked us.

When I mean trained, I mean he could fetch, sit, shake hands and bark on cue. He just seemed eager to please and enjoyed our company. Unfortunately, such a great pet had to belong to someone, and that someone most likely wanted it back, so my parents searched for the owner, a man who was eeeeeeextreeeeemely glad to have the dog back.

Sister’s response:

Um, well, we did have this one pet, a bunny rabbit named Snowball or Snowflake (we had one of each). And she was reeeeally shy. But as I went out and played with her, she became attached to me. She even let me pet her until my other family came out. We did have a dog, but he ran away.

(One moment- we need to clarify these conflicting endings with our mom. Verdict: Sis was right! That dog ran away. I wonder why I remember it differently? Was that another pet?)

Prompt #57: The moment you knew you were no longer a child

My response: (How is sis supposed to answer this? Maybe they mean child child- or something)

I remember sometime in high school my brother didn’t do his chores. I told my mom and she said, “You did the same thing when you were a kid. Well, you’re still my kid, but you know what I mean.”

First, I had thought, No, I wasn’t like that. I did my chores, I did other people’s chores, I didn’t do that. Second, I’m not a kid? 

I had filled out an application to go to a science summer camp- now, I remember, sometime in 10th grade this was- and did it on my own, on a whim. I was accepted to the camp and realized all that I could do on my own, without anyone telling me. I was no child.

Sister’s response:

Since this is a late prompt, I’m going to the past of Friday, April 12, 2013. I applied to a JOB and had an interview. I’m grown, now…

Prompt #58: The worst thing that could happen

My response:

Well, this includes a lot of things, some reasonable, some unreasonable. The one with the longest term effects- like eternity- if some god proved itself without a doubt that it existed and wanted me to change my ways. Unless it was totally cool with me being a kink-loving sex-positive bisexual who has a fetish for homosexual lovin’, well, things would go to shit real quick.

On a more reasonable level, a number of things, the biggest is if certain members of my family die. To be honest, my niece, sister, and brother. Everybody else has a reasonable death date in my mind which bars are easily reset to different heights for any reason.

Sister’s response:

My mind is filled with knowledge of terrible things… My niece screaming from downstairs and finding out she had gotten a hold on a knife that my mom was using and her hand is missing. Not to mention my father screaming at the children, saying, “Why wasn’t anyone watching her?!” And I say, “Why was the knife sitting out in the open?!” and he breaks my neck and goes get the car keys while my mom sits there crying. I’m dead,  my oldest sister frozen in fear, brother acting like a hero, and my niece’s mom still sleeping on the couch, too tired to get up.

(Aaaaalrighty, then!)

Prompt #59: The best thing that could happen

My response:

At the moment, someone contacts me wanting to publish the Maléan series or, equally, I finally find my eye for art and start making drawings I’m truly proud of.

Sister’s response:

Finding that bag of cash.

(LOLOLOLOLOL…. Seriously, though, why is are best shorter than our worst?)

Prompt #60: Write a short story that is set in Detroit in 1956, in which a car floor mat plays a crucial role.

My response: (blaaaaaaaaaah- well, better than a tea cup in Argentina)

Six-year-old Ernest wanted a sister named Amber. Living in the dreariest part of Detroit with his doting Pa and pregnant Ma, that seemed like a possibility. He learned about amber and trees in school, learned that a group of trees, really large group of trees, bigger than parks and playgrounds, those trees were called forests and old trees oozed sap that got hard and that was called amber.

Ernest also knew that Pa got real mad at a white man because he hurt Ma, and somehow the white man hurt Ma enough to make her pregnant. For some reason, the dark spot underneath the old car mat was something Pa didn’t want anyone to know about.

“Not until Ol’ Man Pepper can fix it,” Pa had explained, fingers sweaty as he arranged and rearranged the mat, and he repeated, “Not until Ol’ Man Pepper can fix it.”

Ernest didn’t get a birthday present this year because they needed the car fixed, but his sad Ma was awful proud that he could count from 1950 and figure out his age. Maybe she was proud enough for him to name the baby.

On the way home home from church that morning, they stopped at a donut shop for a Sunday treat. Pa, Ma, and Ernest stood in the colored line. In the white-only line were some police officers. They looked at Ma, who Earnest always heard was pretty for a black woman. At least, that’s what all the white men told her when she took Ernest with her on errands.

The officers came up close to them. They were behind the cord which sectioned them off. To Ernest, the cord was the horizon beyond his wildest dreams. It was better on that side because even if you were fourth in line there, you would get your food before the first people in the colored line. How great it would be to be white!

“You have yourself a pretty pregnant glow there, girl,” one of the men said, leaning on the cord.

Ma squeezed Ernest hand. She had always been quick to say ‘thank you’ and be polite when people complimented her, especially white men. Now, she faced the counter and became stone.

“I said you’re pretty, girl!”

She said nothing. Pa coughed nervously and stood at her shoulder to block the white man’s view. Ernest could see this a bit and watched the white men to see what they would do.

The one who spoke whispered to the other; they both looked at Ernest’s family. As they waited in their long line where they were the only people, the officers were seen to and so was the rest of their line. Then it was their turn, finally, but they didn’t serve chocolate donuts to colored folks and so they all got plain. Ernest was happy because the white donuts were sweet, and nobody liked chocolate colors anyway.

They exited the shop and the officers were there. Said that some boy’s- a white boy- had his bike stolen and they thought perhaps Ernest had taken it and wanted to see inside their car. This confused Ernest there weren’t any white children in their neighborhood.

Pa told them there as no bicycle in their car.

“Well, then there’s no reason why we can’t have a look-see, right?”

The white men had a look-see, then. Ernest’s toy truck was on the car mat. He remembered. The officers checked the back seat and the trunk and Ernest said, “He can have my truck, since he lost his bike.”

The officers smiled at him, looked at each other.

“That’s kind of you,” said the flirty one. “I think I’ll take  you up on your offer.”

Pa’s hand clenched as the officer took the toy, pinky touching the mat. He threw the truck up in the air and bid them good day. His friend followed him. When they were gone, both Ernest’s parents let out deep breaths.

When they were in the car, Ernest asked with his usual eagerness, “Can we name the baby Amber if she is a girl?”

“Child, we’ll name your brother Mary if that’s what you wanted,” Pa answered with a shaky chuckle. Ma joined in on his laugh.

Not quite sure if that was a yes or no, Ernest decided not to push his luck and gave the mat a little kick instead, feeling the emptiness of the air of where his toy used to be.

Sister’s response:

A baseball team, the Detroit Tigers, are going to the championship game. Six people are sitting in a taxi to go to the stadium. After practicing for an hour on a muddy field, they hadn’t washed their cleats.

“Please wipe your feet outside. I don’t want my car floor mat to be too dirty,” said the taxi driver.

Five of the guy did as the were told. The sixth guy laughed and stated, “Whatever, you just don’t want to clean it.”

As they were piling into the car, the sixth guy purposely wiped his feet on the floor mat.

The taxi driver ground his teeth and started driving. As they arrived at the stadium, the five guys climbed out to greet the rest of the team. The sixth guy told the driver, “Thanks for the shoe cleaner! ” and did one final wipe.

The map slipped from under his foot, and he fell out of the cab and cracked his head on the curb.

“You’re welcome.”

(So cool.)

Promp #61: A woman thinks she might be living next door to her grandson.

My response:

The old woman lived alone now. Like father, like son, her only child left as soon as he got some woman pregnant. The old woman made do with what little she had in her comfy apartment where the landlord was no shark and was always willing to lend a very helpful hand.

There was a child and his mother next door. The boy’s name was Tyreese and he liked her peppermints. His nose had a bump just like her son, Tyrone. The resemblance as the next few years went on began to show in odd ways. The shape his eyes took when he squinted in the sun. How he licked his lips when he was lying. Every time he kicked aimlessly when he was bored and waiting for her handmade apple pie.

The mother was never around, having to work most of the time, doing enough for Tyreese to get the CPS off her back, but no real mom. She handed that off to the old woman, it seemed.

Tyreese liked her, and the old woman saw whatever bad seeds that implanted themselves in the boy’s father and grandfather didn’t take root in him.

The old woman kept what little distance they had though. She couldn’t bear to lose another one.

Sister’s response:

Hm… His olive skin… Thick, dark hair… Clean cut nails… He couldn’t possibly be…My son would have told me about it… Why wouldn’t he?… Not only that, he goes to that house before visiting me… I must find out… I shouldn’t go to that kid’s house… His mom would think I’m weird or something… I should ask my son instead…


Evolutionary Beliefs: How to Whittle Down Your God Effectively!

Because our brains work to keep an equilibrium with our mental states and the physical world, humans have this uncanny ability to kid denialthemselves. Sometimes, the greater the distress, the greater the infallible joke played upon themselves that they ‘don’t get’.

I do it, too. I know I have something wrong with my teeth- there it goes again! Okay, I’m almost entirely certain I have cavities. Do I make a dentist appointment? Nope. Is it because of money (well, mostly)? But sometimes I tell myself… Maybe it’s not cavities! But I know damn well I need to see a dentist regardless.

When I came to understand more about science and the psychology of faith and learned more from personal experience, my belief in gods tapered off. Oddly enough, I never had the odd contention of many believers today: trying to reconcile the truths of the physical world (discovered through the modes of science, particularly) and my faith in god. In other words, I never believed in both evolution and god the same time. You might know this book:


My mom had this book, probably still does. I was living on Kings Deer… so eighth grade…. So, about eight years ago, Mama had me read a passage about some scientist who  knew much about evolution, and believed in it mostly, and said that it didn’t go against her belief in god. I immediately frowned at my mom and said, “There’s no way you can believe in evolution and still believe in god.”

As you may have gotten on my other post about religion, at this time of my life, I was a major believer in god and his spirit and such, but I knew- knew– that if you believed in all the science that proved evolution that there was no way you can simultaneously hold your views on the Christian god. My mother promptly and enthusiastically agreed with me.

Now on Biltmore, I’ve had a conversation with my mom, after my great revelation(s). We were arguing about my atheism (because I refused to go to church and, bluntly, told my parents I didn’t believe in god) and I told her it was similar to how she didn’t believe in other religions, like Islam.

“Islam was made up in like the year 600. It’s obvious that it’s made up!”

“So, Christianity is true because it’s older? Look,” -I had found a really good yaoi manga at the time and wanted to end this conversation before my dad joined in and  be proven an idiot with an even longer discussion- “even if evolution was ENTIRELY untrue- Christianity is pure balogna! We know for a fact that the Earth is over however old the Bible makes it out to be, from the first seven days through Adam and his sons.”

My mother then began to explain things that pretty much solidified my lack of faith forever: “God’s days and years is not the same as human days and years. One day or year to God is probably like a million years for us!”

This won't be the last time you see this
This won’t be the last time you see this

At the time, I simply stood there with my mouth open, thinking, She can’t be serious!

Now, I’ve heard of that excuse before talking to Mama, but, you know, from somewhat crazy delusional believers (and a legit delusional believer: some ridiculously old guy in suspenders on a bike handing out rain-ruined pamphlets for all the kids going to hell in the 7 Eleven parking lot).

But to hear it from my mother was just astounding because it gave credence to the belief. Not proof of its veracity or anything, just proof that people actually believed it.

“But, Ma,” I was pleading. I had put down my bowl of cereal in shock and spread my hands as if to show her I was unarmed. “Why would the Bible say days or years then? The Bible was written by humans for humans, right? Why would they write days and years if that’s not what they meant?”

“Because the Bible is metaphorical! The men who wrote the Bible knew that and knew that those with faith would know what days and years meant to God!”

“Why not just put millions of years? Heck, God was speaking to them right? He could have told them the exact number-” I told her a ridiculously long number- “just as He told the exact number of years the guys lived!

“And, wait, Ma- if it took God millions of years for us to make the world- what is the Sabbath Day? If it took millions of years, what’s so special about God making it in a week? If it took millions of years, why can’t evolution be true?

“And Mama, if the Bible is randomly metaphorical, what great things has God truly done?”

“You’re not listening! You have your fingers in your ears, [my name]! I’m telling you that God works differently than how we think, and we can’t even imagine his power. And you keep coming up with stupid excuses!”

HuhHere she was, explaining in exquisitely vague detail how the Bible meant entirely differently than what it says, making God very nearly useless, and she comes at me saying I’m coming up with stupid excuses!

Along those lines, I  regularly check Why Evolution Is True and there have been posts and articles by Jerry Coyne (the owner of the site) where idiots go on about ID (Intelligent Design) and he (and I and many others) are surprised that so many count ID as credible and scientific.

When I first came upon his site, his latest post was him answering some person’s comment and someone referring that comment to an ID site. Not knowing what ID was, I checked it. I immediately thought it was a joke- a group of radical believers kidding themselves, and that no one really took them seriously.

More time on the internet, and I have realized that people legitimately, in their hearts, believe in ID. Smart Harvards and Yales defend it with a couple pounds of paper.

Mama believes it.

Besides the fact that Intelligent Design  is a misnomer ….is completely wrong…is a creationist lie, ID being true would belittle the Christian god (the majority of believers in ID believe in the Christian god) .

Does ID equal creationism

Nice to know, Intelligent Design website. Your openness to the Matrix and tentacle aliens playing with our marbled universe is refreshing. Because if you believed in the Christian god, there wouldn’t be need for all this hullabaloo from ID theory, because that guy very clearly did a lot of things with a magic wand and whether it was evident to us mortals is completely inconsequential and contradictory to relying on, ya’ know, FAITH.

Seriously, what’s with all the efforts to prove a god scientifically or historically? By most scientific and historic standards, almost all religions’ gods are made up- so if you honestly wanted to prove god by those standards, you would have stopped believing. Only when coming from a creationist standard does the evidence suddenly reveals itself to god’s true followers, and people continue to believe.

The physical evidence is before their eyes, but they’ve found multiple ways to freakin’ kid themselves left and right.

The best example I can think of is dead people, especially at funerals. Heard about the little girl who died in 1920 and looks alive? . I heard my aunts and Momo say how my grandpa looked like he was sleeping in his coffin. I’ve read A Taste of Blackberries long ago and have long agreed with the narrator- people who die look dead. That little girl looks dead; my grandpa looked dead.

Anywho, ID and other such nonsense is looking at a dead body, saying it looks alive, and then making up anything and everything (very elegantly, and perhaps with a degree) to ‘prove’ that that dead body is indeed alive- while at the same time believe that death is also real, but is circumvented in this case for the reasons above. Whiiiiich is basically the point of many religions- that ‘you’ go on after your body dies.

Though that begs another question….