Spooks, Turkeys and Reindeer

Michael O'Hare articulats some my long held thoughts better than my poor stupid brain can even think'em.

Go play the Mephisto Waltz, or A Night on Bald Mountain, or the Symphonie Fantastique, and boycott this tepid, pallid, cheesy, forced orgy of plastic pumpkins and icky sweets. Read the rest>>

God Loves Sox

The Colorectal Rockies and many of their fans have been making the tawdry claim that they are God's favorite baseball team. What reeking bunch of piety, arrogance and creepy intolerance they spew. It is to be expected since they are swimming in Christians as is Denver, according to them at least. I guess the chicken blood in Boston is stronger. Or maybe it's just that the Red Socks are lot better team. It's undeniable that gods are invented by man since their only interests are the affairs of man and shallow slimy ones at that.

I wish I could have taken this book to Sunday school back when I had to go there.

This may be the best book I've ever picked up. But reading it was a little like flying helicopters to me because once I finished, I knew I probably wouldn't meet many folk who've done either. And I'm sure I won't live long enough to meet anyone that's done both. It's a pitty too because they both afford a hell of a lot better view of steeples than do pews.

Do good for the truth of it, not out of fear or seeking praise.

This is the Hitchens I like.>>>

Me Too!

Anger is one of the healthy emotions when done right.>>>

I just had to steal this.

We gather here to eulogize
The Pastor and the Man
Old Gary Aldridge, often wise,
Though not his latest plan.

A member of the Christian nation,
Friend of Jerry Falwell,
His last attempt at masturbation
Didn't go at all well.

For fifteen years, he'd preached the word
A Southern Baptist minister
His death--now, is it just absurd
Or something rather sinister?

How does a person come to wear
Not one wetsuit, but two?
(Although, I know, I should not care
I'm curious--aren't you?)

I tend to think that, years ago,
He spied a rubber glove,
And wondered "Should I--well, you know--
When God and I make love?"

He tried it on, and found a tube,
Half hidden on his shelf,
Of KY--smiled, and murmered "Lube
Thy neighbor as thy self."

And minutes later, hard at work,
He felt a little odd
Was this a sin, or just a quirk?
He talked it out with God.

"Is what I'm doing here a sin?
Or is my pleasure Thine?
Is this as bad as skin on skin?
Lord, please, give me a sign!"

So God produced a pamphlet: "Your
Vacation in Aruba!"
And pointed out--right there, page four--
The wetsuits used for SCUBA

See, God's not really how you think
A deity might be
He's got a wicked bondage kink
(Just ask His son, J. C.)

So Gary died, not steeped in sin
But following God's plan;
So straight to Heaven--come on in!
And bring the wetsuits, man!

A story, sure, but it may yet
Explain what happened then.
The moral is, please don't forget:
Your safeword is "Amen".
Cuttlefish

Gary Aldridge

Mark Daily

Killed in Iraq and I cried...