Because Monsters In the Night Really Suck

“When I became convinced that the Universe is natural — that all the ghosts and gods are myths, there entered into my brain, into my soul, into every drop of my blood, the sense, the feeling, the joy of freedom. The walls of my prison crumbled and fell, the dungeon was flooded with light and all the bolts, and bars, and manacles became dust. I was no longer a servant, a serf or a slave. There was for me no master in all the wide world — not even in infinite space. I was free — free to think, to express my thoughts — free to live to my own ideal — free to live for myself and those I loved — free to use all my faculties, all my senses — free to spread imagination’s wings — free to investigate, to guess and dream and hope — free to judge and determine for myself — free to reject all ignorant and cruel creeds, all the ”inspired” books that savages have produced, and all the barbarous legends of the past — free from popes and priests — free from all the ”called” and ”set apart” — free from sanctified mistakes and holy lies — free from the fear of eternal pain — free from the winged monsters of the night — free from devils, ghosts and gods.

For the first time I was free. There were no prohibited places in all the realms of thought — no air, no space, where fancy could not spread her painted wings — no chains for my limbs — no lashes for my back — no fires for my flesh — no master’s frown or threat — no following another’s steps — no need to bow, or cringe, or crawl, or utter lying words. I was free. I stood erect and fearlessly, joyously, faced all worlds.

And then my heart was filled with gratitude, with thankfulness, and went out in love to all the heroes, the thinkers who gave their lives for the liberty of hand and brain — for the freedom of labor and thought — to those who fell on the fierce fields of war, to those who died in dungeons bound with chains — to those who proudly mounted scaffold’s stairs — to those whose bones were crushed, whose flesh was scarred and torn — to those by fire consumed — to all the wise, the good, the brave of every land, whose thoughts and deeds have given freedom to the sons of men. And then I vowed to grasp the torch that they had held, and hold it high, that light might conquer darkness still.

Let us be true to ourselves — true to the facts we know, and let us, above all things, preserve the veracity of our souls. If there be gods we cannot help them, but we can assist our fellow-men. We cannot love the inconceivable, but we can love wife and child and friend.

We can be as honest as we are ignorant. If we are, when asked what is beyond the horizon of the known, we must say that we do not know. We can tell the truth, and we can enjoy the blessed freedom that the brave have won. We can destroy the monsters of superstition, the hissing snakes of ignorance and fear. We can drive from our minds the frightful things that tear and wound with beak and fang. We can civilize our fellow-men.

We can fill our lives with generous deeds, with loving words, with art and song, and all the ecstasies of love. We can flood our years with sunshine — with the divine climate of kindness, and we can drain to the last drop the golden cup of joy.”

Robert G. Ingersoll, 1896

This wonderful passage was borrowed from The Agnostic’s Wife, who borrowed it from her husband. 😉  This probably sums up the reason for my lack of belief better than any words I could ever muster. 

I was the kid in church (Church of Christ, fyi) who realized pretty early on the information just didn’t jibe with what I knew (even at a relatively young age) to be logic.  Let alone what I consider to be the profound nature of existence and humanity.  It just didn’t make sense, and I recall feeling isolated and strange.  Why doesn’t everyone else see this is pretty silly? Am I the only one who thinks this is nonsense?

I realized pretty quickly it was just a bunch of fables and parables to teach people how to live, mixed in with a lot of stuff to keep people oppressed. 

1 TIMOTHY 2:11-12
“Let a woman learn in silence with all submission. And I do not permit a woman to teach or have authority over a man, but to be in silence.”

I mean, really??  Women were not allowed to speak in our church.  Incidentally, my use of the term “our church” is about as loose as a city cop’s ticket-writing hand on a holiday weekend.  It was the church we attended, pretty much on Sunday mornings only (and not even every week) for a handful of years.  I stopped going not far into my teens. 

Now, that’s not to say I didn’t struggle with feeling “wrong” and “sinful” about my dissident thoughts (or just, you know, life in general) – religion is a hell of a torture device, no pun intended. 

Anyway, that was just one red flag about organized religion.  At my mom’s funeral, one of her closest cousins (also a woman) wanted to get up and say a few words about what my mother meant to her.  While they were polite (in the typical Anglo-Protestant fashion of gentle condemnation), the preacher and church officials were quite uneasy at this suggestion.  The indignation! 

You’d have thought Beelzebub was about to rise screaming through the church floor the instant cousin Barbara opened her mouth at the podium.  And that she did.  Get up and speak, I mean.  I applauded her bold move, for bucking convention and telling the church of EFF off in a subtle way.  Sorry, Preach, nothing trumps a grieving family member’s intent to say a final farewell to a beloved relative.  My grandmother offered an apology to the preacher after the service, which I admired her for (for keeping the peace) whilst simultaneously rolling my eyes (and seething with anger).  That really was the final nail in the coffin for organized relgion to me. 

While I respect everyone’s right to hold belief in some sort of religous context – and understand the inclination, mind you – I see religion as a whole as something of a poison, that oppresses people in the name of eternal liberation, and man’s struggle to make sense of the inconceivable.

This is why I am not a militant non-believer, and why I (if I’m pressed to do so) would call myself an Agnostic-Atheist.  In short, I don’t believe in the existence of a Supreme Being (certainly not the type force-fed us by the world’s major religions), I have no first-hand proof either way – and neither do you.  That said, I believe in the “divine” nature, if you will, of the natural universe and it’s many wonders.  I believe in the shared spiritual connection between humans.  I believe in the mystery that is ‘love.’  I believe in compassion, understanding, the seemingly supernatural, transformative power of art, music, and knowledge. 

I believe there may well be something beyond the veil – indeed, I hope after I expire here, my next journey will be a wonderous cosmic voyage beyond anything my human brain could conceptualize! – but there’s simply no way I could know that.  All I can do is try to live a principled, compassionate, thoughtful life with some meaning that adds to the greater value of my species.  Beyond that, everything else is but grasping for light in a dark world.

Nothing Could Be Finer, Than An Intelligent Designer

Christian Modernity FAIL/Mess o’ the Day, reblogged from Camels with Hammers:

A couple Christian kids with a nauseating, badly performed anti-atheist song set to “My Humps” (via Greg Laden, whose categorizations of the video say it all about the video’s contents):

And then there’s “Don’t Cha Wish Your Savior Was Right Like Mine”:

“Don’t you wish your daddy could turn water to wine?”  Um…creeeeeeeepy.

Who are these sangin’ lil devils, you may wonder?  According to the handy YouTube video description, none other than “Manka Faith rising star recording artists ‘Tween Jesus & Me” (bold and italics added by me)

Sorry, sorry…I should really be more nice, nice…

Okay, in all truth, these are actually “comedy” or “satire” videos, according to the YouTube video categories.  “LOLZ”  Don’t believe it can be true????!!!!1  Head on over to www.mankabros.com for the proof.  However, the original blog that posted these added tags that almost make it worth them being real:

Category: Adolf HitlerAtheismBraaaaaiinnnzzzzzCreation ScienceCreationismDenialism and WooEvolutionExpelled!HomeschoolingI can not describe how pissed I amI have a pitchfork and I know how to use itI’ll get back to you on thisIntelligent DesignLIAR!!!!MissionariesNaziReligionWar on ChristmasWar on EasterWelcome to the Twilight ZoneZombiesgoatsmissing link

I Almost Found a Dead Body Today…Sort Of

Stock image - but very similar to this

I drove by last night, about 7:30pm, venturing out in the barely double digit temperatures to brave the ice-pocked streets for dinner.  We had failed to get groceries before the ice storm hit.  Luckily, there were very few cars downtown.

On South Akard Street, in my neighborhood, I drove past a not-unfamiliar site – a homeless person asleep in the doorway of an abandoned business.  The small, single-story vacant brick building regularly houses the remnants of people seeking shelter in its cozy confines.  Well, the doorway at least.

I noticed a big pile of blankets, obviously covering a human figure head to toe.  Mind you, again, the temperatures at that point were in the teens.  I thought to myself, how terrible, to endure this for hours on end through the night.  The days are hardly better this week.  But, as I said earlier, in this part of town, it’s all too familiar.

Early this morning, I had to step out for a bit once more to run down the street.  This was about 6:30.  I wasn’t about to make the commute to the office, with the city suffering under rolling blackouts and just as much ice as before.  As I drove past the building, the figure was still there.  Noting the time, I assumed the person had slept there throughout the night, and I hoped they were sheltered from the admittedly sparse breeze.

Here’s the kicker.  After I finished working at home, I decided to make the trek to Oak Lawn for some dinner items and a couple of staples for tomorrow.  This was about 4:30pm.  There, just as motionless as before, lay the figure covered in mounds of blankets, next to a large suitcase.  I thought, ‘surely not…’ ‘That must be someone’s stuff.’  And I feared the worst – that the person lying under those blankets had possibly frozen to death as the mercury plummeted to 7 degrees Fahrenheit overnight.

This thought bothered me all the way to Kroger and back.  I felt, in good conscience, I had to stop and check on this person, to see if the worst was true, or if I was only imagining things.

I pulled into an icy spot next to the curb, just off the main street, where I parked.  Sliding out of the driver’s seat and onto a thick patch of ice, I shuffled my way onto the curb and up the sidewalk, muttering to myself that it was surely just someone’s abandoned possessions.  As I made my way along the sidewalk, I very quickly came upon debris strewn from the doorway toward the street – old food packages and plastic bottles, some unknown individual’s old Christmas family photo, and so forth.

I came upon the figure, and hovered for just a split second over the pale blue woolen blanket – one of those with the satin ribbon along the top edge.  I must have stepped on the ice, becuase when it gave a cracking sound, the lumpy blanketed figure emerged, eager to find the source of this sound so close to him.

I quickly turned and walked the other direction, and gave a glance as if I’d only been passing.  He was a white man, maybe in his 30s, with reddish blonde hair and beard.  He covered up and went back on about his business, whatever it was.

I felt relieved, as I’d already played out the ensuing 911 call and anonymous “tip,” and so forth.  But, as I drove away back to my safe, spacious, warm loft, I felt bad, and thought I should have asked him if he was okay, would like to go to a shelter, or if he’d eaten.  My only consolation to myself was that I’d thought to stop at all.  Most people would be all too happy to avoid ever having to talk to “one of those people.”

From an article about the current “super freeze.”

A Dallas Police Crisis Intervention worker found two homeless people under ice-covered blankets, leaves and trash in a wooded area in south Dallas Wednesday morning, said Ron Cowart, manager of the unit. One had ice crystals in her hair. He convinced them to go to a shelter.

Super Bowl Mania Invades Dallas

…oh, and Arlington, too.

Today was insane, long, busy, and I’m beat.  Time for bed.  Sorry, this is lame, BUT at least I’m not letting it get in the way of my posting every day in 2011.  I’ll make up for it this week.  Plus, I posted twice yesterday.  Didn’t I?  What day is it?

Stupidest quote o’ the day has to go to Host Committee President Bill Lively, on the volatile mid-winter weather in North Texas (75 this past Saturday, ice tomorrow):

“We are working throughout the region with all of the clergy, priests, ministers and others of faith to put in their weather prayers,” Lively said. “We can probably deal with the rain, but we just don’t want the ice.”

Hey, Bill…while you’re at it, could you guys turn in my Mega Millions prayer we talked about…I’m sure Gawd will reward me. I’m passin’ the collection plate!

Unrest In Egypt – What’s Your Take?

I found this interesting photo on a friend’s Facebook feed today.  Honestly, I haven’t been keeping up with major news as much in the past few weeks, so I’m still catching up on the details of the situation in Egypt, as they unfold.  What’s your take on everything?  The message in the photo is overtly provocative, which is why it’s an interesting photo that’s probably going viral as we speak, and will be tomorrow’s internet meme phenomenon.   What does it make you think or feel?

If you too are needing to catch up, go here.

Atheist ‘Demotivational Posters’

You’ve no doubt seen such ‘demotivational posters’ covering a variety of topics on the internetz.  Here are a few of my favorites covering the topic of non-theism.  Some are hilarious, others thought-provoking.  Enjoy, kids.

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*Bonus – spot the non-atheism/religion image, just thrown in for pure hilarity!

Pushing Religious Buttons

…however unintentionally

I posted on Facebook (via GetGlue.com) that I was currently reading Bart Ehrman’s ‘God’s Problem’ to which a friend commented “dislike.”  Amost immediately, mind you.  I wondered if he responded this way out of distaste for the title.  To my knowledge, he’s not an unbeliever, but he’s never shown himself to be overtly faithful, either.  And I seriously doubt he’d even had time to remotely explore what the book is about.  It’s a somewhat provactive title, but could just as easily been written by a theologian in defense of Christianity, etc.

My subsequent thinking on the matter led me here.  The funny part about it is this: the person who left the comment happens to be of two different societal groups to which much derision and intolerance has been heaped.  I find it most puzzling, if fascinating, how even the oppressed can oppress others with impunity.

I have respect for this individual, so I didn’t really pursue the matter much.  I see scores of religious posts on Facebook – ranging from “please pray for…” requests for people going through difficulties, to overt messages such as the oft-posted “Will you repost this and stand up for Jesus, or be afraid and just delete it?” And yet, I say nothing.  I generally hold a certain level of respect for these people; otherwise I wouldn’t have them on my friends list.  And while I’m all for healthy debate, it is rare that I find someone who would actually wish to intelligently debate such topics, rather than simply emotionally browbeat in defense of their position.

Also, be sure to check out this interesting new article from Sam Harris.