Aggressive atheism

I've been asked numerous times why I feel the need to be so in-your-face about my lack of belief and my contempt for religion. To analogize, I offer this: You have a kid. He comes to you with his homework and you see he's written 2+2=5. You gently explain that he's wrong, and tell him why. He refuses to listen. So you, being the doting parent, decide not to hurt his feelings, and you patronizingly tell him it's OK to do whatever feels good, fuck the evidence being against him. You feel it's a phase that he'll grow out of.

However, he's still writing it as an adult. You've long since realized that he's just fuckin' stupid. But he's president now, and a mean sonofabitch at that. And it doesn't matter that he can't do math, 'cause the majority can't either.

Well, we've been patronizing for the past 2 millenia. We're well into are-you-fucking-stupid phase. Next step is to round 'em up and put 'em in a home with sippy cups and corked forks.

Yes, my analogies need work.

Of Justin Bieber and crazy pills

I saw The Bieb on the View the other day. (Shut up, I was at the doctor's.) He combined the stage presence of a microphone stand with the lyrical grace of Randy Savage rapping about Slim Jims. The tweenaged jailbait in the audience fawned like the destined-for-failure-or-prostitution social blunders that they are. The entire show was like an informercial for the necessity of blowjobs. Good god I hated that simpering pseudo-shit.

Which leads me to something entirely unrelated: Zoloft like a motherfucker. It's nice to feel human again, although it's up for debate just what that means for me. I'm still the same old surly git I ever was, but at least I'm comfortable with it now. Nothing's worse than going through life with your own brain telling you you're going to be a fuckin' letdown, or worse, that you already are. It's difficult to describe chronic depression to someone who hasn't had to deal with it, but the best I can relate it is like you're constantly fighting against your mind; it's telling you to give up, go back to sleep, to stop trying, etc., and you're doing everything you can to ignore it. Some days it's a little too convincing, others it's so much background noise, but it's always there.

Catholics are morally bankrupt

So now it appears as though Pope Palpatine has covered up numerous sex scandals and has effectively made his career on shuffling the pedophiles around the country whenever they've given communion of the cock.

Now, I ask you, Catholics, if the pope is god's mouthpiece and some sort of authority for your faith, do you agree with his decisions? And if so, by what metric can you *ever* demand any sort of respect? And furthermore, what kind of motherfucker of a god do you think you're worshiping? Have some fucking standards or you're no better than the pedophiles he's sheltered.

That said, I don't want the prick to resign. I want him to stand as the monument to ignorance, hypocrisy, and social dischord that befits the RCC. Lead by example, you shining fuckhat.