WTF: Why The Faith?

I’ve been stuck on this post. I really don’t know the best way to confront and tackle the problems and issues with faith. I want to show empathy for those who have religious faith, but at the same time I want to say to them, “Really, you believe something because you believe that you believe it?”

So I’ve finally figured my approach. I’m going to ignore my first thought and go with the second.

What are you people thinking? Why the faith?

Full fleshed out thoughts coming soon! Hope this teaser finds whoever reads this well.


Faith’s interlude

As usual with all my posts everything thing is written all at once. Please ignore any spelling or horrendous grammar errors.

I am still working on a post that is about faith. Faith is such a unique thing that I wish to have my words worded just so as not to offend everyone who reads it. My hope is that post is to promote the importance of reason over faith. While I work on the specifics of that post I am drawn to another minor (not really) issue.

In my state we have a vote in early May on whether or not the state should pass a ‘marriage amendment’. To let everyone know here my views: Vote Against Amendment One.

Now on to my objections. The proponents of the numerous “preserve the sanctity of marriage” often site the bible as their reasons for keeping marriage between a man and a woman. To me, this naive and stupid argument did not understand what the bible really meant by marriage. When the bible talks about marriage it is noted that the woman is yoked to the man. The man ought to be faithful to his wife but it is the wife that is treated as property of the man as a result of the marriage.

I’m not sure why we humans are constantly looking toward the bible for answers. The bible appeals to the fearful, confused, and mostly illiterate people at the dawn of human understanding. The bible attempted to answer questions that modern science and a broader understanding of the world have already answered. Consulting with a book full of contradictions and not a single mention of human rights is no way to make a decision.

We are lucky to have been born in the twenty-first century. Let’s stop going back to ancient times to seek advice from a book that claims rainbows are caused by God’s love of men (hmmm maybe on second thought that seems enough for me to vote against Amendment One).

I have this friend..

When I was a kid I had a friend. We would talk all the time. I would share the details of my day with this friend. He was for the most part a silent fella. He was a very good listener and was always willing to let me talk and talk about whatever it was I wanted. My friend’s name was John. John was a great listener, as I’ve said, and he really encouraged me to be better person. However confident I was in what John was thinking or feeling I would never claim to say things in his place. I would never assume that I knew what was going on in John’s mind. I’m sure that he had opinions on various issues and topics but again I never spoke with my voice on John’s authority. Even if I did, I would never use his name to hurt and make others feel bad. Ready for the twist? John was my imaginary friend.

I find many similarities between a person’s relationship with his or her imaginary friends and their relationship with god. First, you do all the talking. Imaginary friends and god seem to be very good listeners. Unless, you live thousands of years ago when people actually talked to god. In many cases there is nothing wrong with an imaginary friend who will listen to you. Mainly because if you talk to that deity I don’t have to hear about your shitty problems. The problem with imaginary friends becomes serious when people actually think they hear their friend talking back to them. Joseph Kony, Abraham, and countless others have all claimed to hear the voice of their imaginary friends telling them to do something. The second similarity I see with imaginary friends and god is that the friend or deity is always on that person’s side. Rarely do I see a religious person who has a hate relationship with there imaginary friend. (this does happen but we for whatever reason feel confident enough to call that person crazy and move on.) It seems strange that the same imaginary friend billions of people have is able to support and hate all the things they themselves want.

Lastly, I would like to mention how these people with their imaginary friends seem to speak for their nonexistent friend. Everyday we hear that “God hates fags”, “It’s god’s will”, etc the list goes on and on. It is a shame that there is no god to straighten these people. I truly think that god would be more displeased with all the people that claimed to speak on his behalf than those who doubted his existence because no evidence is available for belief.

This ends this post and soon I’ll be posting on what I call the follies of faith. As usual ignore bad grammar and poorly arranged thoughts.

Excited for…

Game of Thrones is a great show on HBO based on an even better series of books. Season 2 begins on April 1st and the first season is out on Blu-Ray and DVD.

The following are a couple of things from the second book which will be the bulk of the second season. Spoilers will follow. This is your fair warning. Also fair warning about spelling, I don’t have the books in front of me.

1. Dragonstone and the table of Westeros.
2. Harrenhal and it’s massive size.
3. Renley’s death by the shadow.
4. Grey Wind!
5. Tyrnion as hand.
6. The battle of Blackwater.

I’m sure there’s more but I can’t think of anything else at the moment.

Kony Island?

I had this opinion before the news came (no pun intended) about Jason Russell and his public masturbation/clearly on drugs or alcohol freak out. With that being said let me start. Ummm let me start by saying it’s clear that the Lord’s Resistance Army and Joseph Kony are clearly using god and religion to promote his twisted views. Kony claims to be a spiritual medium for the holy spirit and wants to head a government with the 10 Commandments as its core foundation. Two terrible things in my meaningless opinion.

Aside: now I’m sure the, “but Kony isn’t really a Christian. He’s warped things and he shouldn’t be judged by atheist and religion haters like you Josh.” Told you, I knew you were gonna say that. Now my answer: Religion is a wicked thing that allows such detestable behavior to occur. Joseph Kony would not have established a Lord’s Resistance Army if it wasn’t for religion. To end this aside I’ll end with a nice quote from Stephen Weinberg: “With or without religion, you would have good people doing good things and evil people doing evil things. But for good people to do evil things, that takes religion.” Religion gave Kony a forum for his violence and a dysfunctional African continent didn’t help either.

Now back to the #Kony2012 movement and the outcry of Americans with social media accounts sharing. There has been a bit of backlash toward people sharing this video. I don’t see why it’s a bad thing to share what is going on globally. There is nothing wrong with knowing more about the world around you.

Anyways I just had to say that. People need to know about global issues and conflicts. The people who condemn you for not being able to do anything about it can shut the fuck up.


My elbow hurts…

Or random thoughts that pop into my mind….

This post is more to get some things that have been rattling around in my head over the past couple of days. There is no structure here, only random musings. And as with anything I put on this blog, I don’t double check for grammar. So deal with it.

First, I read an article, well skimmed it, it was rather lengthy about some of the issues swirling around in Afganistan. Toward the end of February there was a big Koran burning controversy and those people went fucking nuts! I mean seriously they went Gwen Stafini (spelling?) b-a-n-a-n-a-s! They were rioting and going berserk. This makes sense to me. Americans wouldn’t take to kindly to an occupied force burning their religious text. (to offend me the occupying force would have to burn some Vonnegut, or Hitchens) So what happens after the rioting? The blowback as the media termed it. Obama apologized. And stuff kinda went back to normal. As much as normal can be in that shitty place thousands of miles away. Move forward the calendar to this week. A US solider who we now know had been drinking goes on a shooting rampage. I think the total number of people killed was 16 (not sure, don’t quote me) What was the blowback this time? Not that much. To the point that I’d call it a whimperback. There were very few riots or protests. I’m going to use capital letters to demonstrate the absurdity of this. WHEN MUSLIMS LEARNED THAT THERE HOLY BOOKS WERE BURNED THEY FLIPPED SHIP. WHEN THEIR OWN PEOPLE WERE KILLED THERE WAS VERY LITTLE OUTRAGE. HOW DOES THIS MAKE SENSE?

Second, I’m glad to have community back on the air. I was really worried for a few months there that it had gone the way of Arrested Development. It still may, but here’s to Six Seasons and a Movie!

Third, I really like this quote:
“Science flies us to the moon. Religion flies us into buildings.”

Fourth, I’m looking forward to meeting with my camp staff and talking camp next week. That’s the term I use, “talking camp”.

Fifth, ehh. I don’t have anything else. This has been a blog.

Religion can be a tough subject. I’m still searching for humor, so let’s talk race? There’s plenty of humor there…

Bad things have happened to the African American’s in this county. There is no denying this fact. Slavery, Segregation, Jim Crow, and this list goes on. But I’m not here to talk about the white man’s guilt for any of these things. I’m here to talk about black history month. PS I’m being ironic, you can laugh at that.

Here’s what I imagine:
One, old, fat, white, suit wearing white guy sits at one end of long board room table. Next enters a young, in his 30s black man. Then he takes a seat. The two men begin discussing the situation at hand: picking a month for black history.
Black Guy: we’d like march.
White guy: not gonna happen.
BG: why not?
WG: the Irish have a better claim with st. Patrick’s and what not.
BG: oh makes sense. Our next choice will be July.
WG: no can do. That’s America’s month. Without July we’d have no way to give your people problems for our country’s first 200 years.
Bg: Fine. We can’t have July. How about January.
WG: no way man. We aren’t starting the year with you people.
Bg: what do you mean you people?
WG: never mind, how about October?
Bg: and be the month that has Halloween? What do you take us for?
WG: yeah you’re right I guess. Your people already scare suburban white women. Adding that with Halloween – not a good combination.
Bg: we would be okay with April.
WG: not gonna happen. That’s when our lord and savior Jesus Christ was resurrected. Let me take a few more months off the list for you: December – Jesus again, November – reserved for pilgrims and Indians, unless you’d be willing to be slaves again?
Bg: fuck no!
WG: that’s what we thought, we just wanted to give you that option. Now where was I…you cant have May because that’s when we honor our veterans – memorial day and what not. That leaves you three options: February, August, or September.
Bg: how about August. Ehh on second that’s too hot of a month. Actually, we want black history to be a topic to bombard the malleable minds of young school children with. To educate them about all the shitty things white people have done throughout American history.
WG: son of a bitch – you’re pretty smart.
Bg: why thank you.
WG: well we are down to 2. What’s your pick?
BG: we’ll take September.
WG: ohh sorry, we can’t let you have September. That month is for the victims of 9-11.
BG: are you kidding me? You think only white people died during 9-11??
WG: First off, white people never kid about 9-11. You’ve heard those shitty Alan Jackson and Toby Keith songs. Imagine us having to tell those guys that 9-11 will have to share the stage with Black History Month.
Bg: well fuck!
WG: well I guess you’ll have to take February.
Bg: what no?! We don’t want the shortest calendar month to represent us.
WG: I’m sorry but my hands are tied. That’s the only month we can give you.
Bg: fuck! Fine. We’ll take it.

Both men shake hands and leave through opposite doors.

And that’s how I envision the origin of Black History Month.