January 2, 2010
This was are part of a list of questions that should be posed to “believers” that I ran across some time ago. I did not think much of it at the time but a thought recently crossed my mind.
The premise of this argument is that prayers “appear” to help people who are sick. A gravely ill person recovers, cancers go into remission, all because of the “power of prayer.” And yet, there has never been a case where an amputated limb spontaneously regenerated upon the amputee and his/her whole family and friends praying for it to happen.
That, in itself, should prove the non-existence of god.
Here is the thing that popped into my head. Starfish, lizards, sea cucumbers, etc. can quite easily regenerate lost body parts. Do they have special access to god? Can they even pray?
How about this? Humans can regenerate; we regrow our lost baby teeth. Children can also regenerate lost fingertips. The human liver can regenerate from as little as only 25% of the tissue. No prayer necessary.
By studying the animals listed above, scientists and doctors hope to someday provide real help to amputees, not just the imaginary kind that comes from prayer. Until then, you can either send your checks to the tv person representing the imaginary god, who will perhaps “answer” all your other prayers, or you can send it to the research centers working on regeneration. If not for yourself, do it for the kids (and grown ups too) who have lost arms and legs in the holy wars. Oh hey, perhaps god likes to take limbs, not give them back.
October 10, 2009
HAHAHA, How poetic is this! [update: original link was dead so it has been updated. You can find out more about this story at: http://michiganoidv.blogspot.com/2009/10/meleanie-hain-murdered-by-her-estranged.html]
She would get a Darwin award if she had not given birth already. Now that the parents are dead, hopefully the kids will grow up smarter. I can only hope.
What was that about an armed society being a polite one?
October 7, 2009
Don’t say I did not warn you!
October 2, 2009
If you have a bumper sticker that reads, “An armed society is a polite society.” It shows you don’t know how to think. Why would a society where everyone has a gun be polite? Cuz everyone is walking around making sure they don’t piss off anyone else lest they get shot. The bumper sticker should read, “An armed society is a scared society.” Dumbass.
You might not be an idiot if you like living in fear.
September 26, 2009
As I have mentioned, I do not believe in a god or gods. But that does not stop me from thinking about what-if scenarios in which a god might exist. Afterall, “The mark of an educated person is to be able to entertain the thought without accepting it.” So said Aristotle.
So, what if god came up to me and said, “Hey dude, it’s me god. Waz up?” Want to know what I would do? First, I would ask it prove that it was god. It would probably then do a simple trick like pulling a coin out from behind my ear. I would then kick in its nuts or whatever equivalent body part that I think represents its nuts and tell it, “Screw you liar, you are not god cuz god does not exist.” Any being that could allow all the shit that happens in the world to happen could not possibly be god.
September 18, 2009
I wanted to call this blog Waiting For God. But some idiot took it and is doing nothing with it. Oh well.
I wanted to call it that, not because I am religious, but it is also the name of a very funny British TV Show. Let’s see how long this blog really lasts, until I get bored with it, or run out things to say, or when I am dead and happy.
Here is some more info about me, which should give you some idea whether I am your kind of guy… or girl… I am not telling. You decide.
Name: Why do you care?
Sex: Again, why do you care?
Location: Planet Earth.
Age: Depends on when you ask.
Religion: Devout Atheist.
Political Leaning: Very liberal, but not the snobby, holier than thou kind. I am the self-loathing kind of liberal.
Biggest Failure: Being born.
Highest Achievemnet: My death. I have not accomplished this yet, but I will… soon enough.
Don’t worry, I am not suicidal. I tried that a few times but after failing miserably, I decided suicide is for losers. Not that I wouldn’t mind getting hit by a bus or something.
Why do I feel this way? I am not depsressed. I am ashamed. I am ashamed of being human. If I had a choice, I would rather not have been born.
….damn! I was gonna say something else but I forgot. Maybe I will remember and post it next time.