Fundies say the darndest things

I'm back to thinking about the religion thing again, after watching that horrible documentary last night. When I say horrible I mean the subject matter, not the actual documentary. The documentary itself was very well made.

I was just reading the top 20 "Fundies say the darndest things" list, where one true believer says that teaching evolution encourages rape, murder, theft, etc. His reasoning is that any belief which holds that god does not see our actions, necessarily leads to humans acting violently and immorally. This is a very telling admission from this particular Believer. He is in effect telling us that if he believed his god was not watching him or that his god was not real at all, he would in fact act in the very immoral fashion he so eloquently described in his tirade. If a belief in an invisible sky daddy and going to church is what keeps this asshat from raping and murdering, I want him to continue believing. I want him in church every Sunday. I want him to park his arse in a pew, pick up his hymn book and sing praise to Jesus every week, because obviously his faculty of critical and reasonable thinking has been irreversibly damaged. And if a belief in god is the only thing that keeps him from acting anti-socially then, Praise Jesus, let him have at it. I can only pray that this modern day prophet will be kept out of the gene pool by his own social ineptitude and the world can be free of such a gross and obtuse world-view.

Fundies say the darndest things Website

Jesus Camp

I just watched the documentary Jesus Camp. It was simply the most disturbing thing I have ever seen. It has truly made me despair. While I was watching that vile lumpy troglodyte of a woman stalking around scaring the crap out of young children, I kept thinking of how she was creating cripples. Much like the myth that Amazonians would quarterize breast tissue of female children with a red hot brand to prevent growth, so that they might more efficiently use a bow, Becky Fischer was quarterizing the faculty of reason in these children's minds before it ever had the chance to develop. The difference being that this mental quarterization does not allow for the efficient use of anything, except maybe a scourge. I was almost reduced to tears at the thought that these poor children were having the one function that sets us apart from other animals, namely the function of reason, systematically destroyed in the name of a bronze-age myth.

I try very hard to remain optimistic about the future of humanity and the world, but documentaries like this just about destroy me. I really wish I had never seen it. I'm about ready to go bush, live in a cave and say to hell with the human race. Maybe I'll feel differently in the morning.

Good Therapy

As usual I find myself way behind the trend line and starting this, my first blog, many years after it became popular to do so. But hey I'm cool with that, no one is likely to be reading this and I'm happy to throw my thoughts out to the general indifference of the world. Well, maybe not happy but meh. I like to write, and since discussion forums are not a forgiving place to hash unformed ideas out, a blog might be a better place to tetris my ideas together. If someone happens to read it, better still. If not, cool too. I'm going to think of this as a personal diary.

I start seeing a psychologist this Tuesday and I've heard that diary writing can be therapeutic, at least so I'm told be all the other crazy people I've spoken to who have been shrinked at some point in their lives. I don't really know what to expect. I have general images or impressions from having watched far too many movies about what therapy actually is that I'm having trouble separating bad cliches from the reality of it. Such is the malaise of an inhabitant of the first mass media generation. Life imitating art imitating life and all that stuff.

Well short intros are the best. Time to go.