Prayer.

Prayer: this time will be just as effective as last time. For sure.

I wasn’t going to write about this again. Not this soon anyway but somebody reminded me of the dumb fuckery that is currently trending on Twitter. Even though this latest bout of idiocy is inspired by the happenings in London (#prayforlondon), please feel free to apply this to any situation what so ever that the religionuts feel should be prayed over.

Right, so, “pray for <insert some disaster area here>”. Examples: pray for London, pray for Christchurch, pray for Japan, pray for Haiti.

Why should one pray, after the fact, for the victims of a disaster? Do you expect the God you pray to is going to magically fix things, after the fact? Why is this God going to do this? To demonstrate his awesome? To demonstrate how kind and good he is? Will this time be different?

No you fucking idiot. He isn’t going to do a goddamn thing. Just like he didn’t do a goddamn thing any other times he was prayed to by you pious morons. Do you know why?  Because he doesn’t exist. You are talking to yourself. There, is, no, god. Not yours, not the ancient Greek’s, the Romans’, the Norse, the Africans, no gods at all, anywhere, ever.

However, if, hypothetically, there was a god, the Christian one for example (but feel free to replace ‘Jesus’ with whichever figment of your imagination you prefer): if Jesus needs to be told about whichever tragedy just happened, he isn’t omniscient and therefore is not a god. If he knew about it and caused it, Jesus is an evil mass murdering bastard. If he knew about it and he was able to stop it but didn’t, he’s criminally negligent. If he wasn’t able to stop it, he’s not a god. Why, exactly, are you praying? What are you asking for? What is wrong in your head?

Let me tell you what praying is really all about (to borrow from one of my earlier posts). Praying is something you do so that you can feel and look like you’ve done something without actually having to do anything. Telling people to pray for whatever tragedy is primarily to flaunt your precious pious disposition, to impress others with how freaking much you believe in your deity and how little your brain actually functions.

Praying is exactly like wanking. When you get right down to it, wanking is only good for the person stroking his dick. Some people get off on seeing somebody wank in public and other people get off by wanking in little groups or large groups but fundamentally, only the wanker really benefits.

Again, this is why I am irritated. Watching people tell other people to ‘pray for whatever’ is like watching one wanker, furiously whacking away, telling a bunch of other wankers to join him.

Praying is exactly like that. Only the idiot mumbling to himself benefits while the victims of the tragedy benefit nothing what so ever. The only one better off after a good ‘ol prayer is the idiot who did the praying. In fact, wanking would probably be more productive than praying.

So instead of mumbling some inane bullshit to a non-existent figment of your imagination, give some money to the Red Cross here: http://www.redcross.org.nz/donations or give some money to Oxfam here: http://www.oxfam.org.nz/donate-online or to Amnesty international here: http://www.amnesty.org/en/donate

Then go tell a real person you love them, stop being a pious dick and learn some science. THAT makes the world better.

It started out as an arbitrary post about nothing in particular…

…but then I got to thinking. Which made me furious.

The one dude who comes around here regularly might have (or might not have, more likely) noticed that I haven’t posted anything in a while. Well, I haven’t. I’ve been busy again. Being busy doesn’t leave much time to think about things and not much time to be furious. Furious about religious bullshit anyway because that requires paying attention to what the sheep are doing.

However, it’s getting to that time of year again where a couple billion otherwise (mostly) rational people celebrate the alleged brutal execution of a god-man who then allegedly woke up again (note: the instruction book’s writers can’t actually agree on how this played out) some days later. Also there is some stuff about palms on a Sunday in there too. And egg laying rabbits. Don’t look at me, I don’t get it either.

Anyway, the brouhaha (an actual, real word surprisingly, clichéd as all hell, but awesome… ) being made of this supernatural horror story sort of forces me to pay attention which in turn makes me furious at the stupidity being displayed, yet again, front and centre where I can’t possibly ignore it.

So, here it is: Christian, do you accept evolution by natural selection to be the fact that it is, backed up by more evidence than you can imagine, used to explain more biological, neurological, physiological and genetic effects than most people think possible?

No? You don’t think macro evolution is possible? Then you are lacking in education and your take on reality is warped. Try a bit harder. If you also deny the theory of gravity then, well, I guess we’ll just leave it at that.

If you thought ‘yes’, you do accept evolution by natural selection to be true then… well then what, exactly, are you celebrating ‘Easter’ for?

What I mean is this: if you accept the truth of the fact of evolution by natural selection which means there was no Adam and Eve (which there weren’t, some pretty straight forward genetics proves that more than adequately) and that if there was no Adam and Eve there was no ‘tree of knowledge of good and evil’, there was no original sin, then there really is no way to justify or aggrandise the torture and execution of one Jesus of Nazareth, real or imagined.

You can keep seeing a deity behind evolution all you want but the one thing that all of Christianity is based on simply isn’t true, demonstrably can’t be true. Not, however, that anybody can adequately explain why a deity would need to have a bit of himself killed by his creations before he can forgive his creations for doing what he knew they would do before they did it having enabled them to do it. And by ‘it’ I mean the breaking of arbitrary rules imposed by the creator… who now requires a god-man sacrifice of himself to forgive ‘it’. Seriously, what are you people on?

I guess what I am saying then is: Christianity is delusional even before you add the facts. Once you add the fact’s it’s stupid superstitious nonsense which also happens to be delusional.

But thanks for the public holidays, appreciate it.

RAmen.

Llamas mate with the female in a kush (lying down) position, which is fairly unusual in a large animal. They mate for an extended period of time (20–45 minutes), also unusual in a large animal.

Who to hate, who to hate.

iBurst.

Actually, I’m grasping at straws here. Either today was a particularly quiet day where nothing at all happened (hardly impossible) or my brain is refusing to record anything vaguely interesting (hardly impossibly). 6 straight hours of Top Gear will do that I guess.

I’ve been toying with the idea of ranting about iBurst, how I get disconnected and how it makes me furious (which it does, spitting mad even) but I’m not going to.

The llama is a South American camelid (seriously), widely used as a pack and meat animal by Andean cultures since pre-hispanic times. In popular culture llamas are mostly associated with the Incans.

And so it comes to pass, it was morning and it was night and that was the first day of MMX.

Respect the Llama.

Furious?

I guess the name of the blog is a bit strange because I rarely get furious. Or llama like. I do enjoy spitting at people occasionally.

Today though, today I got furious and I think that anybody who has had to endure the William Nicol off ramp during peak hour could probably sympathise. It’s not the queueing for two kilometres before the off ramp that’s the problem. The 32C heat was OK, the traffic light being broken, I could live with.

The *assholes* that skip the queue and push in at the front causing an extra two lanes to be blocked on the highway and doubling *my* time to get off the damn highway, that, makes me furious. Furious enough that I seriously considered getting out of my car and beating the asshole driver of a white windscreen repair pickup. Asshole. I hope bad things happen to you guy, in a-fucking-bundance.

Taxi’s make me furious, but I can almost understand where they are coming from. These other dooses in the normal cars skipping past the rest of us and forcing themselves on somebodies goodness in front to be let in where they should not be, they make me furious and I would spit at the bastards given half a chance. If you are one of those cocks, please, do us all a favour and off yourself now. Post a comment here before you do, there will be honorary mentions of your name and the asshole that was removed from the gene pool.

Respect the llama, or the llama will find you.