Hey, someone else died very mysteriously after a cop shot him with a taser. Even though the 15 year old immediately doubled over and began convulsing, inspiring the police to call for emergency help right away, and even though the kid was DOA, they haven’t established a connection.

I hate tasers. 

I think that before anyone — especially a cop — is licensed to use a taser (do you have to be licensed? ehhh…), they should be subject to the Milgram Experiment. If they prove to have no ethical restraining bolt, they do not get to have a taser, or a gun …or a badge.

Twat is that you say? Endorsing Bush? It’s true! A friend of mine just snatched this off of the AP wire: NJ considers ban on bare-it-all ‘Brazilian’ wax. I for one applaud this decision, as those Brazilian jobs looked little too much like Hitler for my taste. Or, should I say tasted a little too much like Hitler for the look. Well, you know what I mean….

Oh, this is fantastic! This story… I love this. Now, go read it so I don’t have to tell the story all over again.

OK. So! Haha. The Creationists have a bombshell! There’s a carving of a Stegosaurus!

From a thousand years ago! Which proves that humans and dragons coexisted (creationists call dinosaurs “dragons,” for the same reason that they call little people “leprechauns”). Only it doesn’t look anything like a stegosaurus. Stegosauruses have tiny little heads and no horns. 

Hell. O. Tiny Head. No Horns.

Hell. O. Tiny Head. No Horns.

That thing has horns — or something growing off the top of its head there. Well, so what? We’re going to pick nits here when we’re talking about a stone carving of a creature with PLATES on its back! So, scientists say that stegosauruses didn’t live in Cambodia — who cares? They have an agenda that does not include eye-witnesses carving images of stegosauruses into walls.

And then the evolution people have to say something! No, they can’t just let the creationists have their moment. This must be handled. So, they say that the plates are just ornament — which I really think is most likely and realistic, not because I’m a true believer (who can prove to me that we’re not slipping in and out of dimensions and realities, and falling into wormholes all the damn time? Blinking in and out of existence, like quarks? Hmm? I thought so…), but because it looks like ornament to me, and the other animals represented there have ornament on and around them, too. Plus, it seems like the logical ornament for the job. What else is an artist going to do with a big boring round back, but put a frill around it?

So, they photoshop the ornament off the creature to get a better look at it, and they make a few other adjustments, and decide that it’s either a chameleon or a rhinoceros — one or the other. The thing is that when you take the ornament off, it looks more like a triceratops than anything extant.

Big Head. Horns. No Plates.

Big Head. Horns. No Plates.

Look, there are no horns on its nose! The single distinctive characteristic of a rhinoceros are the horns on its nose, and there are no horns on this nose.  Why is a rhinoceros even called a rhinoceros if not for the dang horns on its nose?

And a chameleon? Grazing? With big fat legs? (Though I do concede that chameleons have big fat sticky feet; so that much works.) No crazy eyeballs and a tail that only a mother could love? Look at the tail on that carving. If you were going to carve a chameleon into a temple, would you say, “Oh, fuck the tail. What Ever!” You wouldn’t. You would start with the tail.

Chameleon?

Chameleon?

Also, the veiled chameleon, which might account for the horn thing, is not from Cambodia. Look, that is not a chameleon. And if you say it’s a chameleon it’s because you secretly want the creationists to win. It looks way more like ANY dinosaur than a chameleon. And I have a 7 year old son, so I know from dinosaurs.

No, Chameleon.

No, Chameleon.

I thought it might be a water buffalo, but I changed my mind. I think it’s a Kouprey — an animal that oughta make both the creationists and the cryptozoologists very happy! It’s a great compromise for this situation we have here. It’s got the horns (and I imagine it would be tricky to carve curved horns into the wall), the humped back, the tail, the bovine grazing thing, also the elusiveness, the utter uniqueness to Cambodia — and I read that they like the sun, which might account for the design work, which could be sun rays (Hey, maybe it’s a sun bear, which they also have in Cambodia). Also, since it’s underneath another ungulate, it seems to be logically placed.

kouprey!

kouprey!

The puzzle is mostly those plates. I was looking around to see if I could find some ancient Cambodian rendering of the sun, but I didn’t have any luck. What I did find, though, is very interesting.

OK, picture this: way back when these images were carved into the temple walls, Angkor Wat was new, and it is spectacular. Perhaps what we have in this image is an homage to Things Cambodian. The Koupray is unique to Cambodia, and Angkor Wat is a Cambodian masterpiece. If you were an artist at the beginning of the 12 century in Cambodia, wouldn’t you think to pair the two distinctly Cambodian treasures? The Koupray in the shadow of Angkor Wat:

Voila! Angkor Wat

Voila! Angkor Wat

 The spires on this opulent temple are very similar in shape to the ornament around the triceratops, and the temple slightly predates the carvings.  So, what we have here, it seems, is a case of sylization. This “plate” shape has a precedent. If I were an early 12th century Cambodian artist, I would so totally create a kouprey silhouetted against the Angkor Wat. You’d have to be an idiot not to.

In any event, I don’t blame the artist for not producing an immediately recognizable creature. I mean, have a look at Blake’s rendering of The Tyger: It looks like a lump fish. Fearful symmetry? I think not. It doesn’t even look like a cat.

Anyway, what really concerns me about this carving is the sea creature coiled around it. Am I the only one whe sees that? Or is that just too crazy?

I love the World Net Daily. It is where I get my daily dose of dumbass. In today’s edition, reporter Bob Unruh informs us that Merriam-Webster has changed the definition of marriage to include those of the same sex. This is hard hitting news, indeed. The article quotes Eric B., a WND subscriber and blatant heterosexual, who is was so angry over this issue that he made a video about this definition change. Eric has done his research, and he has learned that the 1913 edition of the Merriam-Webster did not include this broader definition that includes same sex marriage.

I was shocked to see that Merriam-Webster changed their definition of the word ‘marriage’….” – Eric B.

The article also quotes a Youtube viewer who I will call Deepthroat – not because of his contribution this Woodward and Bernstein-like piece, but because my guess is that someone this insecure is most likely suffering from Ted Haggard Syndrome – reminds us that this is part of the hidden gay agenda for “homosexual activists to take control of the definition of the word and make it align with their goals”. I bet this guy cringes when he starts to think about a new definition of ‘gerbil’ might become.

If these folks are successful in changing back all definitions to what they were in 1913, because that is apparently when all was right with the world, they might want to have a go at changing other words back to their 1913 definitions, as well. A ‘voter’ can be defined as a “land owning male who has paid his poll tax”, for example. A professional baseball player can be defined as a ‘white guy’. Hell, let’s go further back and define the earth as “the flat planet that is the centre of the universe”, and a witch as a “a defendant who floats”.

Why didnt you do your homework?

Why didn't you do your homework?

P.Z. Myers – whose awesome blog I fall in and out of obsession with – has just posted a letter he received from a young Christian man, named Josh, whose mind was blown during a talk Myers gave at Missouri State University. I am immensely impressed by this guy, because I believe that it’s excruciatingly existentially painful to be shaken in this way, and the choice to let go of one’s dogma and freefall into the unknown is very courageous. Most people opt, instead, to double down.

Josh says that he was a very dogmatic Christian, prone to give answers like “God works in mysterious ways” in response to evidence of dissonance in his belief system. But learning how dogmatism tends to lead to some pretty repellant behavior that ultimately contradicts the belief system, snapped him out of his reverie and allowed him to approach the world and his faith with a more questioning mind:

Anyway, I suppose this isn’t terribly interesting to you in any event, but I’ve resolved to stop sitting in church and being spoon fed pre-cooked beliefs, and to start seeking answers by asking questions I was afraid to before. The founder of Buddhism once said, “Do not believe these things because I’ve told you to, but find truth through your own experiences.” I’ve adopted that to the core of my beliefs.

I still believe in God, and I still consider myself a Christian, but I’m seeing things in a different light. I’m finding the meaning behind the rituals and traditions, rather than just believing there’s power in “holy” water or an oyster cracker. I’ve begun searching for the reasons why certain rules are administered, instead of just saying “because the bible says so”.

I had my mind blown similarly. It happened when I was 9 years old, in the 4th grade at some religious school, where my teacher “Beatrice” (I can’t remember what her last name was, but I remember seeing her first name on a piece of paper on her desk, and that stuck with me for some reason) scared the holy living shit out of me on a daily basis. She was a real monster. Seven feet tall, balding, bug-eyed, pale (now that I think about it, she must have had a thyroid condition), and she would browbeat us all day long about God’s wrath and Hell. And this one day, she informed us all that if our parents loved us children more than they love God, they too will be going to hell, along with those of us who didn’t turn in our homework that day.

I was terrified. I knew that if I asked my parents, they’d tell me that they love me more. And I was right. I asked; and I was hysterical for the rest of the day. I was long since resigned to my own damnation, but I couldn’t handle seeing my parents damned because of me.

Now, that night, as I lay in bed freeeeking out, I decided to think this thing through, get to the bottom of it, and I started with the most basic thing I had learned about God. I remembered Beatrice holding up a ring for the class to see, and telling us that God is infinite, like a ring, with no beginning and no end – like the universe… and somehow that got me thinking about infinity and trying to imagine the universe without an end.

Here’s where things get a little oogyboogy: as I followed this train of thought, trying to imagine this Infinite Being concerning itself with my homework, I had this weird, warm calm just wash over me, completely quelling the panic I was in, and I actually heard a voice say, “God is not that small.”

Yeah, seriously, a voice. Kiss my ass.

It never happened before or since. I don’t see things or hear things, ever. But that little sentence put everything in perspective for me forever, and I have never been susceptible to indoctrination by any dogma – including atheism, though I consider atheism to be the most humane, responsible, and moral of all belief systems. I mean, if the world is going to be run by a bunch of fanatics, I’d be much more comfortable if these fanatics were focused on the belief that we’re all we’ve got, so we better honor that, and that this rich, fascinating planet is all we have, so let’s figure out how it all works and take good care of it for our kids.

If I were God, and I had an interest in humankind, I would completely remove myself from the equation (no sending locusts, no appearing on Phil T.’s friend’s crotch), so as not to interfere with the evolution of The Golden Rule as the guiding principle of all human endeavor. Atheism brings us closer to the honest, untainted practice of The Golden Rule than any other belief system, because God is not there to provide the imperative: we’re all we’ve got.

God is not there to forgive Dick Cheney on his deathbed after a life of black sin. He’s not there to offer an end to justify any means, or to provide an excuse for horrific behavior. Atheism demands that the means are the end. We don’t have to worry about coming back as a salamander. Without God, there’s nothing there to mediate our behavior, and the only reason we have for anything we do – barring sociopathy – the direct impact it has on each other, our community and our planet.

Atheism give people a real reason to be kind. So, I was heartened by Josh’s letter to P.Z. Myer because it’s so rare that you see someone have the courage to deliberately move from the secure place of knowing – from seeing his whole existence through a series of empty aphorisms. I really hope he maintains himself in this dissonant place between belief and skepticism – it’s a weird place to be, messy, but it’s cool once you get used to freefalling all the time.

Being the skeptic that I am, I tend not to believe rumors such as fake moon landings or 9/11 government conspiracies, until I check on the all-knowing internet. It is here where I learned that Barack Obama is really a Muslim, and that Elvis is alive, well and pumping gas at Shell station in Conway, Arkansas. So naturally I am a bit skeptical to learn of Jesus on a fish stick or a grilled cheese sandwich, until I log on and view it for myself. In this case, I know the owner of the jeans. It is on his crotch that Jesus appeared. Here it is:

Button Fly Jesus

Button Fly Jesus

It really is impressive, complete with eyes, nose, beard and a crown of thorns! I asked him what he was going to do with these jeans, and he said he might sell them on Ebay. I told him I thought that that is exactly what Jesus would want him to do.

When my friend told me that Jesus appeared in the crotch of a pair of jeans, I was both intrigued and excited. It isn’t often that one gets to see one of these miracles first hand, although in my case this was not the first time. When I was college, the blessed Mother Mary was making a habit of appearing in the clouds above a Catholic church in town, so one day some friends and I filled up our cooler full of beer, and headed to check it out first hand. It was a big deal at the time, and was covered by such hard-hitting news journalists as Maury Povich, who was the anchor at the time of A Current Affair. The crowd that day was huge, and we all waited with anticipation. We saw no Mary that day, but we catch what we thought to be the image Jim Bakker sneaking a bribe to Jessica Hahn.

Catholics are the best at finding these images. Maybe it is because they have more deities from which to pick and choose, or maybe it is because they drink more than Protestants. Maybe it is because most Hispanics are Catholic, and it is easier for the Jesus to show up on a tortilla than on a plate of spaghetti or kung pow chicken. When I was a kid growing up in Texas, it seemed like every other week there someone in Hondo or Laredo or San Antonio discovering Jesus on a tortilla. This schtick gets a little tiresome, and just once I would like to see a twist on this tired, old theme. Maybe a Lebanese baker could discover an image of Allah on some pita bread, and he could display it in his store window. Since Muslims don’t take kindly to images of Allah, we could take side bets on how long it would take for a fatwa to be issued, and whether the baker would show up for work the next day, and if so, if he would be without hands. There is no reason we can’t make spiritual occurrences fun!

I asked my friend if he really believed this was a Jesus image, and he replied, “Yes”. Then I asked him why Jesus and Mary always appear in vague images on the barks of trees and tortillas and imprinted seat cushions. I suggested it might make more sense for them to appear on the giant tv screen in Times Square, or to bump the anchor from the CNN news desk. “Well, now you are being ridiculous,” he said.

Ciacco the Hog

The Hungry Ghost is a forlorn spirit burdened with a chasm of unquenchable appetite that appears as a significant archetype in a number of Asian mythologies. In the Book of Enoch from the Christian Apocrypha, the Hungry Ghost manifests as the Grigori, spirits so voracious that they must take human form in an ultimately futile attempt to quell the unappeasable demands that are the very essence of their being. At its most allegorical, the Hungry Ghost certainly represents the insatiable lusts, illusory needs, and seemingly bottomless greed that result in so much ill in human affairs. The modern, educated, person may dismiss Hungry Ghosts and the whole host of other archetypal demons as merely symbolic but our ancestors considered them as real as the thunder, lightening, or human imperfections they described. The modern guy or gal on the go continue to be accosted by all manner of anomalous being , usually on lonely country lanes, but the encounter is inevitably rationalized away as a bit of “undigested roast beef” or better yet temporal lobe epilepsy. But what of the Hungry Ghosts, the Grigori, are they merely imaginary figments? If not, where do they reside and manifest in our enlightened age?

“Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful state of luck.” …The Dalai Lama

Look no further than the Wall Street “financial class” for the contemporary face of the Hungry Ghost. Hungry Ghosts do not create jobs, generate ideas, or produce real wealth. Hungry Ghosts are not entrepreneurs, mavericks, or any thing else that sounds romantic or swashbuckling. They are amoral greed heads who despite their already obscene wealth, continue to suck blood from the stone of every available government loop hole, social earmark, and banking Ponzi scheme, while somehow convincing roughly half of the US voting populace that this is what free enterprise, i.e. democracy, looks like. Thinkest thou upon these things the next time you’re prioritizing your budget between groceries, the mortgage, and the heating bill.

“I know how difficult it is to put food on your family”… George W. Bush.

Propaganda to the contrary, Hungry Ghosts are not particularly intelligent but they are extremely clever and have a talented nose for the path of least resistance. Unrelenting hunger does that to you. Demagogues (the power hungry charismatic leader is another demon for another dissertation) are the historical ally of the Hungry Ghost. Hungry Ghosts will willingly part with relatively small pieces of their treasure to promote demagogues who use their superior people skills to steer discontent mobs toward the Hungry Ghost’s way of seeing things. If this is beginning to sound like modern AM radio, well…you said it not me. The daily AM radio harangue maintains that “government regulations are the true enemy” and cautions that any deviation from this line will lead to the dreaded system of SOCIALISM. This blather masquerades as an ideology called conservatism and worships a mythological figure they call Ronald Reagan (some historians claim that there once really was a person named Ronald Reagan but that he bears little resemblance to the conservative demi-deity). The meta-message in play here is the promotion of the false god of left wing/right wing dichotomy- which more expressive commentators have called the “modern day dumb show”. Social scientists often remark that “the lack of control increases illusory pattern perception”. Really, they say that all the time. Cultural observers will note that as “conservative” radio continues down the winding path toward marginalized cult, the craziness meter will tip further into the red—but don’t stop listening—a wise man dismisses nothing out of hand.

“You can always tell a shit by their need to always be right”…William Burroughs

Since the collapse of the Soviet Union, the word on the street is that communism has failed everywhere it has “been tried”. Of course the man himself, Karl Marx, didn’t recommend just “giving communism a try”, he basically said it “would emerge after capitalism collapsed of its own inner contradictions” (yes, I know Marx eventually came around to pushing revolution as a radical but necessary response to the truly fiendish injustices of the industrial revolution. So what?). Marx said that communism was a historical and inevitable evolutionary process brought about by greedheads always taking more than they need and everybody else being forced to overextend their credit. The last time this bit of Social Darwinism came close to emerging from the historical ooze was during the Great Depression of the 1930s. President Franklin Roosevelt responded to the crisis by implementing some government programs that could be interpreted as SOCIALISM, which gave depression era Hungry Ghosts corresponding conniptions. In retrospect it is clear that FDR’s actions actually prevented the country’s evolutionary collapse into communism. Being the great connivers that they are, the greedhead hungry ghost bastards have continued to do pretty well for themselves in this more mixed economy but their physiological insatiability renders them incapable of any kind of historic perspective on the matter.

“I can conceive of nothing in religion, science, or philosophy that is anything more than the proper thing to wear for a while.” …Charles Hoy Fort

Despite what they try to sell the kids at the Cineplex, during humankind’s darker ages, priests, shamen, and other sundry necromancers never sought to eliminate or defeat Hungry Ghosts or for that matter any other supernatural entity. Rather, throughout history, the enduring hope for much conjuring and other ritualistic running about has been the possibility of bending these energies to human will. The economics of harnessing non-human sentience has always been and always will be a risky and imperfect science (perhaps more grant money…) yet the lassie faire alternative is to let the demon spawn fuck with us as they please. It’s not a great leap from casting out demons to casting out the money changers (we’ll give the unclean a pass on this one). Drafting legislation and creating regulations, analogies to sausage production aside, is too often like so much incredulous conjuring—but unlike say, the vacuous rites of the contemporary church, accountability and oversight actually have the potential to produce some tangible benefit. Government regulation of any kind is an imperfect and risky enterprise and it will never eliminate Hungry Ghosts, but perhaps greed and even the greedy can be constructively harnessed and bent to human will. The alternative is to allow the demon spawn to continue to fuck with us as they please.

“Five years after you get your degree in economics all you’re going to remember are two things-supply and demand”…Father Guido Sarducci

Kiss my ASS, mugumogu!

First she sends me this:

Inheretence

It is evil what our grandchildren will inherit. Nothing but work to pay taxes. Economic slavery.

Then she follows it up with this:

Inherentence #2

(1) Economic slavery (2) The second inheritance, from my point of view, is the slavery of fear which will come from the Narco thugs. I totally blame the Americans who do drugs, who glamorize drugs and who do nothing to protect our children and citizens.

If any of you ever had any doubt that this woman was going to end up in the black depths of hell, I hope that this latest installment has fixed your minds. Have no pity.

First thing, we are, right this very moment, paying off, in taxes, Reagan’s debt – Reagan’s “put in on my card” economic policy has sold the United States off and left us and our kids paying off the principle and the interest to kingdom come. Secondly, our kids are going to be paying for the bogus, botched, immoral, opportunistic FUBAR of an occupation, the cost of which (trillions) was never factored in to Bush’s budget. Third, since when is investing in the infrastructure of our own country considered “debt”? How is it that mortgaging the USA to China and blowing trillions of dollars and thousands of lives on Iraq is considered fiscally conservative, while pouring money into our own country is considered evil? Huh? ‘Splain it!

And the Slavery of Fear? Lady, have you been conscious for the past 8 years, let alone the last 5 minutes? Oh, they’re going to get us with pen guns! Remote control airplane bombs! We don’t know where or how or when! Code Orange!!! Duct tape your windows and shop shop shop (at amazon)! Oh no no!! Islamofascists! Burkas! Secular Humanists! The War on Santa! Commies!!!1!!!1

Now for part two: You know who the Narco Thugs are (besides the glamorous Limbaugh, I mean)? The Narco Thugs are the pharmaceutical companies that are fighting tooth and nail to keep meth fixin’s legal, while producing enormously addictive medicines and inventing silly conditions to cure. They’re the alcohol and tobacco lobbyists, fighting to keep their most deadly chemical substances widely accessible. And God’s big fat mistake, marijuana, which generates hardly a statistical blip, and which has proved to be a medicinal godsend to so many, is illegal, while the people who have made a business out of its prohibition are murdering everyone over money.

Put that in your pipe, mom.

Love,

ilsita

(Ghod!!)

I’m done writing about the Mormon Church for a while. Magic underwear and Baptizing dead folks seems too far out for my belief system. I think I’ll just stick to the common sense things about religion that I was brought up believing – like virgin births and talking snakes – and I’ll leave that other stuff with the delusional religious crazies.

Earlier this week, a statue of Colonel Sanders was pulled from a river in Osaka, Japan; where it has rested for the past twenty-five years. Apparently, there was a tradition among the fans of the Hanshin Tigers, of jumping into the river to celebrate the team’s successes. Since many believed that the Colonel had a striking resemblance to Randy Bass, a first baseman who played for the team at the time. Frankly, I don’t see it, and I suspect that most pot-bellied Oklahoma rednecks look like Colonel Sanders to the average Japanese person.

colonel-sanders-statue

Now KFC is trying to figure out what to do with this statue. This incident is famous for creating the Curse of the Colonel, because since this statue has been submerged, the team’s fortunes have fallen on hard times. For most non-Mormons, this probably sounds like a lot of hocus pocus, but to a Red Sox fan like myself, who suffered from the Curse of the Bambino, it makes absolute sense – like the stories of Noah’s Ark and the Burning Bush.

The team is considering displaying it at the entrance to their stadium, but the Colonial is now missing both of his hands. Personally, I think it should be donated to PETA, an organization that is no fan of KFC or the late Colonel Sanders. It might help to mend fences between the two organizations. They could auction it off as piece of artwork titled The Colonel in Hell. I mean, what could be a greater Hell for the Colonel than living an eternity alone, rock hard, with no hands left to choke the chicken. That is when those Mormon masturbation control techniques might come in handy.

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