So I'm surfing through some sad news stories and I read the comment section and there is post after identical post of "my prayers," "gobbless," "in a better place now," "god needed another angel," "my prayers," "gobbless." On and on. So I post a comment saying that there is no better place for a child than in her mother's arms. I say there is no god and that the only reason people believe in a god is because the religious indoctrination of children is still legal, and it's child abuse.
So what happens? Holy rollers spent hours googling my commenting name and actually found out who I was. Then they sent emails to my immediate supervisor AND the president of the university where I work. They attacked my family website and mailed death threats to me. Pathetic bullies. It just seems to me that their god wouldn't be proud of them for their actions.
So I had to shut down my website for awhile. I had to explain to my supervisor the whole story. Now it's all fixed up and I feel even stronger about posting my feelings. I changed my commenting name and made it impossible to trace back to me. It's completely anonymous.
Now I'm back to posting atheist posts. There is no god.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Rosalie Walks!
13 and a half months old and Rosalie has started walking. She is such an amazing person. I have three amazing children, each of them with very distinct personalities. I am such a lucky dad. I tell them everday that I love them and that my love for them is bigger than the sky. Watch Sammy kiss his sister's foot at 0:30 seconds into the video. Where's my Kleenex?
Heaven? No thanks!
Eternity is an unpleasant concept to me. How could I be happy in heaven knowing that freak accidents and horrible murders are happening on Earth? Does god make me blind to events on Earth? Well, who does he think he is? I want to know about my loved ones! Good times or bad, I want to be there for them. What happens in heaven? Are my memories erased? No thanks.
When someone dies, especially a child, I often hear religiots say things like, "she's in a better place now" or "god needed another angel." Those comments make me sick. How could a child be in a better place than her mother's arms? When god "needs" another angel, why doesn't he "take" them while they're sleeping, instead of drowning them, or letting them die in fires, etc.? Let's not even discuss sex crimes and murders. If there's a god, I hate him.
I do not believe in a god but even if I did I would never force religion upon my children. When they're older they can decide for themselves. I was raised a catholic (I refuse to capitalize it) and I remember being haunted as a small child by the man in agony nailed to that cross. Who would allow little children to gaze upon such a horrible sight? And then tell the child that the man died for ME! Crazy! Child abuse!
The older I get the more sad memories I gather. That's life. Many happy memories too, of course. If not for happiness life wouldn't be worth it and it wouldn't make sense to have children. I see now that eventually the sad will outweigh the happy and I'll be ready to step aside for the next generation. Hopefully I'll die in my sleep, although so many brave and innocent humans have died in such painful ways that I feel guilty for hoping for a painless exit. Perhaps, if I get the big C, I'll walk to the edge of the Grand Canyon and learn how to fly.
Yup, heaven looks pretty damned ridiculous.
When someone dies, especially a child, I often hear religiots say things like, "she's in a better place now" or "god needed another angel." Those comments make me sick. How could a child be in a better place than her mother's arms? When god "needs" another angel, why doesn't he "take" them while they're sleeping, instead of drowning them, or letting them die in fires, etc.? Let's not even discuss sex crimes and murders. If there's a god, I hate him.
I do not believe in a god but even if I did I would never force religion upon my children. When they're older they can decide for themselves. I was raised a catholic (I refuse to capitalize it) and I remember being haunted as a small child by the man in agony nailed to that cross. Who would allow little children to gaze upon such a horrible sight? And then tell the child that the man died for ME! Crazy! Child abuse!
The older I get the more sad memories I gather. That's life. Many happy memories too, of course. If not for happiness life wouldn't be worth it and it wouldn't make sense to have children. I see now that eventually the sad will outweigh the happy and I'll be ready to step aside for the next generation. Hopefully I'll die in my sleep, although so many brave and innocent humans have died in such painful ways that I feel guilty for hoping for a painless exit. Perhaps, if I get the big C, I'll walk to the edge of the Grand Canyon and learn how to fly.
Yup, heaven looks pretty damned ridiculous.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Fire!
A neighbor's garage burned down the other night around 11PM. We could see the raging fire from our livingroom window. Fortune smiled upon them and no one was hurt. I couldn't sleep that night. I tossed and turned and looked at the ceiling trying to figure out how I could protect my family from fire. I already have a smoke alarm in every room and a photo-electric flame detector (with a light) in the hallway and I test them often. We also have a carbon monoxide detector. Still though, a fire might block me from reaching the children because of the hallway layout. Suddenly it came to me - why can't I just go through the wall to get my children? Well, the next morning I went to Ace Hardware and talked with my hardware buddies about it and I walked out with a 13 pound mini-sledge. It will go right through drywall. I also bought a hundred dollar extension ladder. If the room is on fire I can jump out the window, grab the extension ladder, and be in the kid's room in under a minute.
I used to think it was weird for parents to sleep with their children, especially older children. Now I have a totally reversed opinion. If my children sleep with me tonight and a fire breaks out, I know where they are. They're right within reach and I can scoop all three of them up and be outside in seconds. Ain't nothing wrong with sleeping with your kids! Some psychologists say the kids might have future issues? I doubt it. One thing's for sure - they'll be alive to deal with those issues.
Do you have children? Test your smoke alarm this instant!
I used to think it was weird for parents to sleep with their children, especially older children. Now I have a totally reversed opinion. If my children sleep with me tonight and a fire breaks out, I know where they are. They're right within reach and I can scoop all three of them up and be outside in seconds. Ain't nothing wrong with sleeping with your kids! Some psychologists say the kids might have future issues? I doubt it. One thing's for sure - they'll be alive to deal with those issues.
Do you have children? Test your smoke alarm this instant!
Friday, January 23, 2009
It's Thrilling To Say "President Obama"
Listening to the rah-rah attitude on inauguration day I was filled with an optimism I hadn't felt since before John Lennon died. Wait. Maybe not even then. Maybe that feeling goes all the way back to the optimism of the Kennedy presidency. I was 8 years old in 1963, that magic time before America's optimism was dashed by an assassin. I remember the intense sorrow felt by my parents and teachers, all the tears.
Amazingly, CBS Morning News first reported about Beatlemania on the morning of the day Kennedy was shot. A month after the assasination the Beatles scored their first #1 hit, 'I Want To Hold Your Hand,' and I was one of 74 million people on February 9 who watched the Beatles perform live on The Ed Sullivan Show. Were you?
Amazingly, CBS Morning News first reported about Beatlemania on the morning of the day Kennedy was shot. A month after the assasination the Beatles scored their first #1 hit, 'I Want To Hold Your Hand,' and I was one of 74 million people on February 9 who watched the Beatles perform live on The Ed Sullivan Show. Were you?
As I got older I looked forward to each of John Lennon's solo releases. When he was murdered a part of me was murdered. "They" say that the day Buddy Holly died was the day the music died, but I have listened carefully to all of Buddy Holly's songs and John Lennon blows Buddy Holly out of the water (whatever that means). I've always felt that December 8, 1980, was the day I lost my faith in humanity, the day the music truly died. However, after watching Obama's inauguration, I'm grokking that I may have lost my faith way back in 1963.
Congratulations, President "No Drama" Obama, for making it all the way to the White House. I'm not sure how I feel about you risking the lives of your family to get there (and stay there) but I am glad that America finally has a truly intelligent president, ala Lincoln. Perhaps sanity will return to America. Perhaps the wars will end. Perhaps America will truly become again the home of the brave.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Who Am I To Make More Humans?
I am ashamed of myself for being so selfish to believe I had the right to create life. I didn't take the time to consider what life really is. Now I have three children that I love more than life and if anyone harmed them I'd, I'd..., but there is nothing I can do to prevent them from eventually dying. What was I thinking? How could I do this to someone I love?
As I type these words I hear my darling ten month old daughter coughing in her crib. We just laid her down. This afternoon she developed a fever of 100, she's breathing fast, and she has a runny nose. Google says it's probably something called RSV. I don't care what it's called. All I know is that every two weeks (especially since our five year old started kindergarten) one or more of our children are sick, and often the adults are too. There seems to be a virus waiting around every corner. Life isn't that fun right now. We stay healthy for a week or two and then all of us are sick again.
What bothers me most of all is that I know that each of my children will die, probably of old age (knock on wood), but they will die. Alone. Without me there to hold them. This tears me apart. Last night I slept with my middle child, three year old Pete. As he slept I held him and I could feel his new heart beating strongly, and I circled my thumb and pointer finger around his tiny wrist, and I thought about how innocent he is and I cried to think that my son will eventually die.
Since they did not ask to be born (I did not ask to be born either) I say they should not have to follow society's rules and become "responsible" adults and "contribute" to society. Pah! I now devote the rest of my life to enabling them to never have to work a day in their lives. They did not ask for this misery. I must die before them but I intend to do everything I can to make sure they do not have to work unless they wish to. It is my lapse of foresight that brought them into this world of wars and murder (same thing), heartbreak and tragedy, pollution and greed (same thing). I read a quote somewhere that said life is tragedy with momentary bursts of joy. My children are my "bursts of joy."
As I type these words I hear my darling ten month old daughter coughing in her crib. We just laid her down. This afternoon she developed a fever of 100, she's breathing fast, and she has a runny nose. Google says it's probably something called RSV. I don't care what it's called. All I know is that every two weeks (especially since our five year old started kindergarten) one or more of our children are sick, and often the adults are too. There seems to be a virus waiting around every corner. Life isn't that fun right now. We stay healthy for a week or two and then all of us are sick again.
What bothers me most of all is that I know that each of my children will die, probably of old age (knock on wood), but they will die. Alone. Without me there to hold them. This tears me apart. Last night I slept with my middle child, three year old Pete. As he slept I held him and I could feel his new heart beating strongly, and I circled my thumb and pointer finger around his tiny wrist, and I thought about how innocent he is and I cried to think that my son will eventually die.
Since they did not ask to be born (I did not ask to be born either) I say they should not have to follow society's rules and become "responsible" adults and "contribute" to society. Pah! I now devote the rest of my life to enabling them to never have to work a day in their lives. They did not ask for this misery. I must die before them but I intend to do everything I can to make sure they do not have to work unless they wish to. It is my lapse of foresight that brought them into this world of wars and murder (same thing), heartbreak and tragedy, pollution and greed (same thing). I read a quote somewhere that said life is tragedy with momentary bursts of joy. My children are my "bursts of joy."
Sunday, August 24, 2008
God Is The Ultimate Serial Killer
Is there a god? Well if there is he/she/it has has murdered more humans than all the serial killers in history have murdered, combined! Add up all the humans killed by other humans throughout history, include the war dead, and god has killed way way more than that number. Why? Well, duh! Because god LOVES US! God is the greatest serial killer of all time, even greater than George Bush.
Abortion kills unborn babies. That's imaginary god's ace up the sleeve. No serial killer can compete with abortion statistics. God wins hands down! Yay god!
I have had two abortions. I regret both of them of course, but I have finally forgiven myself. If I hadn't talked two wonderful people into aborting there might be an extra 12 year old and an extra 28 year old on the planet. I can't think about that too much. I miss them terribly.
I love my living children. Two toddler boys and an infant daughter. I am a very lucky human. I teach them to be considerate and polite to their fellow humans, but only to a certain extent. When they eventually ask me about god (and Santa Claus and the tooth fairy) I will tell them the truth. I will say, "Some people believe in those things but Daddy doesn't." Am I going to hell? Well, if there is a hell I sure hope I'm going there! I certainly don't want to have anything to do with a god who permits the murdering of innocent unborn children, or the gassing of four million children who died in the Holocaust, and allows all the innocent babies to die of AIDS every day, and looks the other way while children are raped and murdered. A god who can create an infinite universe could definitely step in and stop a Nazi from tearing an infant from her mother's arms and throwing it into a raging fire, don't you think?
What does one do in heaven? Sit there throughout eternity and watch as their descendants go through life after life (after life)? Isn't eternity forever? Isn't forever a really really long time? What if one of their grandchildren, or one of their great-great-great-great-great grandchildren, falls through the ice and can't find the opening again and realizes with terror that Mommy and Daddy can't save them and finally gives up and breathes in water and dies in convulsive spasms of agony? Let's not even mention house fires and car accidents. That's another rant. These horrible deaths happen every day down here on Earth. Why does their god let that happen? Because he decided it was time for them to join him? Jeez, you'd think he'd treat an innocent child a bit nicer, like letting them die in their sleep maybe. No, there can't be a god. I have absolutely no interest, zero, in going to this so-called heaven. No thank you. When I die, I will be recycled by the earth and so will you. If it turns out there's a god I will do everything I can to slap his face. I'm laughing now about that thought.
Oh please, you religious types, don't give me that "god has a plan," "god has a reason" bullshit. You make me sick.
Abortion kills unborn babies. That's imaginary god's ace up the sleeve. No serial killer can compete with abortion statistics. God wins hands down! Yay god!
I have had two abortions. I regret both of them of course, but I have finally forgiven myself. If I hadn't talked two wonderful people into aborting there might be an extra 12 year old and an extra 28 year old on the planet. I can't think about that too much. I miss them terribly.
I love my living children. Two toddler boys and an infant daughter. I am a very lucky human. I teach them to be considerate and polite to their fellow humans, but only to a certain extent. When they eventually ask me about god (and Santa Claus and the tooth fairy) I will tell them the truth. I will say, "Some people believe in those things but Daddy doesn't." Am I going to hell? Well, if there is a hell I sure hope I'm going there! I certainly don't want to have anything to do with a god who permits the murdering of innocent unborn children, or the gassing of four million children who died in the Holocaust, and allows all the innocent babies to die of AIDS every day, and looks the other way while children are raped and murdered. A god who can create an infinite universe could definitely step in and stop a Nazi from tearing an infant from her mother's arms and throwing it into a raging fire, don't you think?
What does one do in heaven? Sit there throughout eternity and watch as their descendants go through life after life (after life)? Isn't eternity forever? Isn't forever a really really long time? What if one of their grandchildren, or one of their great-great-great-great-great grandchildren, falls through the ice and can't find the opening again and realizes with terror that Mommy and Daddy can't save them and finally gives up and breathes in water and dies in convulsive spasms of agony? Let's not even mention house fires and car accidents. That's another rant. These horrible deaths happen every day down here on Earth. Why does their god let that happen? Because he decided it was time for them to join him? Jeez, you'd think he'd treat an innocent child a bit nicer, like letting them die in their sleep maybe. No, there can't be a god. I have absolutely no interest, zero, in going to this so-called heaven. No thank you. When I die, I will be recycled by the earth and so will you. If it turns out there's a god I will do everything I can to slap his face. I'm laughing now about that thought.
Oh please, you religious types, don't give me that "god has a plan," "god has a reason" bullshit. You make me sick.
Friday, July 11, 2008
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