Death for me over the years has rarely been difficult to process and move on. I've buried quite a few, only mourned a couple. The two I mourn are now memories I guard so earnestly a mother bear could not rival my ferocity. These two people immediately bring on the wet eyes and short tight breaths when I just so much as think on their lives, their influence, and my loss.
This past January I experienced a third loss of someone very important in my life. It's hit me very hard, and I am surprise
There is nothing more aggravating than being in the middle of a discussion about the parameters of what constitutes a God, and another atheist in the discussion says to you,"You are being intellectually dishonest by saying deities absolutely do not exist. You cannot know 100% for sure if a god exists or not. You're making our cause look as stupid as that twat you are talking to."
This is a frequent sticking point betwixt the religious and atheists, as well as between atheists and their fello
So I had my first real after deconversion death in my family. My Wife's maternal grandmother passed away over the weekend and we had the viewing and funeral this week. It was my first time viewing death from a non Christian perspective. I must admit, I didn't like it. Losing people you know and love always sucks, regardless of whether or not you believe in god. Ill call her grandma from here on to make it easier to write.
Grandma was a minister's wife and that was her entire life. She relish
I was thinking of about this thing that happened years ago when I was in college and even today it makes me smile. I thought I'd share it since it keeps on coming to mind as of late
It's a short tale, so don't be too worried. Years ago when I first started out at college I would get to there early before class started and go to the library where I'd read books and/or converse with people from my class. Anyways, when it would rain I would bring my umbrella with me (obviously) and I would get
This is not a well-thought out entry.
I'm just really pissed at myself and at other people right now. Just messaged a friend online. Got the brush off. A variation of "I'm busy and I'll try to talk/email later this week."
Fuck it. I'm through caring about people IRL. They're all a bunch of fucking liars and hypocrites. It's always "I'll make time for you later."
Reminds me so much of my childhood, I can't stand it. My parents were like that, always wrapped up in their own worlds, put
I suppose it would be wise to establish just exactly where I stand before I begin chronically my journey through doubt. To do this we must go back to the very beginning; to the point at which I was first exposed to the Christian faith, no still further than that....to the family I was born into.
Both my parents were brought up in active Christian households, their lives heavily influenced by the Protestant Church and the Bible. They attended Church religiously, participated i
So I'm pissed off at MJ again.
Why do I care so much about this one friend from the old days? Why does she get under my skin when no one else does?
MJ is expecting. She is due in September, I think. Maybe August. I haven't seen her since April (or was it May?) We had a falling out about my lack of belief and my unwillingness to sugarcoat things around her. She wants God to be real, really real and can't tolerate my outspokenness.
GOD AIN'T REAL.
It doesn't matter if you feel him,
July. A crazy month if there ever was one. It was around this time last year that I began to doubt the existence of Yahweh and his holey son Jesus. I wasn't in a good place mentally. I had been writing a lot of erotic smut and posting to a few websites that are into that sort of thing. It was a release for me, a release after 2 years of attempted reparative therapy. From 2008 (when I accepted Christ) until 2012 (when I had my falling out of sorts with God), I was beset by "demons".
It's holiday in America today this is Independence Day and it's all about celebrating the cut off of America from Britain a very long time ago. I've heard fireworks going for two days now in fact I hear some now just out my window. I really don't observe this holiday. I'm certainly not a red,white and blue Yankee and I've never waved a stars and stripes flag before. England will always hold a better portion of my heart. But this is the holiday I find most annoying, and not that I mind Americ
Someone I know recently was involved in an "altercation" that left them pretty badly injured. As he lies in intensive care his family updates everyone on the situation and all I see are messages thanking God for helping him recover and all that shit. The only thing I can think of reading these messages is this same piece of shit who is apparently helping him recover also caused him all this harm.
In the book of Job, it opens with all that Job had and details how he lost it all. The book ends
"Well aren't you just a big boy!"
I'd just rang the door bell of the rather palatial corner lot's brick coated home a few seconds previous when I heard an elderly voice sounding rather enigmatic and enthusiastic, about what I had no idea, from the other side of the large front door I was waiting patiently in front of. A few more moments pass and a rather stout woman, probably in her mid 60's judging by her short cropped silver hair and slowly sagging face, answered the door with a smile. She
Oh Heavenly Father, his bones are cold,
His skin is stretched tight across his skull,
Thin golden locks of hair have fallen onto the cream colored silk pillow of his eternal bed
no longer rooted in his scalp.
He rots in festered enzymatic fluids and mold,
Consumed by the biological processes of decomposition,
All the while trapped inside his tight little box
six feet underneath the grassy turf of the family cemetery.
He succumbed to death's shadow six years ago,
The Girl That Shouldn't Be Here
Into this world I came. Unexpected.
It was my grandpa's worst nightmare.
So bad, he told my mom to never come home pregnant.
And as you so often get what you fear most, thats what happened.
Because of the absence of love she saw no other way then to run away.
The only reason to go back home was, to give birth.
And then he made her stay.
There was no help. Only desparation.
Finally she got to know some people who helped her out.
With her troubled soul
Many of you have left Christianity behind and turned to atheism or something else. Some of you may have some concerns or doubts about your abandonment of Christianity like:
What if I'm wrong and their right?
What if hell is real, and what if I'm going there for leaving my Christian life
I still want to believe there is a god without being religious.
First and foremost I'd like to rejoice that you have succeeded in overcoming your brainwashing, because billions of people are still menta
This is a heavy entry. I'm trying to sort some things out.
TRIGGER WARNING: Talk of sexual abuse below. Do not read if this is a problem for you.
I've dealt with depression for most of my life. As a small child, I was very quiet, always afraid of my father who had a boiling hot temper. He wasn't around much due to his job, but when he was home, we were expected to walk on eggshells. He drank a lot and wasn't always the kindest man around. Don't get it twisted. He was a good provider, not
I'm tired of pithy sayings.
A good friend of mine said that God only lets us get as much as we can handle. I strongly disagree. I'm tired of arguing with her. Not that we have been arguing. One can't argue with someone who refuses to engage in reality, preferring to maintain delusions about a best friend named Jesus.
Thing is, I've been considering going back to it all. I almost want the delusion. I want the dreams. I want the comfort.
I'm sick and my grandmother is sick and everyone
When I was a kid I liked the song JOY JOY this must surely mean, jesus first and yourself last and others in between. That resonated with my natural propensity for looking after people, so I learned early to care deeply about everyone's needs. To me this has been the focus of my life, the way I thought we were meant to live to make the world a better place for all of us.
During my time as a christian I was often puzzled by people not reciprocating that. I have spent a lot of my life crying b
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I generally live a stress-free life but university study somewhat fights against my attempts to do that. The last few months have been especially stressful as I've been struggling with motivation with my university studies, dealing with family pressure to move closer to home and as a result it has been bringing me down. I notice the stress gets so bad sometimes I feel ill. I guess that is why blogging can be cathartic - it relieves stress that's been building up (which is why I am probably doing
So alright. There's been a surge of forum threads in here recently that in one way or another dealt with feminism and/or related topics. And methinks there's some common mistakes made on both sides there... mistakes that grab a basically good discussion and toss it into the sewers. It may perhaps help if we all, should we ever touch that topic again, try to keep in mind a few things that I feel need to be considered.
What exactly is feminism anyway?
I've seen quite some unneccessary bitc
For just one year of my life, just one, I would like it if there was nothing to be angry about. That is yet to happen. No liars, no emotional. retards, no bludgers, no people where I have to carry the whole load for the relationship, no fairweather friends, no people who havent dealt with their own emotional issues. I'm just so fucking tired of having to beg people for the things I need. I want my life to be more than just working and my heart hurting and washing sox.
I've written a couple of posts where I have them mostly finished, then I draft them and then I delete them. I think for me it's sometimes good enough just to get something off my chest and I don't need for anyone to really see it. Especially because more often than not I couldn't be bothered dealing with the backlash. For example, just now I deleted my rant on society's emphasis and idolisation of parents and children and I feel a lot better now.
Anyways, lesson being - sometimes just yellin
This past Sunday, Frazier Glen Cross, a founder and former leader of the Carolina Knights of the Ku Klux Klan and the White Patriot Party, gunned down three people in front of Jewish centers in Kansas this past Sunday. This is a significant day in the Jewish calendar as celebrations for Passover are in full swing.
On a humanist level, I find it upsetting that this 70+ year old man felt it was necessary to gun down bystanders in Jewish communities to satisfy his hate filled urgings. At the sa