Somewhere, in a galaxy far, far away...

considering how unfathomably gigantic the universe is, there's a pretty good shot that somewhere among the stars there could be life. and if there is life, it could be intelligent life. and if there is intelligent life, then surely they too have an annoyingly enormous faction of insane delusionoids making outrageous, unprovable claims that bring progression to a halt.

or, perhaps they're intelligent enough to see through the bullshit, and, ultimately put an end to it. however possible.

one can only hope.

(via smbc)

A great interview with my favorite dick

when it comes to great minds of now, i can't imagine a list that didn't include richard dawkins. the new york times ran this great piece on him recently and i encourage you to read it. (read his books too, they're fascinatingly badass)

here are a few quotes from the article that stand out to me:

“Religion teaches you to be satisfied with nonanswers. It’s a sort of crime against childhood.”

“I’ve had perfectly wonderful conversations with Anglican bishops, and I rather suspect if you asked in a candid moment, they’d say they don’t believe in the virgin birth. But for every one of them, four others would tell a child she’ll rot in hell for doubting.”

“If you look up at the Milky Way through the eyes of Carl Sagan, you get a feeling in your chest of something greater than yourself. And it is. But it’s not supernatural.”

boo yah.

Ah... yes! now it all makes sense!

My point, exactly

(via smbc)

Um... it's not the fucking blood of jesus, okay?

i don't care what your man in the pointy hat says... or what father so-and-so does to it... that's wine or grape juice or whatever it is your church wastes time and money on.

it is NOT the blood of jesus, metaphorically or otherwise. 

it is no more the blood of jesus than a can of pop is booty-shakin' juice, or a stein of beer is make-your-sister-look-decent drink, or a shot of tequila is license for me to kick some ass.

it's all smoke, mirrors and make-believe. to think it's anything other than that is a sad, disrespectful slap in the face of reality.

(image via smbc)

You can't be smart & believe in this stuff. really.

i'm sorry. but the bat-shit-crazy-sky-god-lovin-delusionoids CANNOT have it both ways. you cannot be taken seriously, as someone with some sign of intelligence, and at the same time believe this nutball priest actually talks to demons.

and casts them out.

of fucking people's bodies.

YOU CAN'T!

sorry. i know you'd like to. and i know it's p.c. to not call you out on this bullshit. but i'm fucking tired of it. i'm tired of being a slave to your ignorant desire to reject progression, just because you are too lazy to do your fucking homework.

fuck that.

What i learned as a priest

so i went as a priest for halloween. here's what i learned:

• people are more apt to talk to you
• when you walk around you feel a sort of power over everyone else, that you can do things or get things easier than someone who isn't a wearing that silly collar
• everyone assumes you have some strange sexual fetish
• no one questions the insanity for which you stand

Oh the subtle ironies of my halloween costume...

bwahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha....

They aren't just full of shit... they are shit...

... of course, not because they're gay (i mean, if you're gay, you're gay, what the fuck are you supposed to do?)...

... but because they're priests. and according to the catholic church, they shouldn't be fucking... anything.

but they are!

dudes are fuckin' dudes! and gettin' caught! in ITALY!

what would jesus do? that's what i wanna know.

cosi molto bene!

huzzah!

!!!