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But he saw their (lack of) reactions and understood: They have comprehended slaughter their entire lives. They understood that to eat meat something must die. It was he, the city boy, that had a jarring reaction to the slaughter. Strangely, (perversely?) the act of killing an animal gives you a deeper respect for it. Maybe not. I know that when I was a kid, catching fish didn't have any sort of existential meaning. But certainly, now, when I eat a fish I have caught I reflect upon the beauty and brutality of all of it. (Cue the violin music and sappy stuff) It reminds me of a quote, "I am the good shepherd. The good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep." We are the shepherds of the earth. All of the earth's creatures are our sheep, and we have a responsibility to them. Certainly, we milk them, we eat them, we kill them... But we owe them something. As humans we owe to them more than that of a mindless predator. Ducks Unlimited is a good example. Ducks Unlimited is a great organization. This is a group of rich dudes who love to hunt ducks with shotguns. But you know what? Ducks Unlimited spends millions upon millions of dollars to preserve the marshes for duck habitats. It is the hunters -- perversely -- who are the greatest champions for duck preservation. Me? I fucking love crabs, and it hurts my heart to see one covered in oil. Permalink to this post. |
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I have had dogs my entire life. In the same way that time is divided between pre and post-Katrina, time in my life has been divided between when I had Bridget, Pippi, or Muffy. Dogs have a very malleable phenotype. Dogs are really wolves, and humans have bred them over thousands of years into a form that they find pleasing. We have bred out (when it suited us) the random aggression, we have bred out the stupidity. We have created a perfect animal to suit our needs. They have been bred to support us emotionally and materially. Dogs can sniff out drugs. Dogs can lead the blind. Dogs can (I hear) herd sheep. Dogs can play the lead in a movie. Dogs can sit in an old lady's lap and make her feel loved. Because of all of this we have an obligation. We have created the "Dog." The Dog did not exist until humans bred this animal to their liking. It's like the old cliche, "You broke it, you bought it." Well, we broke the wolf, and we have an obligation to it. The thing I hate the most about living in the country is driving down Highway 22 and seeing the dead dogs. Seeing an animal that lives to serve man mowed down by a Speeding Sedan. This corpse on the road was bred to think to itself, "I love people, where are people, I'm going to find people," and then it is mowed down by a car. This morning I drove down highway 22 and saw a redneck family. The kids were getting ready for school, and the white puppy was bouncing around the kids preparing for the bus. It was almost out of a Norman Rockwell painting. Except the day before I almost hit the white puppy. The stupid fucking hicks let the puppy roam about their yard and highway 22. These stupid fucking pieces of white trash let this puppy waltz onto the highway, "because he's a dawg, that's what dawgs doo". Fuck you, you piece of white trash shit. Take care of your fucking dog. OK, so here's the Dilly-O. (Mark this on your calendar, hippies, this the only time I'm going to be a tree-hugger) Humans have an obligation to the Dog. We created the Dog. In a way, we are their gods. We are effectively the gods of Earth. We could kill everything around us if we desired to. This entire world is clay that we are shaping. While we shape it, animals and plants die at our whim. Ever since I spent several months on the Mars oil platform, I have been a big proponent of offshore drilling. Most hippies don't realize this, but oil platforms are natural reefs, and what would otherwise be dead spots of the sea are teeming with life because of the support structure and jettisoned organic waste. And now there is an oil rig threatening to be a bigger disaster than the Exxon Valdez. The oil is 21 miles from the Louisiana marsh. I am getting that sick feeling in my gut that something bad is about to happen. I hope it is wrong. But if it isn't, was all of this worth it? Was the money, jobs, independence generated by these oil rigs worth the ravaging of the Louisiana marshes? Things were so much simpler when the Word of God was encoded in arcane writings readable by only the priesthood. Now that we are gods, everything is complicated. I don't think we are well suited for this job. Permalink to this post. |
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So wicked are their actions that the sensible man tends to associate insanity and evil deeds with belief in the gods. How sad is it that God's supposed missionaries are the very mechanism of religious doubt?! On Easter Day what are we celebrating? Are we celebrating God manifested in human form, and proven to be divine by rising on the third day? Perhaps. I, however, choose to celebrate this holiday by reflecting on the Word of Jesus. The Red Text in the King James Bible that we all glazed over in Bible School. The Beatitudes. The small and humble lessons that even the pious forget. Turn the other cheek. Turn the other cheek has become a platitude. The phrase has ceased to even have meaning. But on Easter Sunday I ask you to truly reflect on this message. Turn the other cheek. What this means is that when your enemy strikes you on one cheek, you turn your head and present to him the other cheek to strike. This message is the ultimate pacifism. It is the complete subjugation to the will of God. Wrong or right, if everybody adhered to this dogma there would be no war, there would be no strife, there would be peace on earth. It is fashionable to mock Jesus Christ. All of my Quarter Friends love to make their little jokes, wear their T-Shirts, and otherwise disrespect the memory of Christ. Would it be funny to wear a T-Shirt mocking Martin Luther King Jr.? Would it? Think what you will about the millions upon millions of flawed men who have committed atrocities in His name -- remember that Jesus was the Original Hippie. He lived a life and preached an ideal that nobody -- other than him -- could ever attain. He was a perfect man. And even if you don't believe he existed, you should bow down and show reverence and wish -- even for one day -- that something so perfect ever existed. Permalink to this post. |
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So you wake up one morning and your youthful body is giving way to gravity and photons. To what do you cling? God? The lust of someone younger? The atomic weight of cesium? It is hard to string together these symbols and make something meaningful. Exercise for the reader: Look up the number of tons the Sun loses in a day in its daily Fun Fusion Time. This is an eye-opener, even for a gay cosmologist like myself. (Sadly, I had to play Fallout 3 for this fact. You, dear reader, can get your facts from the reputable Intertubes) Ace King. Ramble On. I am betraying Fuck Fish as we speak. Ace King is all in. Ace King loses to Queen Jack of course. This is why I (allegedly) quit Poker. Documented in real time for her Ribbed Pleasure. (Tru Shitz: I actually started typing the second I got Ace King -- knowing that I'd be fist-fucked) What is this nonsense? This nonsense is solid Vodka. Fun Fact: The main reason I stray from Vodka for months at a time is the Vodka-Poop. No other alcohol makes poo quite like Vodka. On Monday Morning I hate to piss in the Company Toilet. Because in the Company Toilet I can smell Vodka Poop. No Lie. Madness 3: DO NOT DELETE ME. I have to make the disclaimer for my future self. True fun fact: I write reams and reams and reams of stuff. My future self deletes them all. Contribute to the cause: Stop my future self from deleting this madness. A9s loses to A3o. Of course. Arr-in. (We choose to ignore AQs who was royally hosed...it was our A9o that deserved the win) OK, I am going to attempt to discuss something that is far far beyond my current ability to state clearly. Through mathematics we have a model of the universe. We have an idea. We have a perspective. The question is: Is this model, in fact, our only reality, or is this model a farce? Einstein (my personal hero) believed that the model was the one and only way that the universe showed itself. We only had this one shot -- the model -- at perceiving reality, and everything else was for naught. But my heart screams no. This model is just a model. We can intuitively grasp these things the model cannot contain. But the other side of my brain, the side that even sides with Einstein's questionable leanings, says that anything outside of the model is simply madness. And my mind is beginning to have trouble discerning between madness and the model. I look down and feel sick. "What is wrong?" she asks. "I don't know," I say, "Something is wrong. I feel like I could just reach out and tear a hole in reality like it was a piece of paper." Several Hours Later. We encounter one of my X-Girlfriends. A very beautiful girl. A great girl. An (I think she would agree) insane girl. "What are you thinking about?" my friend asks with a grin. "I don't know," she says, "Something is wrong. If feel like I could just reach out and tear a hole in reality like it was a piece of paper." Permalink to this post. |
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I know this is a sensitive subject, and I'm not looking for a giant debate here, but there is something in your post that betrays a bit of (quite common) ignorance regarding scientific theories. The word "theory" is thrown around quite a bit to mean, quite generically, any unproven opinion. This is not what is meant when one refers to the theory of relativity, or the theory of evolution. The reason that relativity, evolution, and other scientific theories are taught in school, while other "theories" such as intelligent design are not, is that the theories of evolution and relativity can stand up to scientific rigor and can be disproven. The theory of evolution was presented before anything was known about DNA, chromosomes, or any other actual mechanisms of heredity. This is an incredible thing. It was through sheer scientific method that the hypothesis of evolution was presented. And, true to a scientific hypothesis, it made certain predictions about the nature of heredity. Sure enough, once microscopes became powerful enough, we saw chromosomes, and with later more complex techniques DNA. Every single prediction of evolutionary theory has come to light. In other words, the theory of evolution made certain predictions as to the nature of heredity, and these predictions were later confirmed with observations of the physical world. The same is true of relativity. The behavior of light bending around planets, time dilation, and many other very strange phenomena were predicted by Einstein's theory. And these predictions have been confirmed time and time again - much to the chagrin of the scientific community. Many MANY people wanted Einstein to be wrong, but the simple fact is that his theory is correct. But it's still called a theory. This piece of semantics clouds the issue of intelligent design. Intelligent design is in no way a scientific theory. It is simply an opinion based on religion. It has no place in a science text. It makes no predictions that can be disproven. It is not presented for scientific scrutiny. Intelligent design assumes a wispy and distant magical overlord who injects his will on the progress of species. How? Is there a physical mechanism? Is there some sort of experiment we can perform to prove or disprove this hypothesis? There is no way to test the hypothesis of intelligent design. It is in the realm of metaphysics, and completely outside of the realm of scientific discourse, and therefore has no place in a school's science curriculum. Permalink to this post. |
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