Puritanism: The haunting fear that someone, somewhere, may be happy. ~ H.L. Mencken
Hi, organized religion here. Just a few things we’d like to clear up.
Did hearing a sex therapist was excommunicated come as a surprise? Where have you been hiding the last 5000 years or so? We’re concerned about shame culture too, in the sense therapists might convince people to give up on it.
Making people feel unworthy is kind of our jam.
We’re the ones who invented fearing the Prince of Peace, and a God whose love is as unconditional as an operating system update. …
The medical equivalent of a gun is a bubo, the festering pustule that accompanies the Black Death. It is not in and of itself a disease, merely a symptom of the rot bubbling under the surface.
There is a constant furor over guns in America. We shout at each other about whether they are good or evil, to what extent they are constitutionally protected, and all the rest.
Set aside sport and subsistence firearms, they are merely tools and rarely figure in violence. …
If a fertilized ovum is a person, he is entitled to every right any other citizen enjoys.
Now that we’re on the doorstep of overturning Roe v. Wade, it’s time to think ahead to the ultimate goal: personhood at conception. I’m all in, but if we’re serious about this we have to work through the implications.
For example, the mission of the U.S. Census is “counting the whole number of persons in each State.” I doubt the census takers asked about pregnancies in 2020, so a lot of Enwombed-Americans didn’t get counted. …
You might have thought racist freeways and Black people yelling at White ones who just want to touch their hair were absurd. Turns out, not so much. It’s why I’m writing this: maybe watching an old White guy stumble through his learning process will be instructive.
The title is a common complaint among White people, and I wish the subtitle weren’t true. But racial issues are so bound up in much of American life they’re almost impossible to avoid.
I find that my understanding of the world comes in “aha!” moments. This one was an NPR interview some years ago…
There has been a lot of irresponsible debate around the so-called pandemic and the state of the economy. It’s time we face the truth, before the misguided and their poor decisions hurt us down the line.
First and foremost, it makes no sense to talk about “putting more money in people’s pockets” when the primary lesson of the pandemic is wages were already too high.
Before, the lower classes felt they had to latch onto any income they could find, even jobs that didn’t pay enough to keep them off welfare. …
Hello, my name is Rand Paul, Senator from the great state of Kentucky. I rise to speak on the subject of our government’s wicked, wasteful ways.
Today’s example is a National Institutes of Health study on how cocaine affects the mating habits of Japanese quail.
I admit I have no idea what this study was trying to accomplish, but it sounds crazy. Plus, we came up with this graphic of a bird jamming its head into a pile of Peruvian marching powder, and it is too freaking awesome not to use.
Your tax dollars are being wasted on birds getting…
Some — OK, many — days while watching the news, I hear a silly question asked or statement made so many times I want the throw something at the television.
Lately, it’s involved the Israeli v. Palestinian conflict. One by one, a parade of commentators look into the camera and ask some variation on the question posed in the title: why does a party so strident in its support of Israel seem to be riddled with anti-Semitism?
The reason it’s a dumb question is that the answer is not complicated. …
I’ve been working for a while on a long, thoughtful, well-reasoned article on “defund the police.” I discuss how I hate the phrase, but that the idea behind it has merit.
I’m done with that. What happened in Louisiana has rendered it moot.
His name was Ronald Greene, and he was tortured to death by police. And in a civilized country worthy of the name, police don’t torture people.
I don’t care about drugs in his system. That is no excuse.
I don’t care if he resisted arrest. Shrieking “Respect my authoritay!” …
“Sir,” she said, eyes downcast. “It hasn’t been three minutes yet.”
His face darkened with anger. “You’re not to talk back!”
“I’m sorry, sir”
“Assume the position.”
Obediently she lifted her robe and bent over his knee, steaming bowl held carefully in her right hand. A tremble of anticipation rippled through her, and a small gasp escaped her lips as his hand landed hard on her bare buttock. But she didn’t cry out. She knew it would only make him angry.
Four more heavy blows fell, then he stood abruptly and she slid to the floor in a…
Maybe I have a bad attitude, but when I see two people in the same car who clearly dislike each other I just assume they are married.
The city of Nisquamish where I live and work is a formerly small town-turned-booming suburb in King County, about a half-hour’s drive east of Seattle — except in the morning and evening, when it might as well be in Outer Mongolia. Faster to just walk.
I suspect the name comes from an old Native American word meaning “a place of many affluent whites who flee (the big city) but do not understand urban…
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