Gacked from PZ: My new favorite song

NSFW.  Super Catchy.  I want the lyrics and the MP3.

UPDATE: Lyrics, censored.  Because they’re funnier looking that way.

F*** the motherf***er, f*** the motherf***er
F*** the motherf***er, he’s a f***ing motherf***er
F*** the motherf***er, f*** the f***ing f***er
F*** the motherf***er, he’s a total f***ing f***er

F*** the motherf***er, f*** the motherf***er
F*** the motherf***er, f***ing f*** the motherf***er
F*** the motherf***er, f*** the motherf***ing Pope

F*** the motherf***er, and f*** you, motherf***er
If you think that motherf***er is sacred
If you cover for another motherf***er who’s a kiddie f***er
F*** you, you’re no better than the motherf***ing rapist

And if you don’t like the swearing that this motherf***er forced from me
And reckon it shows moral or intellectual paucity
Then f*** you, motherf***er, this is language one employs
When one is f***ing cross about f***ers f***ing boys

I don’t give a f*** if calling the pope a motherf***er
Means you unthinkingly brand me an unthinking apostate
This has naught to do with other f***ing godly motherf***ers
I’m not interested right now in f***ing scriptural debate

There are other f***ing songs and there are other f***ing ways
I’ll be a religious apologist on other f***ing days
And the fact remains, if you protect a single kiddie f***er
Then Pope or prince or plumber, you’re a f***ing motherf***er

You see, I don’t give a f*** what any other motherf***er
Believes about Jesus and his motherf***ing mother
I’ve no problem with the spiritual beliefs of all these f***ers
While those beliefs don’t impact on the happiness of others

But if you build your church on claims of f***ing moral authority
And with threats of Hell impose it on others in society
Then you, you motherf***ers, can expect some f***ing wrath
When it turns out you’ve been f***ing us in our motherf***ing asses

So f*** you motherf***er, and f*** you, motherf***er
If you’re still a motherf***ing papist
If he covered for a single motherf***er who’s a kiddie f***er
F*** the motherf***er, he’s as evil as the rapist

And if you look into your motherf***ing heart and tell me true
If this motherf***ing stupid f***ing song offended you
With its filthy f***ing language and its f***ing disrespect
If it made you feel angry, go ahead and write a letter

But if you find me more offensive than the f***ing possibility
The Pope protected priests when they getting f***ing fiddly
Then listen to me, motherf***er, this here is a fact
You are just as morally misguided as that motherf***ing
Power-hungry self-aggrandized bigot in the stupid f***ing hat

Sometimes there is truly great wordsmithing on teh internets

“Asking for my opinion on vajazzling is like asking a vegan for her opinion on the wallpaper in a steak house. I’m simply too revolted by what’s on the menu to take much notice of the décor.” – Dan Savage

Writing Insanity Cont’d – 2

So, the last 20 pages are all handwritten.  It may come in under page count, but that’s OK.  I think there are some formatting issues and underwritten stuff that a polish pass will probably add some length.  I’m going to type it up tonight and print it out tomorrow to start polishing through it.

I’ll let you know the official three day page count when I’ve got it all typed up, but it should be something like 60 pages in 3 days.  EDIT: 58 pages in 3 days, my therapist thinks I’m manic.

Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves: The Musical

Why hasn’t this been done?  That movie is so over the top, it’d be brilliant.  Even if it wasn’t a musical, I still think it should be on stage.

I know you’re thinking Men in Tights.  But one, that’s a movie, I’m talking about a stage musical.  Two that’s strictly a comedy, I’m thinking OTT Melodrama.  And three, it didn’t have that many songs.  I think this could be wall to wall songs.

Writing Insanity Cont’d

Only 20 pages to go.

Up to now, the rough structure hasn’t changed too much, but the characters, tension, and absolute ridiculousness have been taken to their logical extreme.  This means that the dominos that have been set up for the farcical ending are totally different.  Hopefully, if the set pieces are good enough, it’ll all just fall into place naturally, but I’m still not sure how this ends now.  I seem to hit the wall at 20 pages a day, hopefully that means I’ll finish it tomorrow.

Maybe I need to listen to Benny Hill music in my sleep to subconsciously get it going.


Today is the awesome day of Boobquake, where girls around the world are testing the theory of one crazy cleric who claims that all the recent earthquakes are caused by girls dressing too revealingly.

An extremely scientific take:

Ah, it’s days like these that very nearly make me wish I hadn’t had that reduction.  That’s three pounds less of boobs contributing to science, glorious science!

And to those poo-pooers and naysayers of the feminist kind, it’s science, I’m doing it because I want to, and stop being so lame!  I mean, what a glorious day for boobies, they have (through Hef) saved the Hollywood sign.  And everybody loves boobies!

This is what science and skepticism should be: silly, sexy, fun, and heavily underlining the ridiculousness of fundamentalist quacks.

{ ( • )( • ) }   Earthquake

Writing: Insanity

So, I’m insanely trying to get through a new draft of Bible Con by May 1st.  I decided to do that … um today.  And yes, it’s nuts.  Fortunately I tend to work really fast when I can focus.  So only like… 50 pages to go, so… yeah.  But today I wrote something that made me have a giggle fit, and that’s unusual.  I don’t generally giggle at my own stuff.  I think it’s because it’s really stupid and a little crass.

Anyone have a favorite Christian pickup line?

Atheists United: Barbara Forrest

Power Corrupts, PowerPoint Corrupts Absolutely — Edward Tufte

I went this morning to something I found on, which was an event hosted by Atheists United.  I’m not a dues paying member of Atheists United, but they function as sort of a community for Atheists that’s analogous to a church.  The event was a speech and lunch function, and the speaker was Barbara Forrest, who was instrumental in the Dover case against Intelligent Design.

She was very interesting and knowledgeable, and I feel immediate kinship to smart, rational, public school educated Southern women.  She had a powerpoint (keynote) presentation, and I really hate those, but other than that it was fascinating in a somewhat horrific way.  In Louisiana they’ve passed a law (SB 733) that basically says that a science teacher can supplement the science curriculum with whatever they want, the intention being that science teachers can teach Creationism if they so choose.

It’s so bad that, even though they’ve tried to pass it in several other states including Texas, the only place it’s actually passed is Louisiana.  It is a point of embarrassment that it’s still under consideration in South Carolina.  But apparently Louisiana, in addition to being ridiculously religious and conservative like the rest of the south, suffers from having an incredibly strong Executive Branch with an extremely right-wing religioso and politically vindictive governor, Bobby Jindal.  You’ll remember him from his embarrassingly bad response to Obama’s State of the Union.

I was shocked that I hadn’t heard about this at all.  I mean, you can teach creationism in public school biology classes in Louisiana.  It’s really icky.  Being a SC native, I’m hoping that the particularly weak governorship in SC will prevent this legislation from being pushed through there.

So, she was interesting.  But the event as a whole was a bit… geriatric.  I mean, I would guess the average age in the room was over 60.  They need to start a youth outreach or something because I felt very awkward being one of 2 people there under the age of 50.  Nothing wrong with older people, of course, it was just a bit weird.  I mean, people were impressed by the powerpoint presentation…

Roger Ebert vs. Video Games Cont’d

My friend Nicol has an interesting post about the whole thing as well, so I thought I’d navigate any bored viewers in that direction.  She comes at things from a theater background rather than a film background.