I am as excited as a priest in Chuck-E-Cheese over my new blog. That was funny wasn’t it? I thought so when I first heard it. Have no idea where it came from so I can’t ascribe credit for it. Maybe it is now part of our spiritual heritage. Someone said Einstein said something to the effect that the secret to genius is concealing your sources.
So why was that funny? It was funny to at least some of you. The reason it is funny is because it proclaims (or at least implies) that certain priests have an unhealthy and unlawful interest in children. Hence the venue of a place where kids go and a priest who went it there, presumably to ogle children, excited to be in that known haunt for children. And it is his type and other fanatical religious fellow travelers who are the targets of this new adventure in blogging.
This blog is titled “Blasphemous Blogging.” Here is how I described it in its earlier incarnation:
Blasphemy is the crime of making fun of ridiculous beliefs others hold sacred. This blog is about satire, truth, inquiry, and critical thinking. It is about enjoying life before death. It is about how some try to control many through their notions about a make believe supernatural world and imaginary rewards and punishments after death. This blog says that blasphemy is a good thing, a healthy thing, and a good antidote to harmful superstition. This blog is about freedom. Edwin.
I really don’t see any good reason to change a word.
Thank you for your comments. It was good to see some old friends.
I am satisfied that blogs are, to us the living, what the coffee house, Fleet Street news, and hand set type were to our ancestors who were then surprised from complacent superiority by the telephone and telegram. My father, the minister, had a little joke which informed listeners that the three ways to rapidly dispense information were telephone, telegraph, and tell a woman. Isn’t that cute? He had a lot of little jokes
And once I got used to the physical reality of telephone and telegraph (but certainly not of women), along comes electronic everythings that do not seem to be grounded in physical reality–at least not in what I learned of in school. This is enough to cause serious culture shock to anyone who remembers when Geography and Health were still taught in High Schools. Although I seem to know a bit more about how to work electronic stuff (not how it works, for dog’s sake) than some of my similarly aged fellow travelers, for serious questions I suggest consulting an eight year old. They have never failed me. They do not see the Internet as some kind of idle persons toy–something without inherent usefulness. Those who hold that view are going to lose and the eight year olds are going to win.
We are going to talk about how to hold back the night–how to prevent the coming of a new Dark Ages. Because I plan to make much of this blog autobiographical, with a fictional gloss, speculation only makes the project more fun. You are welcome, should you have the slightest interest in doing so, to try to figure out what is fiction and what is fact. Just like you should be doing in any inquiry about the nature and things of religion.
The proposed title for my autobiographical ramblings is “Never Live with a Woman Who Keeps Self Improvement Books in Bedroom.”
December 20. 2011.