I think the Morality Master would melt down if I touched it.
Pharyngula
Evolution, development, and random biological ejaculations from a godless liberal
I think the Morality Master would melt down if I touched it.
The Mormons have this arrogant practice of posthumous baptism — one of the motivations for their huge genealogical libraries is to help them go through the old records, find the names of dead people, and ‘convert’ them to Mormonism. It’s silly and pointless, but it can also be insensitive and offensive, such as when they start baptizing Jews killed in the Holocaust.
So here’s brilliant reversal: convert dead Mormons to…homosexuality. I love the idea. It really doesn’t matter what their sexual orientation in life was, it doesn’t even matter if they were raging homophobes…death changes a lot of things, so let’s simply declare them to have found joy in same sex relationships in the afterlife.
I hope there is an official roster being maintained somewhere. I’m pretending that Brigham Young is a squealing poofter right now, having a wild party with Joseph Smith, dressed in a dusting of sequins and nothing else. That’s an image the elders of LDS need to keep in mind when they’re playing their sanctimonious games with the memory of other people’s revered dead.
I am a very bad person. I laughed at this.
Getting in on the collectable card game fad, the New Humanist has published a set of religion cards. Here’s a familiar one:
Here we are:
Unfortunately, while they have all those stats on the cards, they haven’t given us any rules! I don’t know how to play the game, other than to mix all the cards together in a bag, and set fire to them. At least that has some real-world verisimilitude to it.
(via Effect Measure)
Yikes, this is an image to spark nightmares. Remember the little fly squeaking, “help me, help me” at the end of the horror movie, The Fly (the original, not the remake)? And it’s Palin!
I just have to reassure myself…this time, the flies wrested the swatter out of her hands, and shooed her back to Alaska.
All violence in this video is intended entirely metaphorically.
At least there seems to be one in Montana: candidate Roy Bown was accused of being…a vegetarian.
“I am not and have never been a vegetarian,” Brown said. “I am disgusted by the baseless allegation that I am a vegetarian and that my personal eating habits should somehow be construed as opposed to the economic interests of Montana’s livestock industry.”
So…would a compromising photo in Montana be one catching a politician eating peas and carrots? Are cholesterol levels and a history of heart attacks advantages in races there?
How can we lose? We’re Democrats, I’m sure we’ll think of a way!
One easy way would be if you don’t get out and vote. So do it, already.
By the way, my wee little brother Jim also got together with Roy Zimmerman on his 50 47 state tour, and got a picture to prove it.
I was also told that Jim tried to watch Expelled, and fell asleep halfway through it.
I wouldn’t mind if my corpse found utility in scaring small creationist children.
