Remember all that nice stuff I said?
Like where I said I wouldn't call you stupid? There is a caveat to that, I am afraid. See...tonight, I met...Mr. Tornado Head. Now, I am certain you've met a Mr. Tornado Head too. They look a bit like Mr. Potato Head, but where Mr. (and Mrs.) Potato head have delicious spudsy goodness? Mr. Tornado Head only has air. Because? As Tim Michim says, his mind was so open that his brain fell out.
If you tell me that you can live for 10 years without food by 'feeding' on the sun. Sungazing or something it is called? I reserve the right, whether I choose to exercise it or not, to call you stupid. If you tell me that the world is going to drastically change, based on specious 'science' around Mayan calenders, which even the experts on Mayan calenders can't seem to figure out, and that we're going to have either Armageddon or Ascension, I reserve the right to call you stupid.
Look, just stop, alright? I really, really try hard to respect your religious insanity. Your little mouse screechings and ritualized magic dodge moves when the hawk's shadow of mortality is in view are a charming anthropological demonstration. But seriously? How about a little cultural sensitivity here. Like...what about the hindus? If Jesus comes back, or if the angels do, or we all turn into angels or whatever LSD-tainted irrationality you've embraced this week...what happens to X million jews/hindus/muslims/buddhists? Why would Judeo-Christian guilt-deities choose a Mayan calender to end the world during? I mean, it's bad enough that you think they speak English and used the modern Julian/Georgian Calender and notions of sin. But really?
For those of you who have inhaled less electric koolaid, let me suggest that if you get a vision from the great spagetti monster that the world is ending in six months...just keep quiet. And gather up your stuff. Maybe have a little party. Hire a stripper or rent some movies and get some popcorn. Just...kinda keep it to yourself, okay? Also? I'd really, really, really think twice before I stopped paying bills or otherwise 'checked out' of life. Not to doubt the historically clear lens of prophecy or anything. But...hedge your bets, you know? And maybe don't tell everyone who'll listen, every crazy thing that ever came to your head in your personal quest for faith. Might want to save some people out there who don't think you're a raging wackjob. Just saying.
K.
If you tell me that you can live for 10 years without food by 'feeding' on the sun. Sungazing or something it is called? I reserve the right, whether I choose to exercise it or not, to call you stupid. If you tell me that the world is going to drastically change, based on specious 'science' around Mayan calenders, which even the experts on Mayan calenders can't seem to figure out, and that we're going to have either Armageddon or Ascension, I reserve the right to call you stupid.
Look, just stop, alright? I really, really try hard to respect your religious insanity. Your little mouse screechings and ritualized magic dodge moves when the hawk's shadow of mortality is in view are a charming anthropological demonstration. But seriously? How about a little cultural sensitivity here. Like...what about the hindus? If Jesus comes back, or if the angels do, or we all turn into angels or whatever LSD-tainted irrationality you've embraced this week...what happens to X million jews/hindus/muslims/buddhists? Why would Judeo-Christian guilt-deities choose a Mayan calender to end the world during? I mean, it's bad enough that you think they speak English and used the modern Julian/Georgian Calender and notions of sin. But really?
For those of you who have inhaled less electric koolaid, let me suggest that if you get a vision from the great spagetti monster that the world is ending in six months...just keep quiet. And gather up your stuff. Maybe have a little party. Hire a stripper or rent some movies and get some popcorn. Just...kinda keep it to yourself, okay? Also? I'd really, really, really think twice before I stopped paying bills or otherwise 'checked out' of life. Not to doubt the historically clear lens of prophecy or anything. But...hedge your bets, you know? And maybe don't tell everyone who'll listen, every crazy thing that ever came to your head in your personal quest for faith. Might want to save some people out there who don't think you're a raging wackjob. Just saying.
K.