"If it takes a fist, smash 'em down!"
Lately my younger brother has taken an interest in cosmology and quantum physics- not out of any secret obsession with hot hunks of male love like Stevie Hawking and Rich Feynman, but in order to really strengthen his arguments against theistic bullshitting....I'd been blissfully unaware at the large psuedo-scientific faction within Christian apologetics, within which it's currently all the rage to use recent scientific knowledge about the big bang to support their case for a sexually-frustrated sky dictator.........Of course, scratch the surface of their arguments and it's often the old fossilised remnants of pathetic crap like the Teleological Argument, but some of them are adept at clothing their diety-driven wet dreams in the language of quantum physics, relativity and even existential metaphysics..........A few brave minds take their time to debunk these sneaky bad-faith fucks:
Victor Stenger
Quentin Smith
...Jan Crouch, I know you read this shit - go there and enjoy!!!
So while my little bro expands his mental arsenal, I've been reviving my ability to swallow large amounts of alcohol...Laur and I have been spending our Thursdays at a local bar night where the music is (mostly)bad and the drinks are cheap. Living the frenzied life of a subcultural drunk in Japan had pickled my liver, but I was relatively good the last few years, by default- there just weren't any good shows or free-beer-for-deejaying deals for me to get in on here in a simulated urban area like Fort Lauderdale........But now it seems my good friend Mr. Gin is back to visit at least one night a week....the evil, evil, beautiful bastard......
Thinking about hooligan life overseas brought back some dim memories of drunken bashings and scaring the local yuppiefolk- which made me enjoy this bit of an interview with revolutionary George Caffentzis even more:
Although the roughest demos I was involved in occurred on Wall Street. We used to go there to demonstrate the connection between capitalism and the war. Invariably, we were attacked by the little stockbrokers and their assistants. They were not the latte-drinking yuppies then, they were really rough characters....They were literally little quasi-gangsters who were ready for a fight to defend their Street. These "stockies" really hated us then and took personal offense at our presence.
........Where's the place for militant heroics today?? I know, I know, misplaced macho posturing........but sometimes my longing to drag a fat corporate sack of shit out of his Lexus SUV and boot his skull sideways is so overpowering......ahh, authenticity.....
Victor Stenger
Quentin Smith
...Jan Crouch, I know you read this shit - go there and enjoy!!!
So while my little bro expands his mental arsenal, I've been reviving my ability to swallow large amounts of alcohol...Laur and I have been spending our Thursdays at a local bar night where the music is (mostly)bad and the drinks are cheap. Living the frenzied life of a subcultural drunk in Japan had pickled my liver, but I was relatively good the last few years, by default- there just weren't any good shows or free-beer-for-deejaying deals for me to get in on here in a simulated urban area like Fort Lauderdale........But now it seems my good friend Mr. Gin is back to visit at least one night a week....the evil, evil, beautiful bastard......
Thinking about hooligan life overseas brought back some dim memories of drunken bashings and scaring the local yuppiefolk- which made me enjoy this bit of an interview with revolutionary George Caffentzis even more:
Although the roughest demos I was involved in occurred on Wall Street. We used to go there to demonstrate the connection between capitalism and the war. Invariably, we were attacked by the little stockbrokers and their assistants. They were not the latte-drinking yuppies then, they were really rough characters....They were literally little quasi-gangsters who were ready for a fight to defend their Street. These "stockies" really hated us then and took personal offense at our presence.
........Where's the place for militant heroics today?? I know, I know, misplaced macho posturing........but sometimes my longing to drag a fat corporate sack of shit out of his Lexus SUV and boot his skull sideways is so overpowering......ahh, authenticity.....