Evangelicals, Christian Conservatives and Neo-Fascist Religious Nuts! Here is something for you to ponder regarding your COVID rhetoric: Do you agree it is better to LIVE in Hell, than to SUFFER in Heaven?
Incoherent sleep-deprived 4am thoughts. From someone. With issues. Who’s very confused. By coincidences. And so many unanswered questions. Like can you say something, without saying anything. Happy Easter?
Oh God. As I talk to MYSELF about the LAST time I did THIS theme. This is slightly amusing for someone that had to sit through years of Catholic discussions on the Old Testament versus the New Testament.
America - just how close are we to making it to the "other side"?
This should be the first topic for tonight's debate. How devout is our Catholic, born-again Christian Evangelical Vice President? And how does he sleep at night knowing he has such a toasty afterlife awaiting him?
New plan. I still need a break. But I made 369 of these. So. The ones I skipped. If I am wrong? A curse. A black rainbow will unleash zombie moths upon the land. They will fly up your nose and eat your brains.
And thus concludes a month of probably way too much "me". For anyone that has dared to glimpse into my, um, soulless chest - and suddenly feels an urge to liquify? I am very truly sorry.
Any afterlife in which I continue to exist as "me" - with my thoughts and emotions - is a continuation of this Hell. I look forward to the day I simply cease to exist.
Oh Dear Him. I was contemplating a college professor - Dr. Peter Macky - I had for a couple Religion courses. So. Many. Stories. Anyone want to time travel? A lecture of his I heard in 1992 exists on YouTube.
I grew-up hearing family tales about the "adventures" of Josiah Harlan. It's been almost two centuries. The world has changed. Yet not. I'll bet I can predict what it will be like in another two hundred years. Humanity. IF.
Rejoice, my lost son. For all that is. Or was. Will be. Swallowed by the sea of time. As you. But a brief dint. To eons. Of quartz. Are consumed. Without worry. Without wares. Without sorrow. And. Forgotten.
Hmm. Subtle. All that's missing is a signature hormone inducing, evil twirling of the ... beard. So. Anyway. I'm in a mood. To ruffle turkey feathers. Or stir the salvation pot. Or be a ... yeah. Merry Winter!!!
I was "addicted" to SimCity in college. Yes. The original. Much to the annoyance of my roommate - since I was using his computer - a shiny new i486. Bob was a Physics major and it was the golden age of TNG. We got along fine.
Humans are ... not enough space for a list. Anywhatever. We really deserve to perish. While part of me says make it quick. Most of me believes we've earned whatever horrendous ending awaits us. And then some. And then some more.
What is death in the modern world? And what does it mean ... to whom? Have our rituals properly evolved with the times? Should we still pause, mourn, celebrate or remember? Or just be processed through a giant microcut shredder?
The calm before the storm. Or. The calm before the end. What has this useless journey taught me? That if the world ceased to exist tomorrow - I can live with that. For I know there is no life - in the space outside my head.
Welcome to the cookie universe, aka “The Cerse” – the new home for The Cookie Folk! We’ll see which lasts longer: them, my sanity or our planet. Please. No betting. The odds are not in anyone’s favor.
Am I a true 100% atheist? Nah. I’ll grant the possibility - no matter how remote - that something is out there. But. If you need a Supreme Being to do the right thing? You’re not going where you think you are in the afterlife.
(b) I get tired. Of thoughts. Of emotions. Of guesses. Of pondering - if a truck moving at the speed of a snail slithered at me, would I just lie down and wait for the slime? Thus earning. A well wished rest.
Hoppyish Easter! It was either THIS - or some demented version of cannibalistic chocolate bunny. But. I am still having nightmares from my first Easter cartoon. And. That went very, very, very … bad.