The mildest criticism of religion is also the most radical and the most devastating one. Religion is man-made. Even the men who made it cannot agree on what their prophets or redeemers or gurus actually said or did. Still less can they hope to tell us the "meaning" of later discoveries and developments which were, when they began, either obstructed by their religions or denounced by them. And yet—the believers still claim to know! Not just to know, but to know everything. Not just to know that god exists, and that he created and supervised the whole enterprise, but also to know what "he" demands of us—from our diet to our observances to our sexual morality. In other words, in a vast and complicated discussion where we know more and more about less and less, yet can still hope for some enlightenment as we proceed, one faction—itself composed of mutually warring factions—has the sheer arrogance to tell us that we already have all the essential information we need. Such stupidity, combined with such pride, should be enough on its own to exclude "belief" from the debate. The person who is certain, and who claims divine warrant for his certainty, belongs now to the infancy of our species. It may be a long farewell, but it has begun and, like all farewells, should not be protracted.
I mean, not like The Word. Word like Run! D!M!C! word.
Boris Yeltsin was always good for a laugh, which is probably why on the occasion of his death people outside of Russia are not calling him words like scum and monster, but instead recalling him fondly, with a smile, as one would a retarded nephew who could always be counted on to pull his pants down at Thanksgiving dinner.
For the first time astronomers have discovered a planet outside our solar system that is potentially habitable, with Earth-like temperatures, a find researchers described Tuesday as a big step in the search for ''life in the universe.''
The planet is just the right size, might have water in liquid form, and in galactic terms is relatively nearby at 120 trillion miles away. But the star it closely orbits, known as a ''red dwarf,'' is much smaller, dimmer and cooler than our sun.
May 15, 1986 Signed up with COBRA today. I got real excited when they said I earned a signing bonus... figured it would be a couple hundred bucks that I could put toward a new bumper for my truck. Nope. Just a t-shirt with a funny-looking snake on the front. And I'm not supposed to wear it in public. Pretty weird stuff, but they seem like nice guys.
I should have written about this earlier, when Tommy Thompson, former GOP Wisconsin governor, announced that he was running for president:
This dude is comically stupid.
As a native of Wisconsin, I'm continuously surprised to see that Thompson is still able to walk around on his hind legs. His national-government legacy includes a laughably bad stint as Bush's HHS Secretary: each time he was in front of a camera he'd sputter and misspeak until someone gently led him away. He vanished quietly from the administration.
EXCUSE ME WHILE I KISS THE GUN [DURING FOREPLAY WITH PHIL SPECTOR]
"He always had that habit of showing off guns when he was drinking; it's what he did, it was his thing[.]" . . .
On its side, the defense has testimony that the gun likely went off inside Clarkson's mouth. A lurid theory about sex games, fueled by Spector's widely quoted "kissed the gun" comment, may also become a pivot point.
When asked whether the gun was part of the couple's foreplay, one of Spector's attorneys, Bruce Cutler, replied: "I've read it, I've heard it…. If that's what happened, it's a tragic waste of life, isn't it? Most importantly, it is not a crime."
"On 1 March 07, I was scheduled to fly on American Airlines to Newark, NJ, to attend an academic conference at Princeton University, designed to focus on my latest scholarly book, Constitutional Democracy, published by Johns Hopkins University Press this past Thanksgiving."
"When I tried to use the curb-side check in at the Sunport, I was denied a boarding pass because I was on the Terrorist Watch list. I was instructed to go inside and talk to a clerk. At this point, I should note that I am not only the McCormick Professor of Jurisprudence (emeritus) but also a retired Marine colonel. I fought in the Korean War as a young lieutenant, was wounded, and decorated for heroism. I remained a professional soldier for more than five years and then accepted a commission as a reserve office, serving for an additional 19 years."
"I presented my credentials from the Marine Corps to a very polite clerk for American Airlines. One of the two people to whom I talked asked a question and offered a frightening comment: "Have you been in any peace marches? We ban a lot of people from flying because of that." I explained that I had not so marched but had, in September, 2006, given a lecture at Princeton, televised and put on the Web, highly critical of George Bush for his many violations of the Constitution. "That'll do it," the man said."
Kuempel, R-Seguin, wrote the legislation that would let legally blind hunters use laser sights during regular hunting hours and when accompanied by a licensed hunter who is at least 13 years old and is not legally blind.
Although I must admit that it's an improvement over the current state of affairs:
Currently, there are no requirements for legally blind hunters in Texas. All they need to hunt is a valid Texas hunting license. There is no requirement that they must be accompanied by anyone, either.
"As a practical element, someone would probably accompany them," said Tom Harvey, a spokesman for the Texas Parks and Wildlife Department. "It's up to them and the people they're with to use legal means and methods that fall under current regulations."
Andrew Gelman and Aleks Jakulin's "Bayes: radical, liberal, or conservative?"
"As a lifetime member of the International Chinese Statistical Association, I am pleased to introduce a volume of Bayesian articles. I remember that in graduate school, Xiao-Li Meng, now co-editor of this journal, told me they didn't teach Bayesian statistics in China because the idea of a prior distribution was contrary to Mao's quotation, "truth comes out of empirical/practical evidence.""
Keith Richards recently revealed that after his father passed away he even snorted his ashes.
NME reports that in a recent interview with The Rolling Stones legend Keith Richards, the wacky rocker admitted that he once snorted a line of his own father's ashes. In the exclusive interview, which will be in this week's edition of NME magazine, Keith Richards, who is famous for his superhuman ability to consume massive amounts of drugs over the years and still be alive, revealed that he wanted to give his old man a unique send off after his cremation. Richards elabroated, "The strangest thing I've tried to snort? My father. I snorted my father. He was cremated and I couldn't resist grinding him up with a little bit of blow." If you are wondering what his father would have thought of Keith's behavior if he was still alive, Richards reveals, "My dad wouldn't have cared, he didn't give a shit. It went down pretty well, and I'm still alive."
The employees just don't like the ten-inch dicks springing out of the pages
San Antonio, Texas-based Brenner Printing has informed at least one of its clients it will no longer publish adult-related material. [snip] ...finding a printer for adult-content comics can be a hassle for some publishers because unlike related works in prose form, employees at the printer are more likely to see the material in the process of doing the work. [snip] What happened at Brenner is actually what has happened at a number of Bible-Belt or Midwestern printers, which is that although the owners and managers have no problem with printing X-rated material (the accusation I've seen that "the owners must have found religion" is actually false), a certain proportion of their employees do, and at some point it becomes such a hassle to organize shifts so that the anti-porn employees don't have to deal with it, or reverberating community disapproval becomes so strong (I could tell you stories about one of our former X-rated printers that would curl your hair), that it's just not worth it.
"Uncle Ben, who first appeared in ads in 1946, is being reborn as Ben, an accomplished businessman with an opulent office, a busy schedule, an extensive travel itinerary and a penchant for sharing what the company calls his “grains of wisdom” about rice and life."