The Good Old Days

August 11, 2010

Do you use that phrase? What do you mean if you do? I guess the average person is talking about a previous stage in life better than the one currently in. I don’t know about you, but I ain’t got no good old days. I can look back in my life and point to a shitload of pain and things I don’t even want to remember. That’s nothing to do with religion, because only pussies and fools blame all their problems on religion. The way I’m feeling when I wake up these days is my version of the average person’s ^good old days^ if you catch my drift. I actually like where I’m at for once.

What’s freaky is that no matter how good my days get one day I’m going to die. If there’s one thing I’ll give theists it’s that they have something more to look forward to. That doesn’t square selling snake oil and indulgences I’m just saying that optimism gives theists who have it a tangible benefit in that regard. So long as they live and let live, that’s a ^good^ thing. I wouldn’t wish inner pain on anyone.


Sometimes We Don’t Need To Try So Hard

June 3, 2010

I was doing what they call ^people watching^ the other day when I saw something that for some reason made me think about the arguments atheists tend to make when trying to convince people that religion is bullshit. In particular this has to do with creationism.

These kids had just gotten out of the local high school and were in the convenience store when I heard them talking about biology and evolution of all things. Though there was probably five or six kids only two or three were talking. It seemed like they were talking about somebody in their class who objected to evolution. I say this because in reference to a lady in the store with a really pronounced jaw, one of them said something to the effect of,

“I mean how could you be so stupid! Look at that lady right there and tell me you don’t see monkeys!”

Yeah it was your typical teenage wisecrack at someone else’s expense which really isn’t cool, and yeah I’ve thought the same damn thing looking at some mongoloid jaws on the bus, but that’s not the point. The point was that science teachers seemed to be working just fine. The person objecting was obviously  in the minority. The straight-forwardness of evolution was readily accepted by these other kids. As atheists, it’s easy to get used to thinking that we’re on the brink of the next dark age, especially when we over-saturate ourselves with atheist reading and atheist blogging and atheist this and atheist that.

So speak the truth and if it makes sense then you won’t need to try so hard.


Obligatory Post of the Month

April 27, 2010

I recently read a blog post from a guy who’s been blogging about atheism for three years. This blog ain’t nothin’ compared to his, or to other atheist writers who actually spend a lot of time on their stuff case in point Greta Christina

But what this has all got me wondering is, is there really a point to blogging besides self-interest? I’ve figured out that my attitude towards blogging comes and goes. Some days it’s cool and even refreshing. Other days you want to choke people. I don’t really care about the audience aspect or ^commenting^ meaning I don’t care to be the ^host^ of threads that much. If people comment, cool, if not, cool. But at the end of the day this translates in less overhead: I’m not spending any time sucked into good or bad threads. Let’s face it half the shit that goes on in comment threads in atheist blogs is just a thankless timesuck. Not to say there isn’t genuine knowledge or humor, but everything has a cost. I look at this like, “Huh. I could go write a post that only a few people will read” vs. “Well I could go hang with my babe or check out the City” or something besides whine about the same old same old from either side

As far as  new stuff here, not much. School’s going good and fortunately for me I don’t get all my info from blogs. But in all fairness I’ve been spending some time here where the discussions actually have a range and the commenters are made up of a larger student-teacher ratio. There’s something to be said for sites favored by scholars, as opposed to your typical atheist blogger.

I guess the one thing I’d like to get off my chest is I think ^atheism is not a worldview^ arguments are weak. Atheism is most certainly a worldview it’s a view of the world without gods as Fante declared and I affirm in my tagline we ^accept the universe godless^ I mean come on. The more we deny basic truths the more stupid we look to believers or anyone that’s even rational. We should have the balls to stand up and say, ^Fuck yeah atheism is a world view it’s a kick ass one that boatloads of people with brains have had^


How Come So Many of us are Total Dicks?

March 28, 2010

Alright I said I had some rants brewing so here goes a short one. By ^us^ I mean ^atheists^ and that’s the question for today. This time I don’t wanna link to any examples or let comments because I don’t want more bullshit from other atheists crampin up my style. All the time (ok not all the time but often) I see atheists acting like total dicks and it makes me want to reach through the net and slap ‘em. Not all of us, but enough of us. The difference between how we talk in class and how some of these mofuckers talk on the internet is night and day. I think if an atheist or anyone else can’t make their case intelligently without a bunch of fucking shit-talk, that’s fucked. FUCKED, I say!

I think this phenom is like road rage, pussies who take out their problems when they otherwise wouldn’t. The road rager says and does shit they wouldn’t do standing in the line at the goddamned 7-11. Same with us. Lots of atheists are computer nerds hands down (not me I get out). Maybe they raise up once and again in response to frustration, like the road rager, living vicariously through a persona shielded by the distance between them and their victim.

I don’t know, but fuck if that’s the case then go start a fight with someone at the bar and get it out that way. At least that way you keep your philosophy clean and don’t look like a pussy making insults through protective glass.


So…

March 19, 2010

I’ve been layin’ low because the joint was startin’ to attract some riff-raff, if ya know what I mean. Not to mention, I got me a babe

Seems the coast is clear. I’ve got some rants brewing inside I can feel them. I’ll probably post some more Fante just to soak up his style.

One quick rant to get off my chest are those shitheads in any group who are always accusing everyone else of bigotry whenever they disagree. Church people do it, atheists do it, politicians and everyone else down the line. The news tends to over react to everything. It’s not bigotry that they focus on an atheist book in the Texas arsons, it’s just how the media is – fanatical, not necessarily bigoted against people who don’t believe in God.

Let’s not be so self-centered.


John Fante: The Road To Los Angeles

January 30, 2010

(pp. 37-39):

After the dessert the women got up and left. My mother closed the door. The whole thing looked premeditated. Uncle Frank got down to business by lighting his pipe, pushing some dishes out of the way, and leaning toward me. He took the pipe out of his mouth and shook the stem under my nose.

He said, “Look here, you little sonofabitch; I didn’t know you were a thief too. I knew you were lazy, but by God I didn’t know you were a thieving little thief.”

I said, “I’m not a sonofabitch, either.”

“I talked to Romero,” he said. “I know what you did.”

“I warn you,” I said. “In no uncertain terms I warn you to desist from calling me a sonofabitch again.”

“You stole ten dollars from Romero.”

“Your presumption is colossal, unvaunted. I fail to see why you permit yourself the liberty of insulting me by calling me a sonofabitch.”

He said, “Stealing from your employer! That’s a fine thing.”

“I tell you again, and with the utmost candor that, despite your seniority and our blood-relationship, I positively forbid you to use such opprobious names as sonofabitch in reference to me.”

“A loafer and a thief for a nephew! It’s disgusting.”

“Please be advised, my dear uncle, that since you choose to vilify me with sonofabitch I have no alternative but to point out the blood-fact of your own scurrilousness. In short, if I am a sonofabitch it so happens that you’re the brother of a bitch. Laugh that off.”

“Romero could’ve had you arrested. I’m sorry he didn’t.”

“Romero is a monster, a gigantic fraud, a looming lug. His charges of piracy amuse me. I fail to be moved by his sterile accusations. But I must remind you once more to curb the glibness of your obscenities. I am not in the habit of being insulted, even by relatives.”

He said, “Shut up you little fool! I’m talking about something else. What’ll you do now?”

“There are myriad possibilities.”

He sneered, “Myriad possibilities! That’s a good one! What the devil are you talking about? Myriad possibilities!”

I took some puffs on my cigarette and said, “I presume I’ll embark on my literary career now that I have had done with the Romero breed of proletarian.”

“Your what?”

“My literary plans. My prose. I shall continue with my literary efforts. I’m a writer, you know.”

“A writer? Since when did you become a writer? This is a new one. Go on, I’ve never heard this one before.”

I told him, “The writing instinct has always lain dormant in me. Now it is in the process of metamorphosis. The era of transition has passed. I am on the threshold of expression.

He said, “Balls.”

I took the new notebook out of my pocket and flipped the pages with my thumb. I flipped them so fast he couldn’t read anything but he could see some writing in it. “These are notes,” I said. “Atmospheric notes. I’m writing a Socratic symposium on Los Angeles Harbor since the days of the Spanish Conquest.”

“Let’s see them,” he said.

“Nothing doing. Not until after publication.”

“After publication! What talk!”

I put the notebook back in my pocket. It smelled of crabs.

“Why don’t you buck up and be a man?” he said. “It would make your father happy up there.”

“Up where?” I said.

“In afterlife.”

I’d been waiting for that.

“There is no afterlife,” I said. “The celestial hypothesis is sheer propaganda formulated by the haves to delude the have-nots. I dispute the immortal soul. It is the persistent delusion of an hoodwinked mankind. I reject in no uncertain terms the hypothesis of God. Religion is the opium of the people. The churches should be converted to hospitals and public works. All we are or ever hope to be we owe to the devil and his bootleg apples. There are 78,000 contradictions in the bible. Is it God’s word? No! I reject God! I denounce him with savage and relentless imprecations! I accept the universe godless… I look forward to the worst persecutions along the way. It’s quite all right.”


Still Thinking This Shit Through

January 10, 2010

Talk about mixed emotions. I started this blog when I discovered atheist blogs in general, while researching the problem of evil for something related to philosophy class. I saw it as a way to have a sort of ^anonymous persona^ where I could say whatever I want without fear of retaliation or drama. It’s has been and still is that, and I like that part. I can randomly write ^fuck^ if I want, and not have to worry that my teacher will flip out and pray for me. If people don’t want to read ^fuck^ then they don’t have to read it, but if you’ve lived part or all of your life bound by religion then you know where the ^fuck^ I’m coming from when I say it feels good to be free.

Another thing here is that the name “Godless Randall” reflected how I felt at that time, happy to be free from the religious culture I grew up inside, but “Godless” only really means that I’m an atheist of some sort. What is an atheist? It’s a question I saw being argued just today. If an atheist is defined as “absence of belief in gods,” yeah, I’m an atheist in the sense that I don’t ^believe in^ any gods meaning I don’t ^follow^ any religion, but that doesn’t mean I believe in only matter or only this universe. There are all sorts of varieties of atheist, from what I hear, and it seems people should be more open-minded than that. Some atheists are religious, some religious folk are pretty much atheists when it comes down to it too. But by “Godless” I don’t mean to say materialism. By “Godless” I mean without religion and God and gods, but diehard materialism atheists seem to me to be much like the people at church back home and I want to also stand apart from them.

Sometimes when I read atheist blogs, I find myself nodding “yes” to everything. Other times, the atheist needs a slap upside the head or a swift kick to the nuts. I feel like I fall somewhere between the extreme believer and the extreme atheist, and I feel under represented. People on both sides get crazy and need to be brought back down to Earth. So don’t be surprised if I end up criticizing things in atheist blogs if they’re as ignorant as the things atheist blogs criticize believers for. I notice lots if not most atheist talk centers around criticizing theism and rightly so, but I’m not looking to share uniforms with another movement . That’s one thing currently non negotiable.

So, I don’t know. Maybe I’ll end up writing about the crazy bar exploits I’ve had in the last short year. After all, I do like Bukowski.


Happy New Year

January 4, 2010

Okay, okay… I admit it. I totally disappeared over the holidays. Not that anyone seemed to mind, as a whopping ^two comments^ have amassed in that time. I get an average of one comment a month! Yippee! The truth is, school and that end of the year fiasco most Americans call Christmas demanded more time than I can give to blogging. Sucks, ‘cuz I was getting pretty close to meeting my one-post-per-week average.

So, today’s post is just to usher in the New Year, and to re-establish some regularity to this incontinent piece of shit I call a blog. That said, I don’t have much of anything ^real^ or ^important^ to talk about. I’m just glad New Year isn’t draped in the same religio-political whore’s outfit as Christmas. I could tell you about how I went back home and had the same exact argument I had with my religious parents last year. Or, I could tell you about how a particular altar girl / pastor’s daughter we’ll call “Sarah” is now the town cokewhore, but we already know religion’s mouth tends to write checks its ass can’t cash.

I would also like to acknowledge the new commenter who managed to stop by while I was slugging it out with finals: baysailor. Hi baysailor! Turns out we’re in the same neck of the woods!

And yes, Jake, I’m still here.


Gearing Up For The “Holy” Days

October 30, 2009

Well, today marks the first day I saw blatant advertisement of Christmas goods in a store. Although by no means is this nearly as offending as the onslaught which begins sometimes in late July in the midwest. What I noticed last year was that here, there are many different religions and cultures and races and ethnicities all sort of smashed into one place. Personally, I tend to like that better than the “uniformity of ideas” that describes the midwest pretty much to a ‘t’. It’s more inspiring, and I feel less like an outcast because there’s more than just “one thing” on the table.

This year, again I’ll be going home for Christmas, but at least now I’m a voluntary visitor of my family’s religion, as opposed to being involuntarily exposed to  it and ostracized for thinking differently. Next year, I really want to work something out so that I can see how other people celebrate the holidays – I’ve seen “Christmas” for years, and it never seems to change. Lots of food and money spent on people who typically aren’t in need.


They Did WHAT?

October 22, 2009

So I just heard that Ray Comfort and Kirk Cameron will be publishing some version of Darwin’s Origin of Species by Natural Selection with some sort of creationist disclaimer? Is this true? Tell me that’s not true, and that I don’t actually live in a country where even science has to bow down to religion? Oh wait – it’s me, Randall, and I’m right here in America. 

This is sad. Now, I’m definitely not one of those atheists who thinks that evolution can neatly explain everything. I don’t buy the idea that everything just suddenly came into existence from nothing for no reason, and I do think that sometimes people like Comfort make a point that is valid or worthy of hearing. They also say some pretty stupid things, like that last bit about the crocoduck or whatever it was. Somewhere we’ve got to draw the line.

I guess much of it really also depends on what the disclaimer is actually going to say. Will it deny or reject currently held facts? Or is it going to be something more like a disclaimer meant only to remind people they can look to “intelligent design” or some such stuff? Either way, I gotta get a copy. If I do I can do a follow-up post; that would be kinda cool.


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