Assholes
First one is this fanatical atheist woman. Now, I don't give a shit about you but, wow, are you fucking up your kid. Here's part of the article (Katherine is her kid). She also says if you're an atheist in a small community the solution is to move to a big city. I guess when you have a fake job like science writer (not that it's fake as in worthless, fake as in you're pretty free to do whatever you want - but some science writers are worthless) you can just pick up and move.
Also, her speech is terrible.
"For a while, Katherine was terrified about death. We’d be driving along in the car, and all of a sudden she’d start screaming in the back seat. What’s wrong, what’s wrong? We’d ask, thinking we had to pull over for a medical emergency. I’ve just been thinking about death! She’d cry. I don’t want to just disappear! To die forever and that’s all, that’s the end. This happened a few times, each time, out of nowhere, she’d start to wail. We’d tell her whatever we could to comfort her, that she will live a long, long time, and that they’re inventing new drugs that will, by the time she grows up, help her live even longer, a couple of hundred years, who knows; she’d live until she was pig-sick of it. And we’d tell her that nothing really disappears, it just changes form, and that she could become part of a dolphin, or an eagle, or a cheetah, a praying mantis. She’d have none of it. She knew she wouldn’t be aware of her new incarnation. She knew she probably wouldn’t remember her life as Katherine, and that loss of self she found impossibly sad. As do I, the loss of her, the loss of myself. As do all of us. Learning how to die is one of the greatest tasks of life, and it’s one that most us never quite get the hang of, until we realize, whoops, not much of a trick here, is there. Not much of a choice, either.
Still, I didn’t go with the stories, of the angels, of the harps, the eternal reciting of that old Monty Python routine, o lord you are so big, so absolutely huge. We’re all really impressed her, Lord, I can tell you that.” And lately Katherine seems to have gotten past those terror jags. She hasn’t had an outburst for the past year or two."
Number 2 asshole of the day is Ward Churchill. (also here).
Read this quote about 9/11 and then go to the link and tell me he doesn't look exactly like how you thought he would.
Tightly Wound brought this to my attention and has a few posts on it. Turns out he's not even American Indian, like he claims, after all.
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whoa. He does look exactly like i thought he would.
Freakily, i guess i sort of believe something like atheist woman and like her poor kid, K, I am occasionally possessed with an overwhelming fear of death. But then again, when i was about five year-old one of the neighbors "christian" children told me i was going to hell because i was not baptized. Didn't really dig that either. I guess she is an ass-hole, not because of her beliefs, but because of her fanaticism?
I swear to God, if your kid tells my kid there's no Santa Claus then I'm gonna stomp you.
For fuck's sake Ash-hole, I don't know if you know this, but kids are different than adults.
Death is a lot of reality for a single digit age.
So are you saying you shouldn't shield your kid from anything?
This kid's gonna grow up to be a serial killer.
Aaaand, my kid's gonna find presents from santa, baskets from the easter bunny, and will eat a big ol' turkey every thanksgiving. No lies there.
"Hey little Ash-hole, the world is a nightmarish hellscape of suffering. There's nothing good in it so you might as well drop dead now. 50% of all marriages end in divorce and some mommies and daddies hurt their kids so don't ever love anyone."
You're twisted.
No honey, you can't be a fairy princess.
You're gonna grow up and go to college where you'll be away from home for the first time so you'll start getting drunk at parties and blowing guys for acceptance before you realize that it only made you 'that slut from Ernsthausen hall' and then you'll rebel against that and grow out the hair on your legs and start dating Pam. Then you'll graduate and find Pam is cheating on you so you'll re-feminize and move to the big city to be closer to the artist scene. Your roomate will ditch you, leaving you with the full rent to pay. So you take a cubicle job and end up taking a semester off of grad school just to get your finances in order. Cut to 15 years later, you never went back to grad school, you're middle aged and have lost your looks. You have the same job, a shitty apartment, three cats, and go through a liter of white zinfandel every night. Both your mom and I died suddenly some years before leaving you with our debt. You're alone in the world, past breeding age, and the only hope you have of finally finding a man is so remote as to be laughable. The last time you had sex was with that guy with the greasy combover you met through the matchmaking service (who never called). Sometimes the emptiness of death looks so appealing to you that sometimes, on 2 liter nights, you stick your head in the oven and wonder how long it would take if you turned the gas on. But then you wonder: who would take care of your cats? So you get up put the remainder of the bottle away and watch TV until you pass out on the dorito strewn couch.
G'night sweetie, don't let the bed bugs bite.
Seriously, they carry disease.
I believe strongly in protective mythology for children. I myself, was denied this lovely indulgence as a child and i believe inwardly that its fucked me up royal. No, i'm not a raving lunatic, but i really think "growing up" before my time has contributed to my chronic stress levels, the erosion of my intestines, and my weekly panic attack that everyone i know and love will either die or leave me. Thanks Mom and Dad! There's plenty of time for reality when it actually hits you and you are forced to deal with it. All catastrophic melt-downs in their due time, i say. As parents, i think its our job to present all the facts to our kids and help them come to their own conclusions about the world. I'm not raising them to hate Islam, aetheism, or God. That lady in the article, was teaching her child to abhor something other than her own ideology (recall the girl wrinkling her nose in disgust at the mention of "God"). A better approach would be to teach her kid to be open-minded about everything. At least my parents didnt fuck THAT up when they raised me.
Also in a relevant sidenote, i signed up for this program where i will be a "buddy" for a child that is dying of cancer. Basically, these kids have little family support so its my job to visit them and go to chemo with them and even attend their funeral which in all of these kids' cases is inevitable. There's no bloody way in hell i would ever disabuse any of those kids of any fantastical notion they have--even if they believe after they die will be born again as a fuzzy bunny rabbit in a magical rainbow forest filled with love, candy bars, and Harry Potter. You bet your sweet ass i'm gonna be spending a lot of time with Photoshop producing full colored photographs of this happy magically afterlife forest as proof-positive for these kids that their crazy delusions are true.
No Santa? You're twisted.
You'll doom your kid in school.
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