Saturday, September 27, 2008
In a post on “The Corner” at National Review Online, he first quotes Michael Novak: "It is not credible for atheists to say believers don’t care about evidence."
He then responds: Yes it is, Michael. The Christian religion is founded on the belief that an invisible spirit impregnated a human woman. Not only is there no evidence for that, it is hard to see how there could be any! If I tackle a believer on this point, he invariably says: "You just gotta believe" — i.e. not care about the absence of evidence, or the absence of even the possibility of evidence. QED. Of course, if Michael has a different answer, I'd be glad to hear it.
First, this is a strawman argument; Derbyshire characterizes Christianity in a fashion that sounds asinine, then charges in for an attack on that wobbling dummy. This is an illegitimate form of argumentation, because it can be utilized in making everything known to Man seem absurd. Just once, I’d enjoy seeing an atheist pit his dogmatic disbelief against a strong Christian apologetic, rather than a moronic caricature. And if wishes were horses. . .
Derbyshire also reveals that he’s the type of atheist who believes in one brand of evidence: the scientific variety. All other forms need not apply; not only are they not convincing—they aren’t evidence at all. Documentary evidence? Pshaw. Personal testimony? Flush. It’s funny that atheists cling to “scientific” evidence, anyway, since such evidence no more supports their position than that of Christians.
And what in the world is wrong with having faith? Every human being on planet Earth—and even the handful who reside offworld—exercises faith in his acceptance of certain aspects of reality. Furthermore, if you’re an evolutionist, you’re faith’s bosom buddy. This is the unspoken demand that atheists make when mocking our faith: “You mustn’t have faith in God; everything else is fair game.” If you have faith that mommy loves you, that’s OK. If you have faith that Attila the Hun isn’t the figment of an ancient troubadour’s imagination, that’s acceptable, too. If you have faith that we’re more than just animated pixels in a cosmic video game, that’s just peachy. And if you have faith that you evolved from an apelike ancestor, that life arose from inanimate matter, you’re a well-adjusted, sensible individual.
However, the man who exercises faith in God is a delusional, easily-manipulated idiot.
The humorous part is that many atheists think this is an intellectually consistent, reasonable outlook.
Christianity encompasses far more than "an invisible spirit impregnated a human woman," and Derbyshire know this, if he's ever taken the time to evaluate what Christians believe.
Friday, September 19, 2008
1. He’s black. Except he isn’t; he’s half-black. Hence: “Barelyblack.” Oh, well, he’s black enough for you, and that’s what matters most, yes? I mean, having the first “black” person in the Oval Office is far more important than silly questions of character, oath-keeping, or support for policies that don’t do violence to liberty. This is an historic occasion. Sheesh, homies, let’s have a little perspective.
2. You’re a leftist. Karl Marx had it right. Red Uncle Joe was slandered and vilified. Communism worked just fine on paper—improper implementation marred its success in practice; and as our teachers told us, “practice makes perfect.” Big Brother does it better. Yes, you have the T-shirt. The only good fetus is one that has ceased its irksome kicking. The State knows best how to spend your money, and will take it at gunpoint and demonstrate its charitable demeanor. Each night, you whisper a prayer to Saint Hillary. “All power to the worker Soviet!”
3. You’re a knee-jerk Demonrat. Your great-granddaddy voted Demonrat. Your granddaddy voted Demonrat. Your daddy voted Demonrat. You survived the abortion, so now that you’re all grown up, there’s nothing left for you to do but vote Demonrat. It’s a family tradition, and you’ll do your darnedest to carry the torch to the next generation--if it survives long enough to procure a voter registration card.
4. You’re ignorant. You don’t know the difference between the Constitution and constipation. You think that exercising your right to bear arms means wearing a tank-top. The Declaration of Independence was the day you stood up from the dinner table and told your momma that you weren’t about to eat those Brussels sprouts. What you don’t know spans the breadth and depth of eternity, but you see no reason why this should serve as an obstacle to your voting. After all, pulling that lever is the culmination of a popularity contest, and Barelyblack talked a better game. At least, that’s what Oprah told you.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
A woman came in and ordered a cup of coffee. She waited at the counter, and when the employee gave her the cup, she paid and turned to leave. As she walked toward the door, she spilled some of the coffee. At this point, she sat the cup down on a nearby table and said:
"G-- - da---- son of a b----!"
She said this in an angry tone loud enough for everyone in the place to catch. Luckily, only one other customer was present, besides my wife and myself.
When the woman finished cleaning up the mess, she stalked over to the counter and spat:
"The next time you fix my coffee like that, you'll die!"
I don't know if the young man behind the counter heard her, but she left immediately after making her little threat.
Maybe the woman was mentally ill. I recognize that ever-increasing possibility, these days. But the more likely scenario was that she was just revealing her Class Z Jackass status with her little temper-tantrum.
I suppose the bigger picture is that I believe public decorum has gone straight down the tubes, flushed faster than a crackhouse toilet during a police raid. I hear open cursing in public often, these days. Such occurences were rare, when I was growing up--not unheard of, but not common, either. Now I hear people shamelessly spewing profanity and other filth in public, unconcerned about a little child or a gentle church lady overhearing their unpleasantness. They don't seem to care that most people view their behavior as cretinous and low-bred.
I don't see the transition from Southern hospitality to Southern vulgarity as a positive change in my neck of the woods.
The U.S. is planning to issue a letter guaranteeing the country will back agreements reached during current Israeli-Palestinian negotiations aimed at creating a Palestinian state before President Bush leaves office in January, WND has learned.
So, we're in a global war against terrorists (culture, ideology, and religion withheld to protect the guilty, as per the PC Code of Ethics), and as a demonstration of our resolve, our government wholeheartedly supports the formation of a terrorist state on Israeli soil, headed by the Palestinian Authority, which is nothing more than a gang of terrorist thugs masquerading as statesmen.
The "Palestinians" are individuals who are enamored with destruction and chaos. They are not a distinct people, but a death cult. They raise their children from toddlerhood instilled with a visceral hatred of Jews. The deliberate targeting of innocent civilians for murder is their standard operating procedure. They are Janus-faced in their approach to propaganda, telling the western media one story, and the Arab media an altogether different one. They have no honor, and not a whit of decency or compassion. They deserve nothing but contempt. They've earned the kind of terrible justice that would send most men quailing in fear.
Regardless your view of the modern nation of Israel--secular Middle Eastern state, or "the Promised Land to the Jews"--you should shun the championing of people who wallow in moral debasement.
The "Palestinians" offer nothing to this world but lies and murder, served up under the guise of righteous indignation. I shake my head in shame that my government finds their "cause" worthy of support. This offers a great deal of insight into the trustworthiness of those at the reins of power in the U.S.A.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Ronald is a gay old clown;
A gay old clown is he.
He dons a wig
Dances a jig.
Wears his shoes a little big.
I've heard he's quite the devotee
Of unrestricted sodomy.
Under the golden arches,
With Grimace in cahoots,
He'll make you squeal;
The new prize in your Happy Meal
Is a big side-order of fruits.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
I know this story happened several days ago, but I think it deserves special mention. Here's some food for thought: If immigration authorities managed a haul of 600 illegal aliens working at one plant in a small Mississippi town, what does this tell us about the sheer number of these people sneaking into our country?
Here's the best part of the story:
One worker caught in Monday's sweep at the Howard Industries transformer plant said fellow workers applauded as immigrants were taken into custody.
Heck, they should've had a hoedown, afterwards.