Sunday, January 20, 2019
Podcasting for Dipshits
Well, it's happened. I finally started to produce my own podcast. My wife and I decided we wanted to do one together, so in true fashion, I am starting my own.
Greasy Slimy Squirrel Guts is the tentative name. I will be talking about horror and writing. Pretty much what is on here. Hopefully, it won't feel like talking to myself for too long. I will talk about horror movies, stories and generally horrific things. Unlike this blog, it will be my sanctuary from the regular bullshit of life.
But that's what horror is: an escape. A catharsis.
Details to come.
Monday, February 26, 2018
Hail Storm book review
Operation Hailstorm by Brett Arquette
I have never been a huge fan of spy tech novels. I have always thought of them detailed just short of tech manuals.
But this book won me over.
The main characters were both likeable and damaged, which made the intrigue and tech more palpable. Still suffering after losing loved ones in a coordinated terrorist attack on five airliners (known as The Five), you wonder how they are not only functional, but have used their obsession with finding the killers toward the greater good.
I feel that the events in this book are relevant to many Americans, namely the tragedy of The Five and looming war with North Korea. And, dare I say gives skeptics like me a sliver of confidence in our country.
While this book has its fair share of specs that would excite any self-respecting geek, I still felt invested in the story. The tense climax is capped off with a Mission: Impossible type ending, that was amusing and just enough of a cliffhanger to make me anxious for the next book.
Tuesday, January 23, 2018
The Bible: The #1 book about Child rape, murder and sodomy
Thursday, January 18, 2018
Vulture Droppings: Death is Nothing
I firmly believe when you die, there is nothing. When you die, there is nothing. When you die…you die. I believe, like religion (and maybe because of it), life after death is just a security blanket against the cold and scary darkness. People do not want to admit that the darkness is not dark and it is not scary because when you die, all you know and feel will stop. There is no other way to describe it because no one has ever experienced it and told about it.
There have been the tunnels with the bright light and relatives greeting them, but I firmly believe that is all wishful thinking. They merely saw what they wanted to see when they died.
I would say death is akin to blowing out a candle. But I think that is not entirely true. When you snuff out a candle, there is a lingering of heat and smoke that is just not there after you die.
Lets' say there is life after death. I know that Catholics preach it. Why is death such a horrible thing? Why do they lament over a loved when when they die? I believe funerals are a selfish thing developed to make people feel better, so they can better deal with something they do not understand.
It is contradictory. The church preaches eternal life after death, but allows its parishioners to mourn the deaths of loved ones.
Monday, January 15, 2018
The awakening of an atheist
It wouldn’t be until much later that I started to connect its rites and customs with those of religions that predated christianity. For many years, I could have given a shit about jesus, god or anything to do with religion. It was something I had been indoctrinated into and did it to appease parents, grandparents, clergy, etc. Growing up, we were never overtly religious as a family, unless you counted the fact that my brother and I went to Catholic school for twelve years. Unless I had to do it for school, I never read the bible. I read it more now than I did in all my twelve years of Catholic school. When I went to college, I went to church on the weekends, and later not at all.
It wasn’t until after my first son was born that I really started to take a hard look at religion and its role not only in my life, but in the lives of those around me, then society and the world as a whole. My father had asked me when were we going to baptize our son. My wife and I had talked about it before the baby came, but this was the first time that faith had come up when I was an adult in anything remotely resembling a conflict. He asked me if we were worried about his soul, that if it would go to hell. I told him that is not what we believe and that is something we want him to decide for himself. And that was it.
That, I think, was the beginning of my real research. In college, prior to being married and having the baby, I had written a paper on Simon de Beauvoir for a writing class. I read quite a bit on existentialism and religion. So, as an adult I had a starting point: existence. This was when the flood gates opened. I started to question everything.
What was our purpose here? How did we come into being? How did the world come about? What about the universe? Is there a god? As an adult, I hear the normal, ‘thank god,’ ‘god bless you,’ other sayings that I had always taken for granted as just part of everyday speech.
In a nutshell, that's how I 'became' an atheist.
Tuesday, December 12, 2017
When is Bullying Okay?
Friday, December 8, 2017
WTF, Trump Supporters?
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By Creativa Images |
I have run into this issue with more than a few people of different views and beliefs. When I enter into a dialogue with any of the aforementioned, either the conversation is civil, but most times I encounter anger. If the latter, they then become defensive. They might feel persecuted, or just plain pissed off that anyone would make them question their beliefs.
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By Romolo Tavani |
Why the anger? I have asked this question to no avail. I either get silence or ‘let’s agree to disagree.’ But in such cases, I’m not even trying to argue. I see a man who is everything I teach my kids not to be, and I see people follow him and eventually vote him in to the highest office in the land.







