To the credit of the writer, I think he was trying hide his disgust for these guys and file a report that was at least somewhat impartial.
So he impartially reports what they are saying and what they say is completely awful. They talk about the “red pill” moments where they realized, in effect, that women are the enemy. Every one of those red pill moments is a paranoid fantasy.
What’s worse? They fucking co-opted The Matrix for their girl-hating movement!
When I watch that movie, I already am forced to acknowledge it was made by the same people who made Jupiter Ascending. But now it has provided a catch phrase for one of the most embarrassing activist groups in existence.
Why oh why didn’t these guys take the blue pill?
We had an appointment for our cat Nala to be euthanized this afternoon but sadly, she died overnight. For some reason, she had stopped eating over a month ago and all attempts to get her to ingest food failed. We don’t know what was wrong with her but it was, ultimately, something we could not fix.
She was not yet five years old but in her short time, she had a remarkable impact on our lives. Rather than remember the sadness of her passing, I choose to remember the joy and laughter she brought to our life.
Almost all of our cats are Humane Society cats and Nala was adopted as a kitten. Only six weeks old, she was precocious and social and her ears made up about 65% of her head. She was clumsy even for a kitten. And she was loud.
There was an interfaith prayer breakfast last week and conservative radio host Janet Mefferd was not amused. All that liberal lip service to other religions did nothing to spare her from hell, she said, nothing at all!
Janet, this may come as a genuine surprise to you but nowhere in the job description for President of the United States does it include “spare people from hell.” The President has literally zero obligation to spare you from hell.
I get that being spared from hell is a big thing for you. So big, in fact, that you believe everyone should be working to save your immortal soul at all times.
I’m sure when Obama is no longer President, he can devote some valuable time to your soul. Until then, he will be forced to think about everyone else in America.
It isn’t personal. It’s his job.
Tabletop gaming has become a major thing these days. Recently, we took an inventory of the tabletop games in our house and discovered we have over 150. We’ve acquired at least ten more games since then.
We’ve also purchased expansion packs for games we already have but I’m not going to count those because they aren’t new games.
Number of games we’ve gotten rid of in the same amount of time: zero.
As you can see, we have something of a problem. We are quite literally running out of shelves to put all the games.
The obvious solution is to attempt to play every game in our house at least once.
I know what you are thinking and no, the solution is not to dispose of the games that we’ve owned for over ten years and never played once. That would be allowing the game to win.
There are two wrinkles in this plan. The first is probably obvious – when we like a game, we want to play it more than once. I, for instance, could spend an entire weekend playing “Legendary” and still want to play it again.
Because the rest of my family does not feel the same way I am, I think rightly, considering having them replaced.
About this time last year, I’d made up my mind to leave my job. I wasn’t happy in my work and I felt it was time to figure out how to make money for myself rather than for someone else. Then a crazy thing happened. I was asked what they needed so I wouldn’t resign. I gave them my terms, they agreed to my terms and I decided to stay.
I had a lot of grand plans for the year. I went from a 40 hour work week to a 30 hour work week and I thought with those ten hours, I could build a freelance business and transition to that job on my own timetable.
I imagined nothing would fill up that extra time aside from being a writer. I imagined that I could keep myself motivated to follow an ambitious blog schedule. I imagined that I could somehow be an (almost) full-time worker and a carve a path to consistent freelance work at the same time.
And over the course of the year, I lost my way. There were changes at work, challenges at home and it seemed a lot easier to just remain as I was. I hadn’t given up on my lofty goal. I’d just postponed it.
Since I’d eliminated the parts of my job I hated, I was much more content at work. That meant I didn’t feel the same drive to get away from my job. The job was good. The people were good. It was all good enough.
What I mean by that is I never believed in god as he was presented to me in Sunday school. My logical brain couldn’t reconcile the inconsistencies of an all loving god all-knowing god who held his own creation responsible for being imperfect.
What became very clear to me was god existed as an authority figure to lend support to the beliefs of the person speaking for him. If you believe that homosexuality is wrong, you don’t have to be the bad guy. It isn’t you – it’s god.
And because you are using an unquestionable authority, you can get other people to believe as you do. You didn’t convince them. God convinced them.
The idea of theism alone isn’t a damaging concept. If you want to believe that something created the universe, you aren’t hurting anyone.
When you work to convince people you know what that being is thinking, I think you can begin to do harm.
In the debate over same-sex marriage, there are people of all faiths who think it is right and people of all faiths who think it is wrong. They are both using the ultimate authority of god to support their claim.
But what if none of them knows what god thinks? What if no-one has a direct line to heaven? What if we need to figure this stuff out for ourselves without an authority who cannot be questioned?
The vaccine “debate” has been heating up lately due, I think, to the outbreak of Measles at Disneyland. As many people have pointed out the fallacious reasoning that makes up the anti-vaxx position, others have righteously defended their right to make health decisions for their own children. Even when those health decisions fly in the face of scientific evidence.
I’ve seen far too many friends getting upset over the debate and trying to play the peacemaker middle sibling. Can’t we respect “both sides” of the argument they ask? Can we all play nice?
The problem with this position is the simple fact that the sides are not equal. Just as the vast majority of scientists agree on global climate change and evolution, the vast majority of medical professionals and scientists agree on vaccines.