|Once on a while he gets it wrong (or seems to):|
Why aren't atheists afraid of punishment? Simple. The worst punishment is to live in fear.
BUT: There seems to be a missing distinction: What kind of punishment? Torture? They're probably afraid of that. Eternal punishment then? Hell? The premise begins to unravel.
Anyway, what's the big difference between atheists and believers? Atheists (who call themselves atheists) do not seem to develop sublime art. (Of course they have had less public time & space to practice. :-)
And then ... there is 'The Hag' - not the Hag you remember with approximate equanimity but the one you face as you are facing it. Or call it pure physiological terror, what you will. (Eh?)
Then again, you never know for certain:
It is reported in The Guardian that Pope Francis may endorse the fossil fuel divestment campaign - at least he is being urged to do so. Given close advisors such as climate change denier George Pell, Australia's Cardinal, a-and a long history of condom-condemnation (despite, one presumes, first-hand experience) it seems like the longest of possible long-shots and the dreamiest of wishful thinking; the proverbial icecube in hell.
Almost too incredible to wish for, but yes, he could do it. There would be something a Catholic could be proud of! Might stem the seemingly inevitable decline ... or possibly save him from being summarily chucked off his balcony in some not too distant future ... or stave off a divine thunderbolt, whatever.
Dona Ruth and the New World:
1) Where will you take me? The truth is I just got here. I came looking for ... / Let's go soon.
2) It's a dangerous crossing Dona Ruth. Perils and monsters are all around us. The terrible Jaws.
3) Dona Ruth has to pass between Scylla ... Charybdis ... and a piece of bad road.
5) Do you have an appointment? I'm Dona Ruth. Excuse me. Dona Ruth! Dona Ruth! Dona Ruth!
6) Lead us Dona Ruth. A bug bit me. Me too. There are many of them! AAAA!
10) Sir! Look! It's Dona Ruth returning! Dona Ruth, you discovered a new world for us. Us?
The 60s hippies are gettin' old, boys and girls alike.
Laerte's fable shows surprising perspicacity. I don't know how old he is. His pictures make him look 40ish, 50 maybe but it's hard to tell with Brazilians because they take care of themselves. His fat, naked, bald-on-top-with-a-white-mullet, old man flying off into the moon & stars is the single happiest image that has appeared here (once it's taken out of context).
Space for an editorial but I'll spare y'all.
|Forty-plus years later and no one has said it better than Walt Kelly did in 1971.|
And Tom Toles carries on consistently.
(Oh, by the way: It's not Earth that we might save. It's us eh?)
Duke Energy is in the news, 30,000 employees - not shabby:
And it looks like the entire ensemble cast - right from the North Carolina legislators through their Commissions and on down to a gaggle of scumbag (but self-righteous & scripture quoting) lawyers - is doing its level best to make sure there are no public revelations of the details. Well of course, they have to do that, otherwise you might have another 30,000 default mortgages on your hands eh?
Duke Energy also generates 2,274 MW in Brazil:
Their minions apply the greenwash with a wide brush. They keep a captive non-profit, Liga RMC de Esportes, to operate their mini-marathon events by the look of it. Last year it was "for the preservation of the trees," this year it's "for the preservation of the environment." Things are ramping up.
So, that's what Lynn J. Good and Duke Energy's billions do for Earth Day - just to keep things in perspective y'unnerstan'.
Don't she just look like a china doll?
Short of thinking there's no way to solve any problem; and thinking (it turns out) is intimately dependent upon speaking, language.
It takes two to tango? Well, it takes two (or more) to think then too eh?
Memory and external storage may provide the domain (or is it range?) for reflection, sure, but the memories have to come from somewhere some when - antecedents, even when they are imaginary & fictional.
Which brings us (if you can follow and if you will permit) back 'round to Matthew:
If thy brother shall trespass against thee, go and tell him his fault between thee and him alone: if he shall hear thee, thou hast gained thy brother.Unfortunate in a way that such wisdom should find itself in scripture since God has nothing whatever to do with it. It is up to those on the scene at the time to sort out, or not.
It should be possible (one would think) to go pretty well directly from here to a toe-tal refudiation of such nonsense as "It matters not how straight the gate."
Speaking of 'range': It might be well to remember that all of the (not inconsiderable) forces of correctitude, propriety, euphemism and the brutal ideology of positive thinking are ranged against anything as direct as what is suggested in Matthew.
And assuming of course that you give a shit about your brother, sister, neighbour, co-livyer on the planet; which is ... possible.
And then there's dumb luck.
Not to mention the myriad other ways communication can get fucked up wise and otherwise. It's almost enough to make one turn to the Old Testament, to Zephaniah:
For then will I turn to the people a pure language.I make it 'return' not 'turn'; and again, that it is found in 'holy' scripture is no reason to think God has anything to do with it - it is entirely up to the people. (As any fool can plainly see.)
This post was composed on a Sunday y'unnerstan'.
Be well gentle readers.
Consider the auk;
Becoming extinct because he forgot how to fly,
And could only walk.
Consider man, Who may well become extinct
Because he forgot how to walk and learned how to fly before he thinked.
Liar! Liar! Pants on Fire! (Larry Springer, Enbridge spokesperson):
"Enbridge is part of an energy pipeline industry that is committed to the highest safety standards in the construction and operation of our facilities."
Bollocks! (I guess that's why they leak so often.)
But let's be fair, Larry says exactly what he's told to say and gets fat and happy doin' it. No responsibility will rub off on him. What's the problem?
Postscript - Yann Martel:
One of the good reasons to completely disregard anything you find here is that my memory is about entirely shot. I read both 'Life of Pi' and 'Beatrice and Virgil' a few years ago. When I saw Sajo's cartoon I knew immediately what he's referring to. The rest is a blank. Luckily I recorded a few observations the first time: in 2010 and 2011.
I re-read both novels in the last few weeks (with nary a moment of familiarity - I begin to wonder, joking aside, if the Alz really is creepin' up), watched the Life of Pi film, and read his letters to Stephen Harper '101 letters to a prime minister', and ...
At least God is mentioned only once - in a serious way - in the latter novel.
I want to reproduce an excerpt, 'Games for Gustav', but it seems important to do it right - maybe in a separate post.
Games for Gustav
This is the best I've seen from Yann Martel - and it's damn near perfect! A few (hopefully helpful) quibbles: the phrase 'that is, with a single shot to the back of the head' is redundant; and, 'the new government wants to turn a new page and address the errors of the past' is a different, more complicated structure than the others, it jars, and calls for an irony that doesn't quite fit.
I am reminded of R.D. Laing's little book 'Knots'.
How could I forget Yann Martel's two books so completely? And still remember 'Knots' which was many years ago (though I do have a copy on my shelf)? Doh?!
The man himself I don't know - pedantic, a bit pompous in the video interviews I have seen; and more than a bit afraid to be caught out; repeatedly stressing that the note he had from Obama is handwritten (I would do no less if it happened to me I suppose). Generous - the most recent photograph I could find has him holding someone else's book.
Having read '101 letters to a prime minister' I now know why Stephen Harper didn't answer. I doubt his minions trashed the books - sent them to charity maybe with the flyleaf dedications carefully cut out - someone may have read them. There they are - Stevie & Yannathan - two patronizing and arrogant complacencies facing off across a moribund civilization. Ai ai ai.
[Photo source: Blog of Miranda Ordóñez.]
Proverbs: "He that troubleth his own house shall inherit the wind: and the fool shall be servant to the wise of heart." What about spirit considered as wind? What about fools and servants in the (sometimes inverted, sometimes not) Christian hierarchy?
[A-and a third or fourth level qualification comes with the provenance of this verse: being James P. Cooney III of North Carolina - one of the lawyers for Duke Energy in the Dan River debacle.]