Cheerful Atheist Bus Ad

A friend on the Minnesota Atheists Board of Directors sent us this image to share.  It’s a bus ad in Chicago sponsored by Indiana Atheists.  I really enjoy how cheerful it is.  (Woah, speaking of cheerful, I just clicked my own link and had a good gander at their website.  Holy cheerful tulips, Batman!)

Also, I had to do some internet things one more time before heading to no wifi land… 

WisCORNsin or WisCOMPsin

However you spell it, we’re going to be there for a few days.

There is no internet OR wifi within, oh, more than an hour’s drive from where we are staying…    I’ll miss you all, internet compadres.

Yes, I grew up here...

Franken is Our Senator!

We did it! Celebrate good times, come on!

Oh, and here is a comment on the Star Tribune forum from a Republinut:

anyone who supports an idiot who makes jokes as issues….wake up morones!

Nice.  Could I make this stuff up?  Not even if I tried.

Plus, can your Senator do THIS???

Militant Atheism

This video almost perfectly sums up why/how I identify as a “Militant Atheist”.

The Door Knocker Saga- Experiments with Missionaries.

I’m eating my Frosted Krispies, and Vic says he sees two well-dressed ladies walking up our street.  “They’re door-knockers”, says I.  Vic says he thinks they’re wearing too brightly colored clothes to be door-knockers, but I think he’s confusing the door-knockers with the Amish or some shit.  We get out the binoculars we use to spy on our neighbors and Vic confirms that they are indeed knocking on doors.

“Get the atheist bag” I tell Vic.  We pull out our best atheist propaganda.  I am actually excited, and in my awesome rock star black and silver leopard jammies, I start dancing in our living room.  “I hope they stop here, I hope they stop.  PLEASE knock on our door.”

Here they come, walking up the driveway!  Yes!  I open the door.  (Remember, I’m wearing my rock star jammies, my tattoos are hanging out, my mascara is smeared, my hair is all over the place.  Generally, I look awesome.)

“Hello!”

“Hello!  I am here today to talk to you about the world, do you think it’s going to get better?”

“Well, how do you mean?”

“Most people in this area were raised Christian, were you?  I’m assuming you were.”

“Actually, no, I wasn’t…”  (This is the truth.)  Pause…

“So, do you know the Lord’s Prayer?”

Here, I decide to lie.  I know the Lord’s Prayer.  Not because I’m religious, but because I have this damn good memory, and I used to take people with disabilities to church when I worked on Sundays if they chose to go…

“Um… No, can’t say that I do.”

Her spiel is ruined.  She doesn’t really know what to say.  She even says to me “Well, I guess I can’t ask you THOSE questions, then…”

I reach out my hand, which has the atheist propaganda in it.  On top is the Freedom From Religion non-tract called “Why Jesus?”  Her eyes light up:  “Oh, you DO believe in Jesus!!!”  I look at her face and really slowly and drawn out I say “Nooooo”.

She stares at the propaganda but won’t even touch it.  She says she’s done a lot of research, but if that stuff says there is no Jesus, then she can’t take it to read it.  She asks me to just tell her what’s in there.  We tell her she can read it herself.

Then Vic ruins my fun by getting curt and telling them to get away from our house and keep their silly superstitions to themselves.  Dude, I could’ve done this all day.  Wonder if they’ll ever come back?

Go lord it up in someone else's lawn, freak!

MJ, Farrah, and Ed McMahon. Or was that David Carradine?

Okay, I don’t normally post just to link to someone else’s blog, but I feel the need.  I really feel the need…

Yesterday, after MJ passed, people all over the freakin’ internet were yap, yap, yapping about the ‘rule of threes’.  Normally, I just ignore, but yesterday it became really unbearable.  Well, Miss Z did it, and posted a beautiful blog on the rule of threes…

You can put it on your CAR!

While we’re at it, since I work in health/human services, the full moon has NOTHING to do with your or anyone elses’s behavior.  Just an FYI, yes, I know that the moon effects the tides, and that we are mostly made of water, but did you think that the great percentage of the water in our bodies is just sloshing around like a mini human pond inside of us?  I also happen to know that someone totally flipped out on me today, and we are nowhere near a full moon.  This happens rarely enough that I can say positively “Myth Busted”.  Okay, thank you.

If you want to see something GOOD, check out What’s the Harm? Maybe that will clear some things up for you.

Update on Gay Exorcism

Here’s a video of a news report concerning the lovely gay exorcism I blogged about yesterday:

We’re Not Bigots, We’re Religious…

As if you needed another reason to stay away from churches if you are homosexual, check out this…

“Rip it from his throat!” a woman yells. “Come on, you homosexual demon! You homosexual spirit, we call you out right now! Loose your grip, Lucifer!”

The church apparently posted video of their exorcism on YouTube.  (Possibly as a training video for other crazy religious people?)  Hmmm, I’m speechless right now.  For those who know me, this does not happen often.

So honey, where’ve ya been?

A political figure goes missing, and he thinks no one is going to check on where he is???

For those of you who don’t know, perhaps you’ve been under a rock, or hiking the Appalachian trail for a few days, South Carolina Governor Mark Sandford (R) disappeared for a while and apparently no one, not even his family, knew of his whereabouts.

Sanford said he was out hiking the Appalachian Trail…  When the god-fearin’ man was discovered to have actually been on a trip to see his Latina lover in Argentina, Sanford got down on his knees, but this time presumably for praying…

“I’ve been unfaithful to my wife,” he said in a news conference in which the 49-year-old governor ruminated on God’s law, moral absolutes and following one’s heart. He said he spent the last five days “crying in Argentina.”

Sanford further elaborated, “Oh, also, fucking.  Fucking that woman in Argentina.  But there was some crying, too.  That’s how she likes it.”

You REALLY Love Jesus…

Ironically, we spotted this one while on our way to a gathering of atheists and other freethinkers at the Freethought Picnic.  Here’s what we have to drive by in Southern Minnesota:

Honk if you love the fact that I was nice enough to obscure your license plate for you...