I Change My Mind - There Must Be a God

It took some doing, but I am now basking in that glorious light from above. How could I have been so wrong for so long?

The spirit has descended upon me. Divine revelations are streaming forth. The sublime complexity of our world plainly could not have evolved from nothingness. I now know that a supreme intellectual Designer makes all this happen. What else but an all-powerful God could could wreak such resplendent carnage? Man, in all his mediocrity simply does not possess the wherewithal to realize such calamities as raging war, world-wide famine, pervasive poverty and rampant disease.

What else but an omnipotent God could mastermind the near collapse of an entire world economy in just a few short days? What else but a transcendent God would have the supreme audacity to institutionalize evil and hatred? What else but a God could move people to the grand negativities of suicide and murder all in the name of religious righteousness?

In short, without God the world is inexplicably fucked up. With God, it all becomes clear. It takes the supreme to achieve the supreme. Only a supremely capable God could achieve such supremely unimaginable levels of misery and misfortune as those which we now enjoy. Man simply does not possess the level of moral vacuity required to achieve such astonishing ruin on his own. Surely his inspiration has a divine source.

That I was so adamant about there not being a heavenly master lording over our wondrous universe shows just how stubborn and short-sighted I have been for so long. Thank you, God, for showing me the light! And thank you for saving my soul.

Shut the Fuck Up, Dick Cheney

Speaking out is as American as it gets, yet as with most rights they are neither absolute nor impervious to abuse.

Former Vice-president Dick Cheney has apparently anointed himself guardian of the Bush legacy. In several prominent interviews since leaving office, El-Producto has seen fit to do something few ex-presidents or vice-presidents do publicly, which is to actively criticize a sitting president in such a way so as to plainly seek to undermine his station or embarrass him politically. Nice touch, Dickhead.

Criticizing sitting presidents should be left to the tea baggers of their time. Former chief executives and their vices (pun intended) belong to a unique order, and one salient - if unwritten - rule among members is that they refrain from openly badmouthing a sitting commander-in chief. There are a thousand reasons for this virtual decree, and each of them reveals a wisdom at its core. El Cid, however, cannot seem to comprehend any of them.

Whether you know it or not, Mr. History the Way I See It, no one believes you're that stupid. On the contrary, you are putting the powers of your ample intellect to use for plainly nefarious purposes, not the least of which is dirty politics. Gambling much of your reputation on the collective intellect of the masses, however, seems a risky business. They are likely to prove much more savvy than you appear willing to give them credit for.

As a rule, loyalty is a noble sentiment. Blind loyalty, however, is ominously ignoble. Do us all a favor, if you would, Sir Richard: speak when and where it is your place; when and where it is not, shut the fuck up!

The Mind-Fuck of Religion: Waterboarding for the Masses

With all the news lately about torture memos, enhanced interrogation techniques, high-value detainees, etc., the question of whether water-boarding has any redeeming value seems worthy of consideration - but only for a moment. In a flash the imagery returns an abrupt verdict on that score. Only an idiot would see nothing wrong with this practice.

I have to say, I draw an intriguing parallel to something I experienced as a young child growing up. Having religious dogma forced down one's throat while trying to grow up is much like having water forced down one's throat while trying to breathe. The only difference is that the religious fuckers pull off the neat trick of making you look like you're enjoying it!



With a child, religion is the weapon of water, and conformity is that which is to be extracted. The torture of religion, however, is nefariously more efficient at achieving obedient submission and jack-booted loyalty.

My sense of justice and fair play demands that I do proceed with virtual prosecutions of those who violated the 'Geneva Conventions' of proper parenting. And would someone please explain to me the authoritative basis for this kind of child rearing. Who the hell came up with the brilliant idea of raping the minds of children in this most fucked up way? We would never think of indoctrinating children politically. Why? Because we understand that informed consent is the basis for embracing ideology - be it religious, political, or otherwise.

What I would like to see is law suits springing up all over, seeking damages for the abusive practice of penetrating the orifice of the intellect with the 'penis' of perverse religious dogma. Yes, mind-fucking. It is every bit as offensive as conventional fucking when perpetrated on the young and defenseless.

A Venue for the Venom

Creating a journal/blog for my alter persona has been something I've wanted to do for some time. There's just too much filth, crap and corruption - as my Dad used to say - swimming around in the remote crevices of my mind for me to just ignore and hope will go away. My main blog, Living Without God - A Life of Reason, is not really the place for all the "stuff" that borders on the obscene and begs for a place to call its own.

What will likely end up here on A Venue for the Venom are things that make it past those pesky little censors in my brain. F-bombs will fly; sarcasm will be the order of the day; irreverence will dictate my themes; little - if anything - will be off limits. I will make every feeble attempt to direct my invective inward as much as outward, being as deserving of ridicule and contempt as the next idiot.

So to anyone unfortunate enough to find himself reading this, don't go any further unless you are prepared to venture into a netherworld of venomous vituperation and intellectual inanity. I apologize in advance for all the crap that's about to flow forth from the angry beaver that dwells within.