Fighting the fight

Everything on the blog has changed. Sigh. I wish they would not do this. Nothing stays the same on the internet, though. I'm scrabbling with people on Facebook about religion, as usual. It's growing tiresome. I do wish they'd "get it." Even a cursory glance at history and anthropology shows that humans created deities, and that no "god" exists. So of course, they then begin to talk about being "spiritual." Does that mean you hold seances? You see ghosts? You stick pins in voodoo dolls? It's hogwash. All hogwash. And I am very tired of it. T R-M insists that atheism is a "belief." No. Atheism is a belief only if bald is a hair color. As Neil Degrasse Tyson says, there should be no reason to need a word like atheism. If people don't play golf, they aren't agolfists. If they don't eat sushi, they aren't asushiests. If winged pink unicorns don't exist, have never existed, can't be proved, those of us who don't believe in them aren't a-winged-pink-unicornists. Since there is no god, and theism is a made-up mindset totally without proof, why should the burden of proof be on US? It should not. Only those who assert something positive should be required to prove it. If I asserted that frogs that smell like roses existed, then it would be up to me to prove that rose-smelling frogs existed. It would NOT be the job of those who told me that they did not believe in frogs that smelled like roses. My right hip hurts. I hope I don't wind up needing hip replacement surgery, but I'll tell you, after I get up to take a step and nearly fall flat on my face, I feel that such surgery is not far in my future. I attended the Prism Awards Ceremony today. Poor Jon T., the dude in charge. He is the most awful public speaker. There were times I wanted to taser him. He cannot read aloud worth a damn. I was bored, twitchy, and miserable. He should have let the students read their own work. Most of them would have done a FAR better job than he did. Massive groan. Two of my students did well in the competition. One won a first place and honorable mention. Another got an honorable mention. My son posted updated photos of my two grandkitties. Griffin is humongously large compared to Eli. Eli is already a year old, and Griffin is approaching one year, but clearly, the Big G is going to be the Dude.

My Esteemed Spouse is on his way to visit his mother. This is about the 4th or 5th time he's gone without me. No sweat. I simply do not want to fake the hypocrisy of religion while I'm there, and I'm sick to death of faking.