Wednesday, May 28, 2014

How it Works (with variant punctuation)

How it works?

Rarely. Have we seen a person fail! Who has thoroughly followed our path? Those who do not recover.

Are people who cannot or will not completely give themselves to this simple program usually men and women who are constitutionally incapable of being honest with themselves? There are.

Such unfortunates. They are not at fault. They seem to have been born that way.

~ anonymous ~

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

BS artist of the week: Robert Sungenis

Run a news search on the name "Robert Sungenis," and you will find the following series of headlines, posted over the past 48 hours, from various sources:
NPR: Why Physicists Are In A Film Promoting An Earth-Centered Universe
Raw Story: €˜Star Trek€™ actress lends her gravitas to film promoting idea that sun revolves around Earth
Salon: Scientist has no clue how he ended up in Holocaust-denier’s creationism documentary
The documentary in question is The Principle, scheduled for release this spring. The trailer to this film, and more on its executive producer/religious perpetrator Robert Sungenis, can be found below.


Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Talking to the hand that feeds you

If smoking ads were real, and I mean really real, the cigarettes would talk.

 Oh? That is Interesting... (voice tails upward). Just what exactly would these "talking cigarette" ads look like? To allow for imaginative discussion, this concept will be explored through a more historic time context: that of pre-April-of-1970, when airing cigarette ads on television was still legal. Moving... pictures! Mr. Burns clasps bony hands, spurred to motion by greedy anticipation.  

Surely, those ancient purveyors of Philip MorrisTM-brand porno, who capitalized big-time on jacking up the sexual elements of the lone wolf male and the independent female, who then went further into the nuclear family room, to buddy up that same couple's children with Joe Camel... well, let's just say that they could have done the talking cigarette thing. Had the technology. Lacked the remorse. Piece of cake.


Friday, March 30, 2012

A Desire To Stop Meetings

"Is anyone here celebrating one year?" Slowly, I raised my hand. From out of nowhere came a shout of congratulations, followed by a round of applause. At the head table of the meeting sat the chairperson, who noted this and stood, beckoning me to join him at the podium. Surrounded by warmth, support, and back-pats... given to me, a stranger to this group!... I rose from my fold-out seat.

The cheering grew louder as I approached the front of the table, where the chairperson stood to embrace me (hey now!), while handing me a metallic coin signifying that I had not taken a drink of alcohol for one year.

Nervously, I stepped up to the podium, and looked at the sea of enthusiastic faces. Clutching the coin infused me with a sense of confidence, and  I cleared my throat. "Hi. My name is B.S., and I used to be an alcoholic.”

Monday, March 12, 2012

Just Don't Drink: A Lazy Person's Guide to Alcohol Abstinence

Whereupon one person's solution for the alcohol problem is posted for the world to see. It's not so much a testimonial, as it is like TV's Seinfeld, a show about nothing.

Which suits me fine, just as HAMS, my preferred resource for alcohol abstinence, is (to paraphrase another member) "a support group for people who don't want to be in a support group." Very true, while allowing that both support and groups are wherever one finds them.

More after the NSFW commercial break: