Charity Needs No God

January 29, 2018 Leave a comment

Hungry men and women gather at shelters. They are seeking meals that are provided by various religious groups. The individuals who believe they are doing God’s work are working to help their fellow humans. The congregations provide the funding, sharing in the warm feeling of doing God’s work, helping people in need. Excellent! But what does God have to do with it?

There is no reason why some God of some religion has to be involved in the good and generous works being performed. The generosity of spirit should suffice to satisfy the practitioners. It should not be necessary to display crosses, crescents, stars and what have you. The fact is that God is a myth, and science has proven it with research and facts. Therefore, the generous people that work to do good for others are really doing it for their internal satisfaction. Perhaps that feeling is what many people take to be the spirit of God within each of us.

The recent death in Montreal of Father John, known as “Pops”, brought out a plethora of people that profess to have been saved by Father John – Pops. The man did truly wonderful, selfless work. He operated a large motorhome-like van in a program known as “Dans La Rue”, which is French for “On The Street”.

Pops and his volunteers go out on the night streets of Montreal and provide meals and drinks to the street people. Some are old people who have lost their way in life. Many are young people seeking a way to survive. They have survived thanks to Pops and his generous program of feeding the needy.

The fact is, Pops could do the same work with the same result without the church and the Father John part. Why is God included? I don’t know, but I’m quite sure there is no God.

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The Immature Octogenarian

January 29, 2018 Leave a comment

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Me at 18 and at 80

Some minds do not age within aging bodies. Some geezers grasp at youthful pursuits with arthritic fingers. While some old guys settle into so called golden years comfortably, others find the pensioner situation abhorrent. I think that most of the men and women that retire comfortably have perhaps always been old in their way. Perhaps they never got up to shenanigans and mischief. What of those who were always naughty and testing the boundaries of behavior? Do they all become sedate before they’re eighty? I think not.

In my mind, I still want to race sports cars as I’ve done in the past. I still want to do stunts on water skis, as I’ve done in the past. I still want to pleasure my wife, as I’ve done in the past. I’d like to have another Doberman pup to raise and walk and teach, as I’ve done in the past. I want my former life, and I’m living my old life – my old man life. It’s a new adventure as have been all the many adventures of my life.

It’s a sad realization for me that attractive women no longer view me as a virile man. I’m just another old guy. I have to intellectually remind myself of that, before I make a fool of myself and flirt with a waitress or a shop girl. I still want to flirt with her, but I have the wisdom to not do it. I imagine what a fool I would appear to be. A woman would have no idea that I was an adventurer and sometimes a dare devil.

My dearest friend is in his mid-seventies. He has been a devoted athlete all his life, and he still races open-wheeled, single seat vintage race cars and is a fervent tennis player in season. He also is a competitive snow boarder during the winter season. He might be still doing it when he’s 80 as well.

Throughout my life I’ve pursued adventure. I’ve enjoyed risks like shooting the rapids in a canoe, handling skittish horses, cross-country skiing in northern forests and riding a motorcycle down country roads. I still have the desire, but don’t have the physical structure to continue. I have no choice but to limit myself to intellectual pursuits, such as this blog.

The Lesser Evil

January 27, 2018 Leave a comment

The lesser evil is still evil. We don’t have to accept the lesser evil as the best we can do. I refer to every endeavors, including highly educated professions and every other level of society down to careless welfare recipients. Facing two plates of food, neither of which we enjoy is a logical case. If one plate is fried chicken skin and the other plate is beef liver, the liver would be chosen by those that don’t hate it and chicken skin would be chosen by those that can’t stand liver, for whatever reason.

The 2016 presidential election in the United States of America might be a case of the lesser evil being the greater evil. Many voters believed that Hilary Clinton is so evil that even Donald J. Trump appeared to be the lesser evil. As time flows on, however, it is revealed that so called President Trump is actually a psychopathic liar, a thief, an oligarch and a traitor. In hindsight, as evil as she is, Clinton would have been a better choice.

I usually watch true police and crime series on television. Most often, there is a police interrogation of a victim, a witness, or a suspect. There comes a time when an individual is asked about his or her relationship.

“It’s fine,” they say. “You know, there are fights and stuff, like every relationship.”

NO! Accepting a relationship in which some scrapping and shouting, and even hitting is not the lesser of any evil. It is an evil-bound relationship. If a person can’t find nearly constant peace and confidence in one’s special relationship, one might be settling for the lesser evil. Don’t do it.

There should be a relationship for you where expressions of love are spoken every day. Where you are put first by the other party and the other party is put first by you. The lesser evil is not good enough. You want the absence of stress, doubt, and evil. Get it!

You Don’t Know Their Burdens

January 26, 2018 Leave a comment

It’s rare to see a person on the street or on public transportation with a pleased or contented expression on his or her face. While observing people personally, we might wonder what our own facial expression is as we look around ourselves. It seems that people in public often do not look at each other.

We move among each other, but we do not encounter each other. I expect that our primitive primate senses govern our behavior. Perhaps eye to eye contact invites conflict, as it might among chimpanzees. Smiling at a person might be seen as a threat if one’s teeth are displayed. Sometimes, a smile at a person in a library or a restaurant can lead to verbal communication. That could lead to almost anything.

The hundreds of faces one might see in a single week are most likely to be sad or blank. We overlook the unwelcoming atmosphere because we know that each individual is carrying the facts of their lives with them. One might be planning what to make for dinner. Another might be concerned about a meeting coming up at their office. Others worry about sick friends, lost dogs, rent increases and anything else.

We move through our days, our faces showing our feelings. When it’s a lovely day and all is well in our own little world, there is peacefulness in our expression. When our own relationship with the significant other is in jeopardy, stress or concern is shown.

If we could master the art of compartmentalizing the matters in our lives, we might be able to always wear a peaceful expression by dwelling on the sweet parts of life.

The Planet Rebels

January 21, 2018 Leave a comment

A religious person might see God’s will in the wave of natural disasters that have swamped society. Hurricanes, tornadoes and earthquakes befall societies throughout our planet. An atheist, on the other hand, might see it as natural sequences of events, not completely free of human contributions.

The planet Earth is a living, evolving entity. I see the Earth’s crust as its skin, like the skin on my face. We have all seen pimples emerge on our faces. First it shows as a small, reddish mound. Later it becomes less red, and begins to peak. Finally, it is a pimple, filled with material your body rejects. It is also this way with our planet.

I used to own a hobby farm where we kept horses. My favourite chore was to go out into the forest and cut riding trails throughout the many acres. The forest is healthy, so each summer I’d travel the trails again, to trim off the bits that intruded into the riding space.

There was a patch where two trails intersected. As the years passed, I noticed a small area, about twenty inches square in the cleared part of the two trails, where the grass was dying off. The following year, the grass had been replaced by moss. A year later, the moss was turning from green to brown, and looking ragged. Following years showed a granite boulder pushing up through the earth. Eventually, it was a large rock on the trail.

As with Icebergs where we see just ten percent of the lump of ice and below hangs ninety percent so it could be with that rock. It might be just the tip of a boulder that’s the size of a house. That’s why I see the planet as a living thing. As our skin ejects wax, fat or whatever, the earth ejects rocks and whatever as it evolves into eternity.

The life of the Earth is obvious in its seething center, boiling granite that sometimes bursts through the planet’s skin and runs down in rivulets until, at some time in infinity, it becomes more rocks to later be expelled.

Meanwhile, we enjoy the luxury of Earth’s life; trees of fruit, trees of shade, rain, snow, fields of green, fields of gold and seasons.

We need to take better care of The Earth, and greed gets in the way. The oligarchs are our enemies.

Survival of the Sickest

January 20, 2018 Leave a comment

Most of us have watched nature programs, where predator and prey each struggle to live on. We’ve seen the lions stalking herds of wildebeest. They are looking for the weak one. Perhaps one has an injured leg, and limps to keep up with the herd. Perhaps a young wildebeest, just a few months old, would be the chosen victim. In any case, the victim is likely to be the weakest animal available.

This is nature’s wonderful sense of balance. Wildebeest and other herbivores proliferate at a rate that fulfills the needs of their carnivorous predators. The predators can proliferate and feed their families because the herbivores are available. Sometimes, there are weak sick animals that predators can more easily capture. This also assures that only the stronger, healthier animals will survive and breed stronger generations.

In most cases, the herd seems to be uninterested in the fate of the captured one. They use the opportunity to move easily away as a pride of lions skirmishes over the meal. Occasionally, a devoted female will try to protect its captured young. In most cases, the mother gives it up and moves off with the herd. They are able to just let it go as part of their life. On the other hand, there is the human species…

The human animal does not turn its back on its weakest. We support the needy and help the disabled. We do this as a society, through our government agencies and through religious and charitable missions.

I have to wonder if we didn’t care for the weaker among us and just carried on without them, would we have a stronger, healthier society? We do ignore some. We can’t easily help the people who insist that they live on the streets, even when offered comfort. They are the mentally and emotionally weaker people. We even help them to survive. The wildebeest would just move on and forget them. Are we weakening our bloodline?

We might feel disdain for the sickest among us, but we also have the power of thought. We can think that if not for the vagaries of life, there go I. Therefore, we help where help is needed.

Applause for Atheists

January 19, 2018 Leave a comment

The end of the human burden of religion is upon us. The strength of scientific evidence and the frailties of religious practitioners are taking effect. We won’t live to see it, but I believe there will be a time when all peoples adopt the logical position; God is a myth.

There are two choices; choose faith or choose logic. It’s a difficult question for people that believe in divine design. Their faith tells them to have faith in the myth and continue to support the institution of prayer. There is another way to look at it.

Let’s take a moment to consider a Christian television evangelist. He or she literally says, “Send us money and we’ll prayer for you.” The Catholic Church does the same thing, in a much more elegant way. As the pitchmen say, “it’s the flash”. The Catholic headquarters is the Vatican. It’s a private estate, and tax free. The head guy, the Pope preaches the simple life, humble, generous, and faithful. Oh yes, the faith.

While preaching humility, the church is resplendent with gold, jewels, fabulous artworks and objects of great commercial value. They are but decorations in the Pope’s palace. The costumes are another part of the hustle. Tall hats decorated with valuable metals top off sweeping gowns edged in gold, glittering in light from a hundred candelabra and a thousand candles.

It’s just the church’s way of doing the evangelist’s hustle. They possess magic smoke and magic water. They possess wafers made from God’s son. They possess wine made from Jesus’ blood. It’s a powerful hustle and works on the same people that send money to evangelists for a vial of water.

I am encouraged that the myth grows weaker. Atheist broadcasters gain cheers and applause when making points about the futility of belief in a God, any God. They are all simply a bloodthirsty, greedy hustle. If you’re a believer, get over it.