Rant By Proxy

[bloodyrosemccoy]

I love PZ Myers,* I gotta say. He’s bombastic, aggressive, hyperbolic and can at times be a colossal douche.

He can also tear your logical fallacies up one side and down the other.

Every once in a while I get really steamed and want to point out some of the errors people are making in what we will generously call their thinking. But dear Jesus Prime in a tasteless magic cracker, it’s hard to keep up with this relentless pile of stupid. So I link to PZ because he says everything I’d have said, except perhaps with a bit more hyperbole.

There. I’m glad I got that off my chest.


*Yes, you’ve heard the name in the news recently: he’s getting mentioned along with the news that the Vatican has released its list of the worst sins EVARZ. And according to the Vatican, PZ Myers made news as one of the worst sinners in all of history—worse even than, to borrow a phrase from Eddie Izzard, genocidal fuckheads. What is this heinous crime, you ask? Well, PZ tossed a cracker in the trash. And not even a very tasty cracker, at that.

The backlash is enormous.

Comments

[neintales.livejournal.com]

Oddly, I used to like the taste of the communion wafers. And the wine. That actually kept me going to church as a child longer than other things did. (Well that and the fact I was afraid my family would freak out if I stopped going.)

I liked them so much that when I was 6 or 7 or so I found where the church we went to at the time stored the wafers, and, well, stole and ate a bunch of them. Unconsecrated, if I recall right.

Of course, now I'll probably get declared a terrible sinner or such by wingnuts ^^

THough srsly, I was a huge church-goer and properly Catholic Unworthy for much of my childhood. Until I started realizing how shittily two-faced, reactionistic, and just plain hypocritical so much of the church was.

The nail through the eucharist for me was the nun/principal at my final Catholic school who called me in one day to tell me that I was FORCING the other kids to bully me, because I was an Agent Of Satan.

Oh, and my parents were also EVIL. (Because before they met and fell in love my dad had been a priest, and my mom was a nun. Leaving the service of God for love was a TERRIBLE CRIME. Etcetera.)

[padparadscha.livejournal.com]

Of course, now I'll probably get declared a terrible sinner or such by wingnuts ^^

Nah, apparently you only get in trouble after you put Jesus in the cracker. ;)

Man, that principal's accusation is so far from logic that I doubt it can see logic from its locale. So, what were you doing that made you such an Agent of Satan, anyway? ARE YOU LEFT-HANDED??

Of course it is a terrible crime! God's a real petty, controlling bastard in a relationship, doncha know.

My parents are both recovering Catholics, too--although I don't think any one thing really set them off the path; just some generalized disillusionment. So from them to you ... HIGH FIVE!

[neintales.livejournal.com]

Not even left handed!

I was just smart, and artistic and sensitive, and taller, with bigger boobs than any of the other kids. Thusly I was bullied relentlessly, until I often was locking myself in the girl's restroom to cry and was thinking of suicide by the age of 11 or so.

The "YOU ARE SATAN'S CHILD, YOUR FATHER WAS A TRAITOR TO GOD AND YOUR MOM IS A DIRTY JEZEBEL" thing happened a bit after my dad died, around 13ish or 14ish.

I think I maybe went to church three more months after that (different church than the school was affiliated with) and then quit for good.

[shadowofdoubt.livejournal.com]

The nail through the eucharist for me was the nun/principal at my final Catholic school who called me in one day to tell me that I was FORCING the other kids to bully me, because I was an Agent Of Satan.

WHAT.

Jumping in because that's how I got the hell out of the Protestant church (Methodists, to be specific) - a woman teaching one of my classes when I was a kid told me that people who did what I did (misbehaving, talking during class, something? too young to remember) went to hell. I still dislike that haughty bitch.

[neintales.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah, I have several teachers and other authority figures from my childhood that I'd love to see again and flip the V at, possibly even punch in the face.