The Catholic Church Still Loves Pedophiles

A nine year old Brazilian girl who has been repeatedly raped by her stepfather since she was six was taken to the doctor with stomach pains.  Doctors discovered she was pregnant with twins

Her mother arranged an abortion, probably knowing that giving birth to twins at her age could be fatal.  The Catholic Church demonstrated their compassion by excommunicating the mother and the doctor who performed the abortion.  

A senior spokesperson for the Vatican justified the excommunication, saying it was an unjustifiable attack on the Brazilian church. 

What about the unjustified attack on on the child?  She was nine, you sick fucks!  Your love for pedophilia makes any moral person want to puke in your pointy hats.  While you’re wearing them. You are just. Fucking.  Disgusting. 

Best. Headline. Ever.

Up until a few minutes ago my favorite headline of all time was the NY Posts “Headless Body In Topless Bar.”  But while catching up on blog posts in The Agitator, one of the comments on this post pointed out the best headline ever

The Solution to the Jewish Salt Conspiracy

I’m finding so many stupid things believers do I was thinking of starting a separate blog – Things Atheists Didn’t Do – to list them.  But the last thing I need is another blog, so I’ve just made it a category on this one.

The only difference between Kosher salt and regular salt is the grind.  Kosher salt is coarser, which makes it better for dry rubs and other uses.  I use it to make fresh garlic paste.  Chop the garlic up as finely as possible, sprinkle kosher salt over it, and then mash it with the side of your knife to turn it into a paste.  Regular salt doesn’t work nearly as well.

Religiously, all pure salt is kosher.  Kosher salt gets its name from the practice of using it to process meat – its greater surface area lets it do a better job of drawing blood from meat.

But retired barber Joe Godlewski was upset about how many TV chiefs recommend kosher salt, so he’s countering it with Blessed Christian Salt.  It’s blessed by a priest, you see, so that makes it Christian.  (Kosher food isn’t blessed by anyone.  Kosher means it was examined by a Rabbi to make sure it was processed according to Jewish dietary laws.)  Joe says “This is about keeping Christianity in front of the public so that it doesn’t die.”  Because that’s such a big problem.

The salt is sold by The Ingredients Corporation of America, who spent approximately twelve seconds coming up with their business name.  The second line on their home page says “All our ingredients are Kosher Certified and FDA approved,” so anyone looking to avoid that nasty Jew salt is going to choke on the irony.

I wonder, if you put kosher salt in holy water, does it explode?

Greanpeace Gives Butt Wiping Lessons

This just in – using thick toilet paper is worse than driving a hummer or living in a huge house.  According to this article:

Future generations are going to look at the way we make toilet paper as one of the greatest excesses of our age.

Yeah, no question.  When examining all the troubles and excess of our age, historians will be concentrating on how we wiped our butts.

If tree-huggers want to sandpaper their anuses with recycled paper, more power to them.  I’d suggest they pick a brand that has big chunks of wood in it so they can feel even more smug and self-righteous.  But if they want to condemn me for using a more comfortable alternative, they are cordially invited to kiss my ass.  And out of deference to their concerns, I won’t use any toilet paper first.

Blood Witness Interview

I just did an interview about Blood Witness on the Not About Religion blog.  Check it out

The Rise and Fall of the Podcast Peer Awards

In 2006 there was only one podcast award.  It allowed anyone to vote on their favorite shows, once a day, for a month.  This guaranteed only the most popular shows with the biggest audiences could win.  I wanted an award with a different model, one that would give excellent but obscure shows a realistic chance of winning against the most popular podcasts.  No such contest existed, so I created one, The Podcast Peer Awards

Only podcasters were allowed to participate.  They could nominate as many shows as they liked, but only vote once for the winner in any category.  Contests were held twice a year, with rotating categories.  Over 500 podcasters signed up and participated. 

I figured that podcasts would become mainstream and the popularity of the PPA would grow along with them.  I figured wrong.  Podcasts have remained a niche.  A big niche, an important niche, but not nearly as popular with the general public as I expected.  Interest in the PPA peaked in 2007.  The  Fall 2007 awards ceremony at DragonCon played to a full house and people hung out afterward and partied.  Attendance at the Fall 2008 awards was sparse, and the room cleared immediately when they were done. 

It was obvious that the PPA had run its course, so I reluctantly decided to shut it down.  I explained this in an e-mail I sent to all 567 members.  Most people thanked me for doing them and wished me well in future endeavors.  Some lamented the awards passing.  Most agreed it was time to shut them down.  One message consisted entirely of a single sad emoticon. 

But one threw me. It said “I’m sorry for your loss.”  Huh? 

I’ve thrown myself into many large, time consuming projects.  Some succeeded, some failed.  When I succeeded I learned a little.  When I failed I learned a lot.

One of my biggest failures was Electric Avenue, a multi-line BBS I started in the mid 90’s.  It featured chat, forums, online games and 14 CD’s full of downloadable shareware and porn.  It grew to 21 lines and had 200 paying customers before the internet killed it. 

Home computers were becoming common.  The internet was on the horizon, and I figured people would use it for reseearch but still use BBSs for local socializing.  I completely missed the impact of browsers.  A dial-in ASCII BBS couldn’t compete with flaming spinning logos and the rise of the web. 

Over the four years it ran I lost about $18k, but that’s the cost of a single semester in a good college and it taught me far more.  I learned how to run 21 lines off a single 486 (and that sucker was fast.)  (The CDs fed off a second computer that was hooked to two 7-Disc CD changers.)  I convinced the phone company to rewire my entire village, because the eight lines I started with used up all their excess capacity.  I learned what kind of marketing worked, and what didn’t.  I fought a trademark lawsuit, unsuccessfully, with Montgomery Wards, who sued me because their shitty electronics department was named “Electric Avenue.” I learned that it doesn’t matter if you are completely in the right and the law is completely on your side when the other side has unlimited funds to harass you. 

Through it all, though, hundreds of friendships were formed.  There were meets and parties, sometimes several of them, every weekend.  There were at least three divorces, two marriages, and two babies born as a result of the place.  A lot of people got laid. 

It was a failure, but it was a glorious failure. 

In the early 90s I started an improv troupe with a friend.  We agreed to do it until it stopped being fun.  Another friend warned me about dealing with actors.  I figured it wouldn’t be a problem – I had been dealing with musicians for twenty years, including organizing several large music festivals.  He was right, I was wrong.  Far too many actors have huge but fragile egos, and dealing with them required a delicate finesse I didn’t have. Some were horribly unreliable and quit the moment something wasn’t to their liking.  Compared to actors, musicians are the most stable and reliable people in the world. 

The {Insert Something Funny} Players lasted for five years and three incarnations before the pain in the ass factor overcame the fun factor.  We played in small theaters with sparse audiences, in big theaters with packed houses, and college gigs all over the northeast.  We made a bit of money and had a great time.  We made thousands of people laugh until it hurt.  When the troupe finally broke up I’m sure some people considered it a failure, but I didn’t.  It had simply run its course. 

The Podcast Peer Awards failed, but I’m still glad I did them.  Just like Electric Avenue and the ISFP and other projects that have succeeded or failed, I made a lot of friends, learned a lot, and accomplished some good things.  What more can anyone ask for?  It was an adventure, and no adventure lasts forever.

Blood Witness – A Novel by Dave Hitt

I wanted to read a novel about a Jehovah’s Witness becoming a vampire.  JW’s are adverse to any kind of blood ingestion, so he’d have some trouble with that.  On the other hand, they believe Christ died on a stake, not a cross, so crucifixes wouldn’t bother him.   It would be even more interesting to contrast the horror of being trapped in a mind-numbing cult to the horror of  having to kill people, lots of people, to survive.  But no such novel existed.

So I wrote one.

Chris Anderson is a high school senior, a Jehovah’s Witness who has discovered a strange new power he can’t quite control.   Catharine Nightshade is one of the world’s oldest vampires, and she’s on the prowl for a new lover.  Together the two of them discover a threat that could result in the end of vampires everywhere, and change the world of man forever.  And the only solution is to break the One Law that binds them all.

Blood Witness is now available as a free podiobook at bloodwitness.com.  You can subscribe to it through iTunes or any podcatcher.  You can even listen to it directly on the site.  New episodes will be released every Wednesday.

When a vampire Jehovah’s Witness knocks on your door, don’t invite him in.