Atheism is the path to heaven. The process is twofold and requires minimal effort on the part of the atheist. The atheist spends their life denying the existence of god. The process of denying the existence of god keeps god in the forefront of the atheist's mind. Secondly, the atheist should go around telling all the zealots about how they're wrong and their imaginary friend does not exist. The religious folks will then pray for the atheist's immortal soul and when the atheist dies there will be a bunch of really good references on the atheist's spiritual resume.
The former comes from the brief Indian (Asian not American) parable about an atheist. He denied god throughout his life. Upon his death, god embraced him for keeping god in the forefront of his thoughts. One could achieve salvation and still remain true to their core beliefs.
Yet this quiz, which claims no legal liability for the ultimate fate of my soul, says I'm 100% a Unitarian Universalist, 93% a secular humanist, 91% a liberal Quaker, 81% a Theravada Buddhist, 80% a Neo-Pagan followed by nontheism and being a Taoist. In this case, Islam came in at a whopping 25%.
I am certain these tests are equally valid. These discrepancies only show that religion is so fucking abstract and subjective in nature. Religion is a fool's errand that has to be respected in order to maintain peace in modern society. Every follower of some religion is a short-fused powderkeg ignited by the slighest questioning of faith. Every religion looks good on paper, for example: Islam, but in practice it always goes against the grain of its dogma.
Now I'm curious as to what the first quiz means by Satanism. Kissing a goat's asshole while dancing around a raging bonfire while a full moon shines high overhead giving everyone a strange gleam where their bodies are covered in sacrificial blood? Are they referring to Anton LaVey's version of Satanism?
Enquiring minds want to know.
— George Bernard Shaw
I'm not surprised about the content of this dream since my life seems to be made up of work and sleeping with the occasional visit by raddidge.
I received an application that had someone's email address of PNseven@vens.com and upon further review the work information was incorrect or false. The telephone number to the job was a cellphone and I just marked it as a fraud, handed it in and picked up another application. There was another application, different information but that same email address. After some research, that information was wrong and I announced there's a bunch of frauders trying to get money. Plus something in the back of my head said one of the most senior processors was behind the fraud. I had no proof.
An aside, I don't know if I should be rooting for the frauders or Usury, Inc. because we're just as bad except our customers actually sign documents agreeing to our terms. I'll just stick with Usury, Inc. because that's where I make my money and I do hold truth and honesty as important virtues.
As I was going around the office showing everyone what to look for, I noticed one of the girls had taken off her shoes and socks. If that wasn't strange enough, her right foot was broad like a hobbit's foot and ended with three thick toes covered in coarse, dark hair.
Soon I was out of the office and visiting a library. Red lights were in every fixture. The library strongly reminded me of the library in my hometown. Near the back of the library I discovered a crevice. Within the crevice was a two inch tall person who had set up a little home. She kept inviting me to visit but I remained a giant to her proportions. I kept going back to that hole and talking through the crack.
Well Gross Cat came around to tease Spot. Later I went outside and saw that Gross Cat got to the little catnip plant. All that's left is a little sprig and dirt.
Poor little catnip plant.
Should raddidge happen to visit sometime on the weekend of April 9th then I reckon we'll go there for breakfast on Sunday morning.
According to this site there appears to be fewer than ten diners within Colorado's borders. I doubt there's any real diner culture made up of after hours folks eating and drinking until sunrise with the cops and stoners. This isn't a rib on Colorado, it's just different out here.
