Check this story out:
It's a little dated, but it's a stark reminder of how small and petty some people can be. How can a religion claim to espouse unconditional love and tolerance, just to belittle and intimidate a teenage girl for what she doesn't believe?
It's stupid, and so is religion.
Friday, June 6, 2008
Thursday, June 5, 2008
David Takes On: The Best Show On Television Today
Ladies and gentlemen:
I give you Metalocalypse.
I could spout on and on about how much I love this show. It's grotesque. It's hilarious. It's an amalgamation of everything metal. Pick up the DVDs, or download an episode or two on iTunes. You will not be disappointed.
Monday, June 2, 2008
David Takes On: Death
Death.
It's going to happen to you. Whether you like it or not, you, and everyone you've ever known and loved, is going to die.
It's not so much that we die, but how we die I think is what scares us the most.
The reason I mention this is because my grandmother is dying. I am watching her waste away before my eyes. She has cancer. It started in her breast, moved to her bones, and finally metastasized and spread to her lungs, liver, and kidneys. Her liver is shutting down. She's jaundiced. She is a pale shadow of her former exuberant self. It's made me think a lot about why we die, and when, and how.
I don't think it hurts to die, per se. It hurts a lot more to live. Grandma is comfortable, at least. She's on medication for any pain she has. And of these days very soon, she is going to fall asleep, and she won't wake up.
I've often wondered what happens we die. Anyone who ascribes to any major religion believes in an afterlife. Christians, Jews, and Muslims all have a heaven to go to, whether it's inhabited by the savior, your ancestors, or 72 Virginians (I still think Robin Williams had it right when he said that's what await martyrs in heaven... at least, that's what I like to think). But I think it's a lot more simple than that. Try to think back to before you were born. Back beyond your earliest memory. There's nothing there, is there? There's nothing to remember. And that's what I think death is like. It is literally nothing. It's not an infinite blackness, it's no paradise, there's no purgatory or limbo or hell or zombies to worry about. To fear death is to fear nothing. Because death is nothing.
So I'd like to reiterate this from an earlier post: be good to one another, because life is far too precious not to.
Consider yourself taken on, Death.
It's going to happen to you. Whether you like it or not, you, and everyone you've ever known and loved, is going to die.
It's not so much that we die, but how we die I think is what scares us the most.
The reason I mention this is because my grandmother is dying. I am watching her waste away before my eyes. She has cancer. It started in her breast, moved to her bones, and finally metastasized and spread to her lungs, liver, and kidneys. Her liver is shutting down. She's jaundiced. She is a pale shadow of her former exuberant self. It's made me think a lot about why we die, and when, and how.
I don't think it hurts to die, per se. It hurts a lot more to live. Grandma is comfortable, at least. She's on medication for any pain she has. And of these days very soon, she is going to fall asleep, and she won't wake up.
I've often wondered what happens we die. Anyone who ascribes to any major religion believes in an afterlife. Christians, Jews, and Muslims all have a heaven to go to, whether it's inhabited by the savior, your ancestors, or 72 Virginians (I still think Robin Williams had it right when he said that's what await martyrs in heaven... at least, that's what I like to think). But I think it's a lot more simple than that. Try to think back to before you were born. Back beyond your earliest memory. There's nothing there, is there? There's nothing to remember. And that's what I think death is like. It is literally nothing. It's not an infinite blackness, it's no paradise, there's no purgatory or limbo or hell or zombies to worry about. To fear death is to fear nothing. Because death is nothing.
So I'd like to reiterate this from an earlier post: be good to one another, because life is far too precious not to.
Consider yourself taken on, Death.
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