What is the basis of truth and judgment if God does not exist? Can there be ultimate truth if there is not an ultimate authority on what is true? If human beings are the most advanced being in existence, are we the closest thing to that “ultimate authority”? If so, which of us decides what is true and what is false? Is it the person with the highest IQ? Is it the majority or the most impressive minority? Given human weakness seen in errors, mistakes, and self-deception, can we trust the authorities we elect? Can we trust that election in the first place?

Nihilism is the only honest end of atheism. An atheist who claims that there is meaning in life, in existence, is avoiding the ultimate end of their arguments – there is no meaning or purpose to life. We simply exist. We come from natural means and we go into nothingness and nothing inbetween matters. The defense of life, rights, and “good” are foolishness unless one rejects humans as the ultimate authority on what is truth.

If truth remains subjective, relative, and bound to human definition it will remain an ever-shifting thing and therefore empty of any true meaning. Truth will become as valuable as gold. Gold is just a shiny metal. We say it has value so it has value. What is the difference between flowers and weeds? Only definition. We value flowers and we despise weeds. They are colorful plants with a pleasant scent – big deal. To some the difference between flowers and weeds would be a big deal. But if humans are the ultimate authority who is to say which stance is correct?

The sun exists. Nobody (credible) would deny the existence of the sun. But this truth is empty of value. When it comes to values, it is all a matter of opinion unless there is an ultimate opinion to appeal to. Otherwise we can all argue until we die and it will not matter. It will not even qualify as wasted time as all time is a waste – nothing you do will change anything or truly matter…unless God exists.

On what basis does the atheist judge? His/her own judgment? Laughable. By their own arguments I can disregard what they say. If they are right, my ignorance is empty of detriment. I will still die and become nothing. My ignorance might even make me happier as I will continue to live believing what I do has meaning.

And so I laugh at those who turn up their noses at “those ignorant zealouts” because their own beliefs prove that they are fools. It is empty. Why are you angry? If you are right then Christians, Muslims, etc can say whatever they want and nothing will come of it. Why argue with them? It changes nothing. If you enjoy feeling superior and exhibiting your intelligence try exercising some restraint and simply ignore their meaningless prattle. You are going to die, they are going to die, everyone is going to die – and then nothing.

So shut up or get religion.

So many things I could launch into mulling over…

There’s a “patriotic” music cd being advertised on tv – I don’t think it’s supposed to make me wanna burn all of America to the ground. Maybe it’s the lame lyrics, the lack of wit, or music that would make most church bands look like rockstars…

Is it ironic that a lack of batteries and some poorly poured cement have caused an ecological disaster? The other day I needed batteries and almost all the cement in the Chicagoland area is poorly mixed and poured and yet I didn’t get any oil! I blame science.

I hate you, science.

I have no idea what science has to do with my lack of crude oil but I’m sure it’s involved. It’s probably laughing at me right now while tying a woman to a train track – I’m jealous of his killer mustache! DOUBLE MEANING BONUS!!!

It’s about 3am and I’m a) not tired and b) too hot to sleep. This saddens me as I am bored. I’ve heard that there are only boring people but whoever said that was obviously entertained by the sound of his/her voice. It was probably said by science – I hear it’s a jerk.

I’m starting that rumor – science is a jerk!

Al Gore loves science – that’s why he’s so worried about Polar Bears drowning. Science, being a jerk, makes it so Polar Bears, who can usually swim, drown when Al Gore says they can’t swim.

You don’t have to outrun the bear, you only have to convince Al Gore to make up a death for the bear to experience.

Question: Should a man be executed for painting his house canary yellow?

Hey, I managed to avoid talking about serious topics like depression and atheism! Meh.

Those of us living in the United States are both blessed and cursed with an incompetent government. The curse is obvious so let’s skip to the blessing – they’re too incompetent to be effectively evil. Their ability to do wrong is practically cartoonish. The only thing they’re good at is lying.

I’m still proud of my country though. This is my ship and I’ll sink with her.

I believe my fondness of history has to something to do my morbid interest in horror and apocalyptic literature. There is something I find fascinating about total destruction – possibly because it is the antithesis of what I desire. I am an idealist at heart and a realist in mind. The realist coldly calculates and analyzes disasters. Detachment defends against the pain of seeing the ideal trampled down.

I was watching a film about Ghandi with my classmates and one of them began to sob. We were watching a section about the British gunning down men, women, and children (over a thousand of them) in cold blood. The classmate in question is from India so I’m sure it’s more real to him. His father also marched with Ghandi so it would be more personal to him.

Crying makes me uncomfortable but his tears made me think. How callous am I? Shouldn’t we all weep when we witness cruelty and brutality? My classmate’s heart is still tender and full. I was raised not to cry. I was raised to be hard to violence and ready to use it (properly). Being raised to love the military has never bothered me. What saddens me is that our military is very, very necessary.

The existence of evil should be mourned and fought against – both require strong hearts. Bleeding hearts die out. Beating hearts contain the potential for furious power and the clarity of calm.

And here is where I should launch into a discussion of how the brain is supported by the heart and vice versa but my laptop is burning a hole in my leg sooooo…

Night All

Bored and hot. My parents are cheap so the AC barely runs. In their defense, they’re paying the bills and they don’t have a furnace built into their torsos…for some reason I came with a furnace. Whilst other newborns were wrapped in two blankets my crib had a special noticed taped to it: “Hot baby – one blanket.” One blanket was probably too much but whatever – heatstroke is awesome.

My parents’ idea of “cool” is upper 70′s despite having lived in IL for over a decade. They like it hot and I wear flipflops and shorts throughout the winter. I should probably focus on the blessing of having any AC given the increasingly humid summers in IL.

I’m not entirely sure why I’ve returned to Xanga. Bitterness leads me to believe that having a blog that offers anything but entertainment is pointless – most people have already made up their minds. Beyond offering laughs or new info, I don’t feel like I’m contributing anything. The world seems bent on destroying itself and I’m sick of screaming at the blind to turn away from the precipice. “Shut your face – I know what I’m doing!” *falls over cliff edge*

Now that I’m no longer too depressed to care, I’m back to enjoying the frustration of caring and being unable to change anything. I apologize to any who are offended but the feeling this creates in me is “fuck it.” Generally speaking, I’m a “give them a second chance” kind of guy. I’m not sure if that comes across here because usually I’m frustrated to the point of cursing by the time I open my mouth/begin typing.

It’s like herding cats on cocaine.

Mexico has harsher immigration laws than Arizona but their President is applauded by Congress, our “representatives”, for wagging his finger at our “racist” and “discriminatory” laws.

The oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico would truly be a disaster if Bush were still in the White House. W was truly an evil man suckled at the tit of Big Oil. Obama, despite being surrounded by just as many rich elitists, only has our good in mind. He is our lord and savior. All hail Robert Gibbs the Hypnotoad.

Emphasis heavily placed on “toad”.

Chicago continues to be a shining example of what Gun Control can do – it certainly isn’t one of the most violent cities in America. Nor is it corrupt. It’s a magical land of fairness where unicorns complete road construction in seconds rather than months, the Koala Mob fills the government with rainbow money, and fairies roam hither and thither snuffing out injustices and enforcing a political correctness that doesn’t disgust the logical mind.

BP is doing an amazing job sucking. The only people capable of screwing this up any more than they have is the Feds. All of that to say the Gulf of Mexico is screwed…LITERALLY.

For those of you questioning my use of literally in the previous sentence, please know that I only placed it there to annoy a friend.

For those of you questioning how friendly we are when I’d go out of my way to annoy, please know that I literally ride the wind and sparkle like a pony. Reread that sentence until your eyes LITERALLY BLEED. I’ll mention now that people using “literally” incorrectly or too often pisses her off, tee-hee, literally.

I am a devil in a figurative sense. Impish and dancing amongst the flames.

I can’t wait till we’re a ineffective as Europe! Won’t it be exciting to enjoy the same socialist principles that led to the USSR winning the Cold War and crushing those Capitalist dogs in America? I hope Big Brother makes a law where everyone hugs five times a day – I NEED HUMAN CONTACT.