May 27, 2013

dear friends,

i know i post a lot of criticism about religion. i understand that it may seem sensationalist, obsessive, and unnecessarily profuse. 
i’ve heard plenty of people ask, “why does it matter? let them believe what they want, it doesn’t hurt you.” i’ve even heard people broadly try to argue that it doesn’t “affect” me. 
to briefly diffuse this assertion: i’ve been back and forth about my father’s death- more aptly, his choice to die. after four weeks of being diagnosed, he was suffering through cancer, and found solace in the idea that he will live on after death. his chemotherapy doctor came up with an aggressive regiment of drugs that had the best possibility of reducing the cancer, mind you, pancreatic cancer has an extremely low survival rate. my father had done his research and found out that his chemo regiment (folfirinox) would reduce his red blood cells to the point that he’d need a blood transfusion, which was deemed unacceptable by his religion. he refused the treatment because he would refuse the transfusion. the doctor, having obligations to accept religious-based decisions, made it as clear as he could without being overtly damning that this was a poor decision, but that he respected it. he even went so far as to say that he respected some religious people based on the idea that they would die for their beliefs. 

my father made his choice, stopped treatment prematurely, and fell asleep until he died. i watched him say his goodbyes to his children, and we personally had that “last” conversation four times. he wasn’t sure that we’d ever “find” each other again, referencing my atheism. he wondered if he’d be looking for me forever, or i, him. he meant it. it negatively affected me. he was trying to live in this moment, but didn’t believe that this moment was really what it was- the last time we’d see each other. this moment was all i had left.  

religions sell a product, and that product is eternal salvation, and etc. terms. they don’t pay taxes for their sales, and their product never sells out. they use the profits to recruit more customers, and one form this process takes is lobbying in government. they broadly influence laws that affect entire populations of people who aren’t customers, and in fact are devoted to natural ways of life that inherently contradict the religion’s opinion of life. it negatively affects these people. they aren’t saying “if you don’t buy our product, we’ll go out of business.” they’re saying “if you don’t buy our product, you will suffer for an infinite amount of time.”
what we have is a financial force akin to, and many times larger than, any corporation with a product and strong will to sell this product. 

in any other context, this is broadly considered dangerous or unethical by the public, or anyone who isn’t a supporter of the company, corporation, etc., and that’s how we can make it easier to see why religion affects people in a noticeable way. not everyone supports this entity, and their influence spreads to not just the superficial aspects of our lives, but the most intimate and existential aspects. this creates a sense of infallibility. this creates the idea that going against their beliefs, their orthodoxies, the way they believe all of life should be lived, has dire consequences- but not at just one point in time- for ever, for eternity. this is a concept that we, as human beings, cannot fully grasp. and, history has shown, grasping unfathomable concepts can create fear, which induces a compromising of beliefs, and that’s one of the most powerful things that religion has harnessed. 

this is a photo i made of my father on april 9th 2013, a week before he died. i don’t normally take photos of people, or life events, but i felt it was important to document this. 

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August 23, 2012
motherjones:

inothernews:

Aaaaand this is what happens when a do-it-yourselfer tries to restore a 19th-century church fresco.

That myth of the amateur? Not a myth.


does this mean there’s a shortage of jesus paintings now? we’re doomed. i can just picture god, up on his cloud throne, doing nothing at all (resting/7th day), when he’s notified of this old woman’s shenanigans. "they say the road to hell is paved with good intentions, and honey, they were never more right."  

motherjones:

inothernews:

Aaaaand this is what happens when a do-it-yourselfer tries to restore a 19th-century church fresco.

That myth of the amateur? Not a myth.

does this mean there’s a shortage of jesus paintings now? we’re doomed. 
i can just picture god, up on his cloud throne, doing nothing at all (resting/7th day), when he’s notified of this old woman’s shenanigans. 
"they say the road to hell is paved with good intentions, and honey, they were never more right."  

August 14, 2012
fuckyeahtattoos:

i love pizza
done by mark at memorial tattoo in cabbage town. atlanta, ga

i can’t help but point out that “love dies” and “pizza is forever” and “i love pizza” cancel out the very reason this person got this tattoo. come on, people. use your fucking brain. or just settle for a tattoo that says “i don’t like tattoos because they last forever.” 

fuckyeahtattoos:

i love pizza

done by mark at memorial tattoo in cabbage town. atlanta, ga

i can’t help but point out that “love dies” and “pizza is forever” and “i love pizza” cancel out the very reason this person got this tattoo. 
come on, people. use your fucking brain. or just settle for a tattoo that says “i don’t like tattoos because they last forever.”
 

August 12, 2012
an ode to paul ryan:
your sad clown eyes-like lemons having been juiced,close upon themselves and excrete droplets of a sour naturewhich reflectthe circus light of your life,your public show-met by onlookerswith a grasp of reality a pity-filled guffawthat is comfortable falling on the ears of you-the sad clown, for you area joke, an entertainer,devoid of substanceand worth a laughall at once.  
-chet palter

an ode to paul ryan:

your sad clown eyes-
like lemons having been juiced,
close upon themselves
and excrete 
droplets of a sour nature
which reflect
the circus light of your life,
your public show-
met by onlookers
with a grasp of reality 
a pity-filled guffaw
that is comfortable falling
on the ears of you-
the sad clown, 
for you are
a joke, 
an entertainer,
devoid of substance
and worth a laugh
all at once. 
 

-chet palter

July 30, 2012
mrcharley45:

The L (Taken with Instagram)

back in 2006, when i was a train operator for the chicago transit authority, i operated on the green line for a bit. the green line runs through this intersection. funny story about this intersection- the CTA trains use 3rd rail power, and in intersections like this, there must be gaps in the rail so trains can pass through. power runs from the rails through “shoes” on the train, and supply the train with power. when the shoes go through these gaps, the train is essentially asking for power, and not receiving it. so when the shoe hits the rail again, it gets more power than expected. this can, and does, blow out a motor. i was passing through this intersection, heading south (this photo is looking north) when the motor on my head car blew out. i put my train in breaking mode, which, at higher speeds, uses the motors in reverse to slow the train. since my motor was blown, the friction brakes kicked in. they immediately started melting because of the friction, then the friction caused them to start on fire.as i pulled into roosevelt, the next stop, my train was smoking profusely. i opened all of the doors to let passengers out, grabbed the fire extinguisher, jumped out the door on the front of the train, and walked to the back of my head car, three stories above the street on elevated rail road ties. by the rear wheel block, there was thick black smoke and crackling sounds. i aimed the extinguisher, and drained it. the smoke receded into the sky, and the passengers and onlookers were constantly asking if i needed help, or if they should call the fire department. “no, it’s fine,” i’d say. i reached underneath the train and physically disabled the friction brakes to keep this from happening again, then hopped back on the front of the train the way i came. i pushed the door bell button, stuck my head out the window to check for anyone in the doorways, then closed them and went on to the next stop. making the radio call over the open airways to the call center, i reported that i cut out a “blue light,” a fire, and that “i was moving.” after a long pause, she replied “10-4, operator.” upon arriving at my terminal, my supervisor was standing in wait at the end of the platform. he raised his radio, to signal he was on short wave. i lifted mine from the train cab in response.  "did i hear you right? blue light and a fire?" "yes sir." "10-4, operator."  

mrcharley45:

The L (Taken with Instagram)

back in 2006, when i was a train operator for the chicago transit authority, i operated on the green line for a bit. the green line runs through this intersection. funny story about this intersection- 
the CTA trains use 3rd rail power, and in intersections like this, there must be gaps in the rail so trains can pass through. power runs from the rails through “shoes” on the train, and supply the train with power. when the shoes go through these gaps, the train is essentially asking for power, and not receiving it. so when the shoe hits the rail again, it gets more power than expected. this can, and does, blow out a motor. 
i was passing through this intersection, heading south (this photo is looking north) when the motor on my head car blew out. i put my train in breaking mode, which, at higher speeds, uses the motors in reverse to slow the train. since my motor was blown, the friction brakes kicked in. they immediately started melting because of the friction, then the friction caused them to start on fire.
as i pulled into roosevelt, the next stop, my train was smoking profusely. i opened all of the doors to let passengers out, grabbed the fire extinguisher, jumped out the door on the front of the train, and walked to the back of my head car, three stories above the street on elevated rail road ties. by the rear wheel block, there was thick black smoke and crackling sounds. i aimed the extinguisher, and drained it. the smoke receded into the sky, and the passengers and onlookers were constantly asking if i needed help, or if they should call the fire department. “no, it’s fine,” i’d say. i reached underneath the train and physically disabled the friction brakes to keep this from happening again, then hopped back on the front of the train the way i came. 
i pushed the door bell button, stuck my head out the window to check for anyone in the doorways, then closed them and went on to the next stop.
making the radio call over the open airways to the call center, i reported that i cut out a “blue light,” a fire, and that “i was moving.” 
after a long pause, she replied “10-4, operator.” 
upon arriving at my terminal, my supervisor was standing in wait at the end of the platform. he raised his radio, to signal he was on short wave. i lifted mine from the train cab in response.  
"did i hear you right? blue light and a fire?"
"yes sir."
"10-4, operator."  

(via solongdarling)

June 19, 2012
surgery.

get in a car you’ve never been in, and you’ll quickly try to figure out how it works.
pick up a flower, an insect, or a human being, try to figure out how it works, and you’re going against god’s will.
our innate desire to learn about things, to understand things, is not unique to man-made objects or even physical things.

June 9, 2012
'MURCA

i have the perfect idea for a film. 
it’s called- ‘MURCA: LANDA DUH’FREE. 
the opening scene consists of someone ordering a coffee at a starbucks.
"gimme a coffee." 
"ok here’s your coffee."
[the purchaser dumps the coffee on the floor] 
"hey you cain’t do that!"
"MURCA! LANDA DUH FREE! i can do whatever i want!"
"nuh uh you cain’t!"  
"don’t tell me how to live my life!"
"nuh uh! don’t YOU tell me how to live MY life!"
"nuh uh! don’t YOU tell me how to live MY life!"   
"nuh uh! don’t YOU tell me how to live MY life!"   
"nuh uh! don’t YOU tell me how to live MY life!"   
"nuh uh! don’t YOU tell me how to live MY life!"   
"nuh uh! don’t YOU tell me how to live MY life!"   
"nuh uh! don’t YOU tell me how to live MY life!"   
"nuh uh! don’t YOU tell me how to live MY life!"   
"nuh uh! don’t YOU tell me how to live MY life!"   
"nuh uh! don’t YOU tell me how to live MY life!"   
"nuh uh! don’t YOU tell me how to live MY life!"   
"nuh uh! don’t YOU tell me how to live MY life!"   
"nuh uh! don’t YOU tell me how to live MY life!"   
"nuh uh! don’t YOU tell me how to live MY life!"   
"nuh uh! don’t YOU tell me how to live MY life!"   
"nuh uh! don’t YOU tell me how to live MY life!"   
"nuh uh! don’t YOU tell me how to live MY life!"   
"nuh uh! don’t YOU tell me how to live MY life!"   
"nuh uh! don’t YOU tell me how to live MY life!"   
"nuh uh! don’t YOU tell me how to live MY life!"   
"nuh uh! don’t YOU tell me how to live MY life!"   
"nuh uh! don’t YOU tell me how to live MY life!"   
"nuh uh! don’t YOU tell me how to live MY life!"   
"nuh uh! don’t YOU tell me how to live MY life!"   
"nuh uh! don’t YOU tell me how to live MY life!"   
"nuh uh! don’t YOU tell me how to live MY life!"   
"nuh uh! don’t YOU tell me how to live MY life!"   
"nuh uh! don’t YOU tell me how to live MY life!"   
"nuh uh! don’t YOU tell me how to live MY life!"   
"nuh uh! don’t YOU tell me how to live MY life!"   
"nuh uh! don’t YOU tell me how to live MY life!"   
"nuh uh! don’t YOU tell me how to live MY life!"   
"nuh uh! don’t YOU tell me how to live MY life!"   
"nuh uh! don’t YOU tell me how to live MY life!"   
"nuh uh! don’t YOU tell me how to live MY life!"   
"nuh uh! don’t YOU tell me how to live MY life!"   

ROLL CREDITS.   

April 16, 2012
reuters:

The space shuttle Discovery is shown attached to a modified NASA 747 aircraft at Kennedy Space Center in Cape Canaveral, Florida April 16, 2012. Discovery is expected to be flown to its final home at the Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum Steven F. Udvar-Hazy Center in Chantilly, Virginia on April 17. [REUTERS/Joe Skipper]

mmhmm. this looks safe. 

reuters:

The space shuttle Discovery is shown attached to a modified NASA 747 aircraft at Kennedy Space Center in Cape Canaveral, Florida April 16, 2012. Discovery is expected to be flown to its final home at the Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum Steven F. Udvar-Hazy Center in Chantilly, Virginia on April 17. [REUTERS/Joe Skipper]

mmhmm. this looks safe. 

(via npr)

March 29, 2012
on march 27th, 2012, rick santorum was giving a speech in janesville, wisconsin, when he made the following statement: "we all know the candidate barack obama, what he was like- the anti-war government nig- uh, fff, uh, the america was a source for division around the world…" my sense of humor allows me to categorize all hate-speech as interchangeable.(full story about that: http://pardonmehard.tumblr.com/post/1154668768/animals-part-two)   

on march 27th, 2012, rick santorum was giving a speech in janesville, wisconsin, when he made the following statement: 
"we all know the candidate barack obama, what he was like- the anti-war government nig- uh, fff, uh, the america was a source for division around the world…"

my sense of humor allows me to categorize all hate-speech as interchangeable.
(full story about that: http://pardonmehard.tumblr.com/post/1154668768/animals-part-two)   

March 28, 2012
capri suns are forever ruined for pouty santorum. flag at half-mast, capri sun. 

capri suns are forever ruined for pouty santorum. flag at half-mast, capri sun. 

March 17, 2012

March 17, 2012
part of a recurring series i’m calling “pouty santorum,” which features rick santorum pouting about finding out things that we, as a society, learn in, or after, kindergarten.  

part of a recurring series i’m calling “pouty santorum,” which features rick santorum pouting about finding out things that we, as a society, learn in, or after, kindergarten. 
 

February 28, 2012
a frothy mixture of lube, fecal matter, and diarrhea of the rights

sometimes i think that there’s no possible way someone can be completely ignorant. and when i say completely ignorant, i mean completely and utterly. 
rick santorum seems to be under the impression that he’s not a part of an established society. but more possibly the truth- he’s misconstrued, like so many others, the meaning of our country’s “freedoms” to mean that he is “free to change” whatever he pleases about the constitution that our country was founded upon.
it’s kind of easy to be so stupid as to think this, really. it’s easy to think that the US is a country that would be open to changing things for whatever someone says works best, namely the president. santorum is under the impression that if he can get into office he’ll be able to draft and pass whatever he wants, which is obviously theocratic, christian law. since the 1950s, the US government has given its citizens the idea that it’s a “christian country,” and allowed, even persisted, this idea to flourish. the truth is that it’s not such, though it’s not obvious from the bibles in the courtroom, the love for god on our money, in our anthem, and in our pledge (til recently).   
the complete ignorance that i can’t believe exists in rick santorum is that, despite these few references to god, there is irrefutable evidence that turning this country into a theocracy is akin to treason. he claims to be an american, a republican, yet he wants his government’s (specifically his) hands and his religion in every american home, and body, quite literally speaking. any person in politics should understand that this is the complete opposite view of the united states of america, especially a presidential hopeful. his aspirations are extremely similar to those of countries he would likely despise and badmouth.
sometimes, i not only think that someone this ignorant can exist, but that perhaps this person exists for the sole purpose of arousing action in those whose views polarize his own. people like myself, namely. when threatened, apathy for that which is threatened ends. our government is supposed to protect our rights, no matter how unpopular the ways we chose to use them are. 
i understand that santorum has the right to say the things he’s saying, but he’s not an average citizen. he’s quite possibly a contender for the most powerful position in our country, and he has no idea what this country was founded for. a great part of its inception was to escape religious persecution, and he’s outright admitting that he wants to religiously persecute its citizens if put into office.
how would he even be allowed to run for this office with such anti-american claims?  

February 20, 2012

February 15, 2012

superior officer: down. 
energy crisis: solved.
i’m not your best friend: anymore.
energy crisis: solved.

by team evil, of portland, oregon.  

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