Jesus is My Co-Voter

Why do you suppose we have the secret ballot?

The answer is something most of us understand instinctively. In the one vital moment when a citizen gets to express his/her own individual political opinion, no one – not mom and dad, not your wife or husband, not your boss, not the local sheriff, not stern-faced community or union leaders, not your well-meaning neighbor – gets to loom over your shoulder and help you vote “right.”

The principle is enshrined in election law all over the world. Here in the U.S., various measures prevent overt campaigning within a certain distance – as much as 300 feet in some places, the length of a football field – of the polling place. Not only can you not stand outside the door and hector people entering, in many places you can’t even wear your own quiet campaign buttons as you go in to vote.

It’s really an issue of freedom, isn’t it? On the theory that every woman and man has the right to wrestle with their own political conscience and vote their heartfelt private values, we protect from outside influence those final moments prior to voting.

Except when we don’t. Continue reading “Jesus is My Co-Voter”

Bibles! Innn! Spaaaaace!

Got an extra 5 grand? You could start the bidding on

the first ever “lunar Bible” — a little square sheet of microfilm, just an inch and a half on a side, carried to the lunar surface by astronaut Edgar Mitchell on Apollo 14 in February 1971.

It doesn’t seem to have a lot of holy power, seeing as how it barely made it to the moon. Its Holy Author first allowed a mistake on Apollo 12, leaving it in the orbiter rather than causing it to go to the actual moon, then allowed the catastrophe on Apollo 13, only getting it right the third time, with Apollo 14.

But hey! Bible. Moon. Wowsers! Wotta prize!

I’d feel better about the auction if the money was going to an actual astronaut, or the space program.

The really bad part is that you can only read the Looney Bible if you have Jesus’ microscopic super-vision.

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Weird. There’s also this.

Fearsome creatures

I take pictures, did you know? Sometimes it’s just scenery, sometimes events with people in them.

But sometimes it’s scary things. It’s fairly woodsy here in upstate New York, and though I know most people from outside the state picture wall-to-wall cities, parts of it are actually pretty wild. I know you’ll find this hard to believe, but the state has some pretty big predators.

Living as I do on the edge of the wilds, I get to see them sometimes. Usually they’re safely distant, but just a few evenings ago, one of them came up INTO MY YARD. Right outside my window, in fact, in broad daylight!

I was lucky to have my camera. Picture after the fold.

(Click the pic to go to the source, which is on Flickr.)

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[ Note: I just want to make sure newcomers are familiar with the way to get to the rest of these “folded” posts, here and elsewhere on the FreeThought Blogs site. Click on the “Read More” link on the lower right, just below this sentence. ]

Continue reading “Fearsome creatures”

What? ANOTHER atheist book? Jeezus.

Inevitably, I have to talk about my book.

Most books on the subject address the WHY of atheism, this one deals with the HOW.  How to be, how to think, like an atheist.

Here’s a chapter on the subject of morality: Good Without Gods

More about the book here, and several nice reviews on the Amazon page.

(And yes, that’s me on the cover, riding the bull. Badly.)

Published late last year, it’s been pretty well received.

Greta Christina (!) reviewed it warmly:

For anyone — believer or atheist — who thinks atheism is only for a formally educated elite because the hoi polloi ‘need’ religion, this book is absolutely mandatory. Knock that idea out of your head right now — Hank Fox is as passionate and unapologetic about his atheism as Richard Dawkins. And his writing is smart, clear, straightforward, and often drop-dead funny. Red Neck, Blue Collar, Atheist is a pleasure and a page-turner: I got lots of good new ideas from it, and new ways of looking at well-traveled godless terrain. Bravo.

There’s even a sales-pitchy YouTube video. About the video … ahem. In my defense I can only say:

It seemed like a good idea at the time.

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pm6yDUMnPgE

Launch Day: Welcome!

If you’re new to FreeThought Blogs, welcome!

If you’re new to Blue Collar Atheist, or to my writing, a double welcome!

Probably I should tell you something about me.

The Blogging Part

I’ve been at it for a bit, both as a blog reader and writer. I won the second-ever  Molly Award at PZ Myers’ Pharyngula (actually I was one of two people that month) for blog commentary, and was called a “master of metaphor” — along with less flattering names — along the way.

Fortunately or unfortunately, I usually write long. Whatever subject comes up, I want to explore it completely and explain it carefully, and the brief quip doesn’t work for me. What that means is that you probably won’t see the 5-posts-a-day that some bloggers manage (cough*PZMyersEdBrayton*cough), but I hope you’ll find worth reading the ones I do write.

For some of my characteristic posts, try these:
Kitten, Cat or Tiger – Part 1
Kitten, Cat or Tiger – Part 2
Kitten, Cat or Tiger – Part 3
Kitten, Cat or Tiger – Part 4

The Blue Collar Part Continue reading “Launch Day: Welcome!”

180 Degrees: Pastor Mike

PZ has a post about Pastor Mike’s plan to create a database of “known” atheists, and a really disgusting plan it is.

That someone could come up with such a thing, and then broadcast it into the public sphere, shows a breathtaking unawareness both of history and of the consequences of one’s actions in the real world.

The idea is both incredibly ugly and yet so blithely inept in concept that I imagine we have nothing to fear from it. But we DO have to point out — yet again, to those unaware of history — that nothing of the sort can be permitted. And that even proposing it, however idly, shows a meanness of spirit viciously at odds with civil society. Continue reading “180 Degrees: Pastor Mike”

Post Irene … I Hope

Tree down on my street / Schenectady, NY

Ohmygod it was hell! Nine and a half hours without power. I had to write BY HAND! With a PENCIL! On PAPER!! And communicate with people with my VOICE!!!

We were practically a third world country there for a while.

Seriously: Hope everyone weathered the storm (or continues to weather it), wherever you are, or at least thinks/thought kind thoughts of us here on the East Coast.

The sum total of the damage at my house is a couple of large limbs down in the yard. I had a little bit of an adventure this morning when I went over to check on a friend at his plant nursery. I ended up holding down the end of a sheet-plastic greenhouse the wind was threatening to send off like a hot air balloon, while he frantically stapled and roped and weighted.

If you haven’t already seen this much-copied joke, here’s something from Facebook: Continue reading “Post Irene … I Hope”

The Perils of Irene

For days I’ve been watching the coverage of Hurricane Irene.

Right now I’m looking at a NASA image taken yesterday, clearly showing the storm snuggled up to the east coast of the U.S.

I think you have to make a conscious effort to step outside yourself occasionally, so you’ll know how lucky you are. In this case, I’m stepping outside by looking at this picture taken from 22,300 miles above the earth and transmitted to us by the NOAA GOES-13 satellite.

For those of you on other continents (or other coasts) who have been missing the breathless coverage of this incoming storm, we’re all in panic mode on the East Coast, with those of us in New York expecting to have the storm smash into us on Sunday. We’ve been buying plywood and tarps, collecting together survival supplies like water and food and flashlights, filling our tanks so we can flee westward, and staying glued to the TV from whence the breathless reporting springs. Continue reading “The Perils of Irene”

Kitten, Cat or Tiger — Part 4

[Start with Part 1, or go back to Part 2 or Part 3]KitCatTiger

Okay, if war’s not your thing, how about this:

Did you know there’s a safe and easy way to prevent teen pregnancy? A way to lower the number of abortions?

It’s just this: Provide sex education. Make condoms and contraceptives available. Give teens the facts and the tools to accomplish the early-life goal of not getting pregnant.

If you tell teens where babies come from, and let them know that unexpected mommyhood and daddyhood will put a serious crimp in all those wild, youthful plans for being a jet-setting supermodel, or a motorcycle-riding vagabond off to see America, and then tell them how to prevent babies until they’re consciously READY to be mommies and daddies, they will tend, statistically, to make a greater percentage of informed, wise decisions on potential pregnancy. And have fewer abortions.

Is that a no-brainer? Well, shit YEAH.

But among the rankest foes of abortion in the U.S., that faction of conservative Christians who also drive around with bumper stickers that read “It’s a Child, Not a Choice!” and “You Can’t Be Both Pro-Abortion and Catholic” you will find virtually zero in equally fervent favor of the three best techniques — condoms, contraceptives and sex education — for achieving that goal.

Crazy.

And if it’s not war and abortion, here’s religion itself:

Harold Camping, leader of Christian broadcast ministry Family Radio Worldwide, calculated not long back that the world would end on May 21, 2011.

What can I say? This guy is so looney tunes that Warner Brothers should sue him for copyright infringement. Some of his followers couldn’t be satisfied with a simple bumper sticker.

The point of all this is that there’s a level of crazy built into our culture, and it appears to spring directly from the fact that we’re TRAINED to be crazy. To think in an irrational manner, and believe unbelievable things.

This isn’t some cultural accident, or just simple holdover ignorance from the time when we were flea-scratching upright beasts.

This is organized. This is deliberate. There is, in our society, an established, streamlined, all-pervasive and aggressive-as-hell institution – actually a collection of institutions – hell-bent on spreading the crazy.

We live in a society that features a Crazy School.

And Crazy School doesn’t just teach its own curriculum, it works to un-teach everything else — to squash all questions, all doubts, all competitors for the public podium.

This one institution – and it has no rivals in this mission, not anywhere in earth culture – is religion.

Not religion the fluffy kitten. Not religion the friendly cat that just occasionally scratches.

But religion the tiger, with its historically obvious teeth and claws: Lies, intimidation, subjugation, suppression, terror, torture, murder and war.

A tiger that is still with us, and has, as its fierce main mission, to get us to believe things that are unprovable, unsupportable, undefendable … but that somehow MUST be believed, supported and defended.

To believe the unprovable, unsupportable, indefensible is somehow the greatest of virtues. To doubt it is the vilest and most horrible of sins — a mortal threat to our own immortal souls.

Teach THAT to a whole people, for all of their history, and you create not just craziness for the individual, but profound misery, vast pain and ugliness, for hapless generations.

But the weird sort of reverse-miracle attendant on the whole thing is that the craziness is almost completely invisible to the people being crushed under it.

As long as everybody stays crazy, as long as you kill or discredit anyone who begins to edge toward sanity, the crazy can stay clamped down for lifetime after lifetime. For hundreds of years, thousands of years.

And so it has.

Occasional bright sparks of sanity have given us science, technology, medicine, reason itself. But those sparks, like diamonds in mud, still exist in a matrix of crazy that pervades, opposes or perverts just about every advance toward greater sanity.

Such that the technological wonders gifted to us by the sanity-sparks of science — radio, TV, computers, the web — are used as tools to spread the crazy.

Such that we can build landmines to blow the legs off children, and sleep well at night.

Such that the freedom to NOT have children is opposed by powerful voices right now, today, at the highest levels of American government.

Such that every major disaster in the world is followed by instantly-televised religious voices both blaming the victims and using the human horror as a sales pitch to grow more religion, more craziness.

Such that there are large numbers of us who accept that the world is ending soon, and that this is a GOOD thing, much to be desired.

Such that there are world-scale problems — population, for instance — that cannot even be spoken of in a public forum, without being shouted down by a ready chorus of crazies. “Why do you hate babies?? Why do you want humans to become extinct??”

And such that the spreading and consuming of this deadly craziness is seen – by most of us, still – as the most staunchly and violently defended HUMAN RIGHT.

And THAT, excuse me, is just plain nuts.

Bloomberg: No Godders at 9/11 Service

If you ever feel, as an atheist or secularist, that we’re not making headway, and are maybe even losing ground against the forces of religion, remember this:

New York City Mayor Michael Bloomberg announced yesterday that the 10th anniversary memorial ceremony of the 9/11 terror attacks on the Twin Towers will include no clergy.

This is major. An event that has been used and abused by various religious hucksters for the past decade will deliberately disinclude — on its 10th Anniversary — the speakers and pitchmen for the gods.

The reasoning behind Mayor Bloomberg’s  decision is that there’s no way to include ALL segments of the religious community — to be fair to everybody and to refrain from making one group or another feel left out — and that is a fantastic argument for doing it this way. Continue reading “Bloomberg: No Godders at 9/11 Service”