Whiskey Tango Foxtrot

Most of the traffic on this blog is from perverts and porn searches. Where the hell did it all go wrong? Discussing sexuality and wanking in a movie review I suppose. fml

All that and a bag of cookies

So  was reading the friendly atheist and came across this post.

Can we say instantly pissed off? Who the fuck WOULD want their cookie?! They come in denying human rights that all heteronormative people enjoy and their consolation prize to offset denying them spending their life with their partner the way they want to is to offer them tokens of love in the form of COOKIES?! Are. you. fucking. KIDDING. me?!

I got nothing. This is as stupid as it gets.

You still come here? Maybe I should too…

Well hi. Been a long time… again. I lost some of my vitriol against my former faith… but lately I have run up against it more frequently and have been forming some posts in my head. I will work on them soon and update the site. I remember when I made this that I had wanted to cover religion and permaculture, self sustainability, parenting, etc and it’s only just been about my walk away from Christianity.


But! In the mean time enjoy Tim Minchins Christmas Song. I love it and listen to it several times a week.



And while you’re following links that I direct you to, check out what has been happening on The Bloggess. It’ll make your heart swell and eyes possibly tear up 😀


If I don’t blog before Christmas, may it be Merry and if you celebrate Winter Solstice like us, enjoy – the suns on it’s way back and that’s a good enough reason for me to celebrate!

Science Saved My Soul

Yes. Yes it did.

Once before I tired to explain how and why I had lost my faith. It was long, convoluted and confusing to say the least. Here is a summation. The questions started when I realized the cognitive dissonance required to condemn gays to a life of loneliness. When that standard was placed on me as a divorced woman, that I had to now spend my life alone, I realized just how unacceptable it was that I stood by passively while the faith I adhered to touted this exact message to the millions of gay people, or otherwise “non-normative” people. That started the questions. The above video beautiful explanation of the conclusion I came to and I wish I’d come across it earlier.

So I have no idea who reads this blog or subscribes but I have to admit that due to life imploding in various different directions at once, I forgot about it lol. Sorry about that. BUT! Back now and how about a video? A video about SCIENCE and RELIGION! Oh yes. Also, they call me a Prossibilian ^_^


David Eagleman on Possibilianism from PopTech on Vimeo.


Do you guys know the Naked Pastor? I’ve been following him for over a year now. I love what he says about his faith both positively and negatively. And to be brutally honest, someone who can address the epically shit side of the faith has a healing effect on me. It’s acknowledgment & validation that even those from within the system can see the brutal realities of the havoc it can wreak. ❤ Naked Pastor. His honesty heals.

Prayer: Take credit for outcomes without lifting a finger!

We were discussing how nice it is to finally be in a healthy relationship. How well it had fallen into place with little friction. How dreams I have been talking about for years are finally coming to fruition. After a thoughtful pause he continued with: “Yanno what I don’t get? All this stuff is working out for you and you’re not even following God anymore!” I wasn’t quite sure how to respond so something along the lines of “I know, hey?” Came out of my mouth. Then the kicker. “It must be all the praying I am doing for you!”

I’m sorry, did he even THINK before you blurted that retarded self congratulatory comment out at me? It must be all that praying he was doing for me? So him sitting on his ass mentally considering my situation and discussing it with his deity while doing absolutely nothing in the physical material world to actually help me make my dreams come true somehow explains my success as of late. Couldn’t possibly be that I simply worked my ass off? No, no it MUST be prayer! I am so glad I now know the key to my success.

Which leads me to ranting about the ego stroking, credit taking, responsibility sherking bullshit that so often accompanies prayer. Should I first put a disclaimer in that in general I think the concept of prayer/meditation on anothers behalf can be incredibly potent, positive and uplifting? Probably not, but I will anyway so no one can accuse me of thinking the general idea is BS. Positive mental energies are never a waste of time.

However, there are aspects of prayer that infuriate me. Like the people who, whether out loud or in their own minds, congratulate themselves on a positive outcome in a situation because THEY prayed and somehow their prayer got through to  the ear of God. Or the jackasses who take the credit altogether because they prayed – “I knew it would turn out this way, I’ve been praying so hard!”. Ooooor the assholes who absolutely sherk any responsibility for responding to real life needs with real life assistance and instead think sending some prayer in the direction of the problem is a solution in and of itself. Yes, because Prayer is what found the cures for numerous diseases, and prayer is how crops get planted and prayer is how battered spouses find a way out of abusive marriages and have shelters to seek refuge in and prayer is how your child miraculously gets good grades. It has NOTHING to do with hard work, long hours, sacrifice and human strength or resilience.

I found it incredibly insulting how someone could take the credit for my hard work over the last three years and attribute it to praying to his God who I don’t even believe in. And no, it is not ok that that’s just their belief system and everything and anything good comes from their God in their opinion. If that’s the case keep your fucking opinion to yourself. Or yanno, I can start pointing out all the uber shitty things that happens in these peoples lives and be like, so… your God allowed that hey? Huh – seems kind of…uncaring? Sadistic? Cruel? But you know the response is going to be either that the Lord is testing them or that it isn’t God but Satan. Yes. Satan. Horns and all.

If a hell of a lot more people would, along side their prayers, get off their asses and get involved in the world that is going on around them just maybe the world would be a better place. I mean obviously not everyone can get involved in everything, but chugging along in ones vapid religious life with all their incredible first world luxuries that the majority of the world can’t even imagine and somehow thinking that their prayers uttered between their Egyptian cotton sheets is somehow going to make an iota of a difference in any situation from Darfur to their friends financial crisis when it isn’t followed by some kind of positive action has got to be one of the most offensive aspects of Religion for me these days.

I know! I’ll pray that these types of people see the folly of their ways and turn from them to a more productive & beneficial way of helping others – by actually DOING something.

A taste of the utter horseshit people used to rave about…

Back in the day I posted about a dream I had the night before. I got a bunch of comments that God was trying to tell me something and one of my best friends, already out of the agnostic closet, questioned how he knew it was God, how he knew it was HIS God and so on and so forth.

Eventually the whole thread took a random turn to Laminin. He expounding on the amazingness of Laminin and her shitting herself over his abject stupidity and obliviousness to what was actually happening in their discussion (she was utterly mocking him).

I had heard of Laminin before from a christian friend whose daughter showed me the following video. No word of a lie, as I watched in abject intellectual horror I was oblivious to the fact that they were bawling behind me with gratitude that Jesus held them together in the palm of his hand. I sat there debating whether to burst their bubble with the explanation that it was a molecular diagram and in the end decided it wasn’t worth the debate/discussion/being hoofed out of the house for mocking their faith.

This is the picture in question that got SO many people I knew riled up with adoration for the Lord who holds them together with a representation of a cross:


While discussing this with a friend of mine he linked me to the following picture:

And said, “that’s a potassium channel molecule. looks like a swastika to me – god hates the jews”

“That’s enough evidence for me; the chemical structures in my brain are pre-wired to make me anti-semitic.I don’t see how it’s possible that a molecular structure could possibly take this shape without some kind of divine providence.”

ZOMG GASP! No not really – because it just goes to show how utterly ridiculous these Laminin videos are and how emotionally manipulative they manage to be. Sometimes you can only show how ridiculous it is by taking the utter opposite stance. I have linked the video below – what it and decide for yourself the level of emotional manipulation. Oh and utter HORSESHIT. *Eyeroll*. Just goes to show people can find meaning for their live in almost everything and how hard wired it is in us to justify our existence.

So it wasn’t ALL bad…

I realize I can be incredibly negative about Christianity. Actually much of the time lately I have white hot unmitigated rage… I chalk it up to transitioning out of a faith that I literally dedicated ten years of my life to. Recently my partner mentioned how he found it fascinating that it didn’t just slip into the background now that I was out of it. The reason why is because it was such an incredibly intricate part of my life. It literally effected every day, who I was friends with, who I wasn’t, how I spent my time, what I read, what I researched, how I reacted to EVERYTHING around me, etc. It’s really hard to just accept that something which was that big a part of your life is now gone, and not just gone… now considered something you were deceived by. It isn’t easy letting go and moving on.

But it wasn’t ALL bad. Even though it grates a little to admit that lol. So I’ll post on a positive, one that has stayed with me. I was thinking about it this morning and I realized there ARE some good things I learned lol.

In Christianese there is this thing called “building someone up”. As is building someone up in the Lord, or building someone up in the faith, etc. Basically the gist of it is encouraging someone. Actively pointing out their strengths and encouraging them so that you build up their confidence in that area, encouraging them to step outside their comfort zone and giving them confidence, etc.

I still think it’s a lovely concept and one I regularly still practice in a non-religious kind of way. It has such a profound affect to build someone up as opposed to tearing someone down. I also find if you do this regularly the persons reaction is beautiful. New found confidence, acknowledgment of something that are good at in life instead of focusing on what they aren’t, the pleasure they find in being not just seen but seen well and if really lucky, a release of guilt and shame and low self esteem.

I actually do this most often now without even realizing. It started with always making sure, no matter what our last encounter was like, that I told the people I love that I love them before saying good bye or good night or whatever. No matter what. And also randomly throughout the day. They should always know I love them. Then I realized I would be thinking something lovely about them and wouldn’t say it – but whenever a frustration came up or an argument it is too easy to fling negativity at each other. That’s shit. So now when a lovely thought pops into my head I blurt it right out. “Yanno what I love about you? You do _____________ and I really love it because ________________ . You should see peoples face light up. Or that little surprised smirk of pleasure.

That’s just a natural thing I do and even at that I want to do it more often. But I must credit Christianity for teaching me to actively “building people up”. When appropriate comment on things about them on in their life that IS good and positive and let them now it. Not bullshit false praise or anything like that but genuine encouragement. My best example is one of my best friends. That woman can literally find a positive attribute to anything in life from a screaming baby (Ah sure, but doesn’t he have a find pair of lungs!) to a hemorrhoid (Isn’t it great that you had to take 2 days off work and got to relax?). No word of a lie. And it’s so GENUINE. I’ll never forget when I had my child and a family member who wanted to hold her got pissy when I refused and snapped “God you’re so possessive of her!”. I mean never mind the fact that I had just given birth 3 days previous >_< but sure, cut a new mum down! My friend came over a week later, witnessed the same behavior and replied "It is gorgeous how attentive you are to her". I nearly burst beaming inside. What a difference perspective and wording makes.

I am not as positive as my gorgeous friend by any stretch of the imagination but I do love giving to others the same sense of whatever it is being encouraged gives one. So when I genuinely notice a positive, even if it is connected to a negative I make a concerted effort to point it out and encourage them. It's just that life is so quick and ferocious to tear us down every day and there is so much to feel less than, a failure in, guilty for, etc that life is too short and if I can make someone feel the opposite of any of those then I'ma try.

And I learned the concept from Christianity. And even though it's a rare few beautiful souls I learned this from in my lost faith when you see it practiced it is a wonderful thing to witness. So it ain't ALL bad ~_^

What he said ^_^

“this is language one employs
When one is fucking cross about fuckers fucking boys”

The Lyrics for your enjoyment and comprehension:

Fuck the motherfucker, fuck the motherfucker
Fuck the motherfucker, he’s a fucking motherfucker
Fuck the motherfucker, fuck the fucking fucker
Fuck the motherfucker, he’s a total fucking fucker
Fuck the motherfucker, fuck the motherfucker
Fuck the motherfucker, fucking fuck the motherfucker
Fuck the motherfucker, fuck the motherfucking Pope

Fuck the motherfucker, and fuck you, motherfucker
If you think that motherfucker is sacred
If you cover for another motherfucker who’s a kiddie fucker
Fuck you, you’re no better than the motherfucking rapist
And if you don’t like the swearing that this motherfucker forced from me
And reckon it shows moral or intellectual paucity
Then fuck you, motherfucker, this is language one employs
When one is fucking cross about fuckers fucking boys

I don’t give a fuck if calling the pope a motherfucker
Means you unthinkingly brand me an unthinking apostate
And this has nowt to do with other fucking godly motherfuckers
I’m not interested right now in fucking scriptural debate
There are other fucking songs and there are other fucking ways
I’ll be a religious apologist on other fucking days
And the fact remains, if you protect a single kiddie fucker
Then Pope or prince or plumber, you’re a fucking motherfucker

You see, I don’t give a fuck what any other motherfucker
Believes about Jesus and his motherfucking mother
I’ve no problem with the spiritual beliefs of all these fuckers
While those beliefs don’t hit back on the happiness of others
But if you build your church on claims of fucking moral authority
And with threats of Hell impose it on others in society
Then you, you motherfuckers, can expect some fucking wrath
When it turns out you’ve been fucking us in our motherfucking asses

So fuck you motherfucker, and fuck you, motherfucker
If you’re still a motherfucking papist
If he covered for a single motherfucker who’s a kiddie fucker
Fuck the motherfucker, he’s as evil as the rapist
And if you look into your motherfucking heart and tell me true
If this motherfucking stupid fucking song offended you
With its filthy fucking language and its fucking disrespect
If it made you feel angry, go ahead and write a letter
But if you find me more offensive than the fucking possibility
The Pope protected priests while they getting fucking fiddly
Then listen to me, motherfucker, this here is a fact
You are just as morally misguided as that motherfucking
Power-hungry self-aggrandized bigot in the stupid fucking hat

(Fuck the motherfucker, fuck the motherfucker…)

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