I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve had the identical thoughts, of the times I’ve wondered if so-and-so would have been comfortable at a Nazi rally. Trump has unleashed, and then exploited, a lot of hidden, subterranean malice.
Homosexuals have a right to be a part of the family. They’re children of God and have a right to a family. Nobody should be thrown out or be made miserable because of it.
Civil unions are intended to be marriage in all but name, and have an expansive, generous sound — but the name is of crucial importance because the laws of virtually every country on earth specify rights and privileges that accompany marriage exclusively. It’s a step forward for LGBT recognition, and from an unexpected place, but not so big a step as it may sound.
What do you know? Snowfall at my alma mater is featured on the Drudge Report.
An hour later, though, the snow is gone.
It won’t be long, though, until the snow stays. Only once in the 5-years I lived there did I see a green Halloween — and that’s the year the snow started just before Thanksgiving and didn’t stop till mid-February.
A North Carolina pastor has been arrested for urinating on a woman.
Alicia Beverly was sleeping on her flight from Las Vegas to Detroit on the red-eye flight when she suddenly was awakened.
Beverly claimed the man — believed to be a North Carolina pastor — peed on her before “shaking himself off”.
She told Fox 2 in Michigan: “It felt warm, like on the side of me I felt something warm.
“I jump up and I seen his private area out and I screamed and that woke everybody up.”
Granted, we’re talking about a Holy Man whose life’s work is degrading people and helping them to understand that they’re no damn good, but this seems to me to be a bit much.
I’ve sat through exactly one sermon in my life that I got something worthwhile out of — the sermon when the pastor read out a list of writers whose books no decent, godly person should allow in his home. I can’t remember the entire list now, but there was only one writer whose books I didn’t already have: Friedrich Nietzsche.
So I picked-up a copy of Twilight of the Idols next time I was at Barnes & Noble, and I’m glad I did. Nietzsche was a true freak-of-nature genius, and his frank contempt for pious buffoons is endlessly refreshing.
Plato was a bore.
Here the ways of men part: if you wish to strive for peace of soul and pleasure, then believe; if you wish to be a devotee of truth, then inquire.
He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And when you gaze long into an abyss the abyss also gazes into you.
In Christianity neither morality nor religion come into contact with reality at any point.
To the sort of men who reach out for power under Judaism and Christianity, — that is to say, to the priestly class — decadence is no more than a means to an end. Men of this sort have a vital interest in making mankind sick, and in confusing the values of “good” and “bad,” “true” and “false” in a manner that is not only dangerous to life, but also slanders it.
The ‘Kingdom of Heaven’ is a condition of the heart — not something that comes ‘upon the earth’ or ‘after death’.
The very word “Christianity” is a misunderstanding — in truth, there was only one Christian, and he died on the cross.
“Faith” means not wanting to know.
The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.
A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.
In heaven, all the interesting people are missing.
There are no moral facts.
Christianity destroyed for us the whole harvest of ancient civilization, and later it also destroyed for us the whole harvest of Mohammedan civilization.
I call Christianity the one great curse, the one great intrinsic depravity, the one great instinct for revenge for which no expedient is sufficiently poisonous, secret, subterranean, petty — I call it the one immortal blemish of mankind.
You get the idea. Nietzsche was the first to grasp — or, at least, to say aloud — that Christianity could not possibly survive the confluence of the revival in the 1850s of critical scholarship applied to the ancient texts which comprise the Bible, and Darwin’s theory of evolution; events have proved him correct.
That is why the Pious have ever since blackened his name. Reality always has the last word, however.
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