There is no God! I am a blasphemer, an apostate, out of the closet, unashamed, proud, even. Atheism is not simply the absence of God, but the replacement of God with reason. Creation is not intelligent, it is, to some extent, intelligible. God did not create man; rather, as is abundantly clear when one compares a few human societies, man creates God; largely to explain and deal with anxiety over the unknown, and to provide a means for justice outside of ordinary affairs.

These are indeed practical functions and rooted in the deep biological needs of an animal that seeks, even demands, reason- that seeks to understand the world and does not like to accept uncertainty as an answer. Or did you think we were not animals? What if I show you birds that use tools, have language, and complex social hierarchies? Elephants having funerals? What is it that makes us more? We are an animal that names things and tells stories about them. God is our story. Bible folks are fond of saying creation this lovely must have a creator. The science of evolution, indeed any science requireing, I don't know, verifiable physical evidence, is dismissed as just a 'theory' by folks who don't know what a theory is. I command thee: Go Go Google, Flying Spaghetti Monster! Just do it! And be touched.

Ok, check it:

http://home.comcast.net/~lsledd/blog/shiftybush.swf

I have always admired our great leader for his eloquent English. Har! But of course it is his average-guy vocab, his folksy grin, his unvarnished crapulence that makes him so trustworthy to so many Americans...yes, folks, the fact is that many Americans have a similarly goosey grasp of the English language and see, in Bush, a little bit of themselves, the bit that always wanted to be a jet pilot or a cowboy, the bit that couldn't really manage a small oil company, let alone the biggest superpower in the world.

More patriotic than yer daddy, that's right. had a daddy, did you? then piss off, you were coddled. yeah, this joint is more patriotic than your daddy, that's why it's blue, yellow, and...some other kind of blue. don't get all queer-eye on me now, boy. makes me wanna chicken-fry a steak and hitch my dodge up to a big log and drag it across your lawn. lawns are highly overrated.