Hey all Marks favorite friends.finaly found how to get here with you guys,I think.....wheres hamby damit and every one else at rrs....marks dead.He died valintines day just passed. Ill tell ya my best loving friend sure loved choppin it up with you guys .I know all that might have  read  some of marks stuff would agree that he was on your side.Anyway I REALLY lost a fkn great friend he always loved you all too............take care  keep up the good work man.

The summer continued to move towards fall drawing the group closer to a new School year. They would stop by and talk with the man in the chair more often now. They would play kick ball with him arguing about whose team on which he would play. One day, they set up an obstacle course in his yard and rode their bikes around and around (the mans mother came out and scolded him and the kids)
It was during this first summer that he shared several simple thoughts with the kids; the sun is bright, Pepsi is good with nachos and the clouds scare away the butterflies.


That summer passed quickly as did the next. For the most part each summer was pretty much the same. The group of kids would meet at the park, plan out the afternoon while swinging on the swings. The only 2 girls would get picked on until they chased the boys down, the whole time threatening to beat them. And then they would all move down the gravel road towards the woods, sometimes stopping and talking with Brian. The only difference is that the trips to the woods were less and less. The group of 9 dwindled down as each summer concluded.

I encourage you to read Part 1 before reading any further. But do what you will  

The boy stopped and looked back at the group. He seemed frozen and didn’t respond to the man in the chair. The girl knew she needed to act fast if she was going to get answers to all the questions she had.

Stepping away from the group she blurted frantically “HI Brian! Why do you sit in that chair?”

The man looked at her and blinked once before answering ‘cause I like being outside’. He dropped his eyes and fidgeted in his chair. She wondered why he seemed to not pay attention when spoken to. Almost like he was scared to speak.

The girl smiled and looked back at the group, who at that moment shared looks of unease. Her smile faltered. She turned her attention back to the man and was able to notice a few things about him;

The man in the chair was wearing jeans and a gray tee shirt that announced a sort of allegiance to MTV. He was of average weight with slightly long reddish hair. He wore a ball cap that read: * Iowa Steel* written in gold against black mesh. The bill was wider then the hat.

She wanted to know more.

“How old are you?” she asked.

He looked up into the sky over her left shoulder as if searching for the answer. ‘I am 32 years old and will have another birthday this year.’ He looked her in the eyes, smiled and said ‘I like birthdays’!

Just a memory from childhood:

In 1904, there was a cereal named Elijah's Manna. It was renamed to Post Toasties because of protests from the clergy.

There has never been a time in my life that I have been called negative. Not to say that I have never had negative thoughts (I think we all have those) more to the point there is this undying tendency with me to make even the stinkiest pile of shit seem like a rose bush. I will write a blog about how this positivity has effected my work life at a later time. For now sharing an example of how this positivity has been important in a certain aspect of my life is what I want to share.

A recurring argument I'm seeing fairly often from theists lately is that everyone can just agree to disagree, because "you have your standards of proof and I have mine." Ostensibly, what this argument attempts to accomplish is to take all the strength out of what are widely considered the standards of proof----or truth measurement---in science. In doing so, the theist attempts to dodge the responsibility of reconciling his position with scientific standards of truth. Through this relativistic argument, his "science-based" opponent is using one method of measuring truth, while he is simply using another. And, hey, if that's the case, we're just arguing over inches versus centimeters, right? I'm right by my standards, and you're right by your standards, so everyone is happy.

Well, not really.

This argument ultimately undercuts itself. Claiming to have your own standards of proof is not helpful, because if we adopt relativism in our standards of proof, then ultimately everyone is right, relatively speaking. But also, everyone is wrong, relatively speaking. So playing the relativism card in an attempt to shoot down scientific proof is to turn the gun right around and shoot yourself in the face. It only leaves us with a bunch of meaninglessness.

Joel Guttormson will be on the Bob Enyart Show AM 670, online at www.KGOV.com on Wednesday January 7th at 3pm MT. More info at http://metrostateatheists.wordpress.com.

Metro State Atheists (MSA) is looking to fill the positions of Treasurer and Representative for the upcoming semester.  If you are A student at Metropolitan State College Of Denver (MSCD) and are interested in being a club officer, contact us at [email protected] for more details.