Liars and Other Nuisances

I haven't done this for a while. Just tell everyone about my day. Thats usually because its boring. But not the last two days. Not at all.

Since I have decided to think of myself as a eupraxsopher I have found a new boldness for coping with the things that I believe perpetuate delusion and ignorance in our society.

So this blog entry is about how eupraxsophy has caused me some adventures.

Yesterday I went to take my O-Chem lab 2 final. They always make us fuck around forever before the exam. They do this to examine the lab equipment, make us clean it, and charge us for damage. Fair enough.

This nice looking african american woman, in my class, kept striking conversation with me.

I was reading Paul Kurtz's The Transcendental Temptation and she kept asking me how I could read something like that when it wasn't assigned for a class.

I get this a lot from my peers.

I got it when I was reading Candle in the Dark, by Carl Sagan. All I can think, is why would you major in science if you don't think its fun to learn about science.

They major in it because they expect to become MDs. This worries me, and keeps me up at night.

This lovely young lady, eventually mentioned God. She did so when I said I read Kurtz, because he argues that nature is awe inspiring.

Her response was, "Thats because God made it."

I said how do we know it was God and not a giant spaghetti noodle.

She kept using infinite regression.

That means anytime I said anything that wasn't God, she argued that it had to come from somewhere.

When I said the same rules applied to God, she said that God by definition needed no cause.

Let me interject here, that I know proclaim the definition of EXISTATRON 3000, EXISTATRON starts his day by eating the hearts of retarded babies, and shitting in the mouths of rape victims. EXISTATRON 3000, shall herefore be defined as the essence of existence. EXISTATRON is the beginning and the end of all existence and exists by definition.

Are you convinced?

No? Me neither.

This is why these kind of arguments for God are not compelling.

So I told her that I think evidence is the final arbiter of truth.

She says that she had evidence because God had healed countless people of diseases at her church.

I offered her the $12,000 dollar prize from the North Texas Skeptics, and vowed to try to get her in the Randi prize queue for the $1,000,000 for evidence of faith healing.

I gave her my contact information, with "money for evidence of faith healing," written on the piece of paper.

She didn't like it.

Neither did the class, as any of you who know me or listen to the podcast, I'm loud as hell.

In fact, if you ever call me a loudmouth, I will have to humbly accept your accusation.

Everyone heard it. They all looked at me like I was a roman soldier beating Jesus.

Hail Caesar!

So today, I get an email from Peter H. Gilmore.

Peter Gilmore is the High Priest of the Church of Satan, and he is a well established author, and I fully consider him a celebrity. I am also a huge fan of the Black Pope as decades of listening to death and black metal have primed me to think he's so fucking cool!

He informed me that I had been mislead by a guest of the podcast, who had told me something Peter knew to be a lie.

So all morning I've been doing the hard fucking work of editing that out.

I told Peter that I would expose this worm, but Peter suggested that it was attention he claimed. Peter has written on this, he says that when a masochist provokes you the worst thing you can do is deny them the beating they so desperately crave.

So I took the advice.

While imagining me shitting in wounds I inflicted on this bastard.

I hate liars.

I work all day long to try to find out what is true. I have dedicated my life to helping the public prioritize truth in their affairs.

Truth is so important to me, that it is literally my muse.

The only time I am kind to the dishonest is if I think they are self-deluded, when I know that they are conscious and willing frauds I want to do everything at my disposal to marginalize them.

And I don't stop at wanting to marginalize them, I do. This is why I am a member of the skeptical movement at large, it is because I work to marginalize frauds.

There was a young man who told me he was an Iraq soldier.

He is 21 and claims to have fought in the Balkans.

He is 21 and claims to have been a special ops soldier in the Balkans.

A mutual friend of ours has known him for two years and has never seen him ship.

So he would have had to be a special ops soldier in the Balkans before he was 19.

Now, it is possible that the military participates in controlled special ops in the balkans, but we have not been at war there since the Clinton administration.

10 years ago.

This stand up young man must have been a hero of our great military at the age of 11.

He claims to have had full out, well described, urban guerilla combat with serbs during his service. Though no such combat has been there since the Clinton NATO action.

Who does this kid think I am?

What part of skeptic, does he not understand.

For all my liberality I am pro-military. I consider serving in the military to be a noble act which traces its virtues to Sparta, Athens, and Rome.

I have a few regrets, one of which is never having served in the military.

I should have him thrown in the brig for lying about his rank and missions to the media, and I am the fucking media!

If he's not in the military, which is possible, I should call a bunch of marines to kick his goddamn lying ass. He claims to be a marine.

Word to the wise, if your going to lie about being in the US military, claim to have been in the Chair Force, I mean the Air Force. They are less likely to break your face for your complete disregard for honor as a virtue.

As a former tattoo artist, I have a natural affinity for jarheads, they do love them tattoos.

Alright, so thats it.

Thats my last 48 hours of adventures.

Don't fucking lie to me.