Some authors and cartoonists have objected to PEN giving the Freedom of Expression Courage Award to Charlie Hebdo. Their reasoning seems to be that Muslims are an oppressed minority and, therefore, making fun of their religion is intolerance and/or bigotry.
Your police are killing your people in record numbers. The natural consequence of this is that more of your people will start killing more of your police, which will inevitably result in your police killing more of your people.
Do you see where I’m going with this?
Now, since I’m not American, you might say that it’s none of my business. However, stupidity that happens south of the 49th parallel tends to creep north of it, often at an alarming rate. So, please, see if you can get this figured out really soon because the northern creep of this stupidity is already well under way.
Homeopathy is nonsense. There is no more scientific debate on that. The evidence is clear.
I do understand that some people have subjective experiences that lead them to believe in homeopathy. Some of these people are very smart and well educated but they need to ask themselves why it is that, whenever homeopathy is tested by methods that eliminate personal (subjective) bias, it utterly fails. Every time!
In the audio post linked above, Sam Harris addresses the accusation that he and other ”new atheists” are somehow responsible for the Chapel Hill murders. He points out some of the same things that I have but perhaps more eloquently. There is nothing inherent in atheism that should lead anyone to commit such atrocities. There are no atheist “holy books” at all and nothing in the works of any well-known “new atheist” thinkers that should reasonably be seen as promoting murder. Atheism differs significantly from the major monotheistic religions in that respect.
Ah, January, you’re teasing us, aren’t you, with your gentle melting and the soft drip drip from our roofs. You’ll not fool me. Not this time. I know what lurks around the bend. I know what you and February have been whispering about. This time, I’ll not be taken by surprise when comes the bitter cold or the snow that threatens to stay for good. I’m wise to you, January!
This is one of my personal favourites. It’s one of those “I lived it and then I wrote it” songs. It came to me one night in the ’80s after a tough shift piling lumber at the old sawmill in South Hazelton, BC.