Posts tagged "god"

This I Don't Believe

  I do not believe in god. Whether you call him Zeus, Thor, Yahweh or any other of the so-called mythological names, I do NOT believe in god. I’m an atheist. Coming out of the religious closet wasn’t easy, but living inside the invisible burqa-of-politically corrrect was far, far worse. What a fraud I am, or... Read more »

Got Meat?

Is it ethical to eat meat asked the Ethicist at New York Times? Define ethical. As the red-covered dictionary sitting on my desk does, ethics is “a system of moral principles….” What system? Whose? Humans are omnivores, able to eat it all. But should we? In this dog-eat-dog world, why not eat a dog? Why... Read more »

The Bang Bang Channel

Given the pseudo-religiosity of some today, I wouldn’t be surprised by a GOD Channel. But in the UK? Truly? Yes, that did surprise me. What I would expect in the USA in addition to The GOD Channel would be, The Gun Channel, sponsored by the NRA. Imagine a “Hints from Harry” who could tell how... Read more »

In God We Trust

Though the right-wing wraps themselves in the Bible, repeating the mantra “In God we Trust” (even on license plates in Florida); BUT at the end of the day–it is the arms merchants of death where the right puts its money and support. God isn’t as powerful as a big ass gun for these boys and... Read more »
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    I was an accidental expatriate; love and marriage led me to it. One day I was a bandy-legged kid sitting atop my dogwood tree looking out of my small backyard world in 1950s New Jersey, wanting to move somewhere--anywhere, different. Next thing I knew my father had accepted a job in Houston TX. I was ecstatic, it was a foreign land in 1961 America. After high school graduation, my parents’ gave me a matched set of fawn-colored hardsided American Tourister luggage. Taking the hint, I went to college; well four colleges in five years--it was the 60s after all. Meeting a young hirsute anti-war, soon-to-be-Peace Corps volunteer, I fell in love. After finishing up college coursework for my degree, but before I even walking a graduation stage, I grabbed the paper airline ticket my boyfriend had sent me, my brand-new passport, and was off to the airport and Lima, Peru.

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