Why?

People often ask me why I’m an atheist. I find this question to be absurd. It’s like asking me why my eyes are brown, or why I’m female. Sure, I can give you a long, drawn out scientific reason for each of those, but the plain truth is, that’s the way it is–my default. The same is true for atheism. If no one had told me about a deity, there is no way I would have thought to attribute anything in this world to one on my own. In fact, my skepticism about god was there in my earliest memories.

My parents promised me that they would answer all of my questions…about anything…and tell me the truth about everything I wanted to know. I was told that, “Because I said so,” was not an answer, and that inquiry was a positive thing…until I started asking questions. My favorite question was, “Why?” I always wanted to know why things happened, and from there, I wanted to know how.

By the age of four I knew most of the main scriptures in the bible by heart, and they simply didn’t make sense. Unfortunately, the questions I kept asking made my parents uncomfortable. All of those things I was told about being told the truth, that they would not hold back, that they would never say things like, “just because,” or “because I said so,” went straight out the window. The more questions I asked, the more aggravated my mother got with me. By the time my parents divorced, it seemed like my mom hated me.

For years I lived with mom without religion around. After she died, I was told that my life had been destroyed because I, “had turned my back on god.” That didn’t make sense to begin with, because a child can’t do such a thing, but I decided to look into it. As I looked into the churches in the area, I found sex, drugs, corruption, and so much more–basically a cesspool I really didn’t want to be a part of. From there I started feeling some of my old doubts surfacing.

Someone I really care about believes very much in the existence of god. This person is one of the smartest men I’ve ever known (and I know some outright geniuses) so I set out on a quest. I wanted to find real evidence of the existence of god.

Unfortunately, that did not happen. Scientifically, it is impossible to prove a negative, but what I found came darn close. So many people have been so bent on proving the existence of god, that they fabricate evidence. Over the course of my investigation, I found that all (that’s ALL, not nearly all) of the evidence that supports supernatural biblical events thus far, has been proven to be fabricated.

I find it ridiculous that people try to claim that the bible is accurate because a few of the geographical points of references could be correct. Does that mean that Harry Potter is true because some of the story takes place in London?

After thoroughly researching this subject for many years, I had to conclude that my initial intuition as a child was correct; there is no god.

Boy, Do We Need Jobs!

Everywhere I look there is hardship. Small business are struggling, hardworking people can’t find jobs, and no one knows what to do. Politicians continue to make empty promises about bringing jobs back to their small little areas, but how do they propose to do that? No one gives any detailed plans, or any logical answers that will tell us how they will achieve such a great feat. They just expect us to trust that they will.

There is only one way to bring jobs back to America. The only way companies will bring those jobs back to us, is if it is too expensive to send those jobs overseas. We need a tariff on incoming goods. One that makes the cheap labor in other countries null and void.

There is a huge obstacle standing in the way of such a tariff: lobbyists. How in the world are we supposed to convince our legislators to institute a tax on the very companies who are buying their votes in the first place?

Lobbyists have no business in Washington to begin with. These bloodsucking piranha have been tainting our political system for far too long. Some would ask, “Without the lobbyists, who would would research the issues on behalf of the politicians?” That is an excellent question, to which I would answer, students. I think this would be an excellent opportunity to offer internships to students, especially ones with an interest in law or political science. The students are less likely to have a specific bias or agenda, therefore their research is likely to be more genuine and thorough.

Not only would a program like this benefit the American people, these internships would benefit the students who get them. They would be sought after appointments. Since internships are unpaid, it would cost the taxpayers nothing, and everyone would gain something.

Once the the lobbyists have been expelled from Washington, the issues could be properly researched, our politicians can be truly informed on the issues, and there will not be a constant influence buying off and tainting our leaders. The first order of business will be to put that tariff in place, and bring our jobs back home.

Frozen

I finally got to see Frozen yesterday. It was a refreshing change from Disney’s damsels in distress, good vs. evil dichotomies, and other cliches. What bothers me, is what I find refreshing, is exactly what some other parents seem to be complaining about. I’ve seen several posts, blogs, and articles claiming that children do not have the cognitive functions to understand the “subtle nuances” portrayed in a movie like Frozen. Without a clear hero or villain, these people claim that children will become confused, and disoriented. I beg to differ, as I often do.

First, I want people to remember their own childhoods. I may be a bit of an old fart, but I remember quite a bit of my childhood. I remember what I thought, and how I felt. I even remember my thought processes, in some instances, that brought me to certain conclusions. For example: In fifth grade I used to walk via a specific route every day. Along this route there was a girl who would walk home from another school. She appeared to be in her teens, and pregnant. I spoke to her often, and it was clear to me that she had some learning impairment. As a child, I thought that someone had probably taken advantage of her mental condition to get her pregnant. I tried to subtly inquire about her situation, though I knew it was none of my business. I wanted to get her help if she needed it, but I wanted to be sure she needed it first. Unfortunately, I was not able to find that information before I stopped seeing her walking. I remember feeling conflicted. I was a child, so someone else’s sexual experiences were none of my business, period. But, this girl did not seem like she was capable of making those kinds of decisions on her own. I was afraid to tell anyone, because what if I was wrong?

In our imaginative play we do a lot more than just create villains to fight. We used to create entire worlds, whole different times and places, and all new species of creatures. I used to wonder about everything. On long road trips I remember sitting in the car, then catching a glimpse of a child in another car, then wondering what it would be like to be that child. I would imagine riding in that car, then imagine what that child’s house would look like, based on what the car looked like. Then I’d try to imagine his/her room, and so on.

After what I was capable of as a child, the concept that children are incapable of cognitive thought is ludicrous.

Now look at real life. At what point is everything black and white? At what point, in real life, is there a clear hero and villain? I’ll tell you, hardly ever. Almost everything in life is a matter of perception. Sure, every now and then you have a cannibalistic serial killer that really can’t be painted in a positive light, but that is rare.

As parents it is our job to prepare our children for what lies ahead of them in the real world. If we shelter them from the truth, only allow them to see the world in black and white, and not let them see the subtle nuances that are there, are we really preparing them? No. What we are doing is setting them up for disappointment, and even failure.

We need to remember that not only are children capable of cognitive thought, they can decipher subtle nuances, too. Parents should already know this. How many times have you been at your breaking point–everything has just gone all wrong, nothing is getting done, your 2 year-old is pushing all of your buttons right up until that point where you’re about to lose it…that’s when that same 2 year-old does the cutest thing in the world, and balance seems to be restored to your upside-down world.

If we teach our children that there are no true “villains” in the world, but there are a lot of selfish people, and some of them are willing to do really bad things to get what they want, our children can not only look out for themselves, but have empathy for other people, even ones who are driven to do bad things. If we teach our children that heroes are not people who hurt people while trying to save others, or ones who “sacrifice” themselves for the “greater good,” or some BS like that, but someone who shows love and compassion when others don’t…in fact, they show love and compassion in the face of hate, bigotry, and persecution.

We must teach our children that there is no good vs. evil dichotomy. What is there for them, is life. Their lives are their own. They can make anything they want out of those lives, as long as we, as parents, don’t limit their ideas, their creativity, and their cognitive thinking.

Everything in Life is a Sale?

Apparently the only jobs available in California right now are sales positions. I’ve had several interviewers try to convince me that people “sell” themselves every day. I just can’t “buy” that concept. It makes me very uncomfortable to think that people are so dishonest, that they lie so much in their daily lives, that they have to actively “sell” those lies to other people to get them to “buy” the act.

Dressing appropriately for a specific situation is not “selling” an image. If I put on an evening gown to go out to a nice restaurant, I am not “selling” the image of “money and power” or “elegance” or whatever. I am simply paying respect to the person, or people, I am having dinner with. The same goes for dressing appropriately for work.

The same thing applies to behavior. As a customer service representative, I am not “selling” an image of a happy person who is willing to help resolve problems while I am at work, I am simply doing my job.

On the weekend, if I happen to go out with some friends, I am not “selling” an image of a party girl, I am simply having fun with some friends.

Life is not a sale. Those who say it is have a very shallow view of life’s potential, and I feel very sorry for those people.

The Change

He gazed at her body writhing beneath his; the perfect curve of her flesh, the rise and fall of her breasts, and he felt the soft caress of her skin as it slid back and forth against his own. He felt her claws tear into his back as he thrust himself within her, and couldn’t help letting out a deep, guttural, animalistic howl. The nails felt good; she felt good. He looked down and couldn’t help smiling, just a bit, as her body began to take on more animalistic features. Her jaw, and torso, had elongated and her ears had begun to move up the the side of her head, toward the top. Tan and grey fur had started to sprout all over her body. He knew that similar changes were happening to him–it was inevitable in the throes of passion, and he always enjoyed watching it. He was fascinated by the change. As they reached their climax, she made sure to give him a little love nip the neck, before losing her biting edge. As they lie side by side, regaining their human form, he thought to himself, Her form may change, but she will always remain beautiful in my eyes.

Subbed or Dubbed?

There  has been a dilemma within anime loving communities since time began. Should English speaking audiences watch their anime in the original Japanese with English subtitles translating for them, or should translators dub over the Japanese voice actors with English speaking voice actors. This simple question has created a huge controversy within anime watching communities. Here’s my take:

People say that dubbed versions of anime are inaccurate because they attempt to mimic the movement of the animated character’s mouth, rather than the translation of the words. In truth, having the capability to turn on dubbing and subbing at the same time, shows that the translations are very similar on most anime films and series. If anything, the subbing is slightly mistranslated to account for time and space constraints.

Many say that it is necessary to watch anime in the original Japanese to preserve authenticity. These same people who want to preserve Japanese authenticity, have no problem exploiting the anime in English through merchandising. They will buy wall hangings, posters, T-shirts, coffee mugs, and who knows what else…all in English mind you, but they must preserve the authenticity of the show by watching it in the original Japanese, and reading the English translation through subtitles…Please…

Then there are the people who claim that American voice actors just don’t have the passion it takes to play an anime character properly. Really? Come on! That’s just ridiculous. We have some of the best voice actors in the world right here in the US and you people are actually going to dis them?!

Let me tell you what is really going on here. There are some people who are insecure about their interests. Some people only think their interests sound cool in another language. Some people think the shows sound corny, or stupid in English, but it sounds cool when it’s happening in Japanese. I know, it’s childish, but we live in a childish society. Me, I am proud of my interests…all of them. I think they sound cool in Japanese, German, French, Spanish, Portuguese, or any other language you can think of. I prefer to engage in them in English, because that’s my native language.

I find it ridiculous that  I can’t enjoy myself while watching anime with certain friends because of some religious cult of “subbers” who think that it is a sin to watch a dubbed anime.