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"Support Our Troops"

A story from Pharyngula...A disabled vet getting screwed by the country he so valiantly served. This should make all of us ashamed. This should be sent to your congressmen. This should be printed out and stuck on the windshield of every massive SUV with a magnetic yellow ribbon and Jesus fish slapped on the back. This is just disgusting...BrokenSoldier's Story:
This is a request for help. Disabled veterans are being treated as if they are a burden on the government's checkbook, and the government is getting away with it, mainly because the situation is so far out of the public's collective eye that the military can quite effectively sweep it under the rug. Politicians are using our sacrifices as political capital in front of the nation, while the Army medical system turns around to our face and disdainfully treats us as if we are asking for something we do not deserve. All we want is the care we were promised, and all we are getting is organized resistance from the military medical bureaucracy. In some cases, this resistance amounts to the pure manipulation - and even alteration - of the medical regulations, for the sole purpose of reducing the amount of money the Army has to pay disabled vets upon their separation. I have turned to this kind of appeal, frankly, because I am out of options. I believe that the only thing that can even begin to fix a problem such as this one is true exposure to the bright lights of public scrutiny.

When wounded soldiers comes home, they have to go through an evaluation process in which a panel of Army doctors determines what their final disability rating will be. If they decide that the soldier rates less than 30%, then they can separate that soldier with merely a severance check, and never dole out another dollar to him or her again. Should the rating be above 30%, the Army is required to medically retire that soldier, and send him or her a monthly check after they leave the service. In principle, this makes sense. But this is being abused by those doctors, in that they are intentionally low-balling wounded vets in order to get them under the 30% ceiling and get them out, for obvious reasons of saving money. Just in my case alone, I have seen doctors lie on official reports about what I told them, make childishly snide comments about the appeals that I have written to the Physician Evaluation Board (PEB), and one doctor even suggested that a previous diagnosis was invalid simply because I was "fine" on the day he saw me. (And I have proof - to include hard copies of documents showing the offenses.) This does not stop with the low-level doctors, by any means. The Army PEBs operate on instructions given to them by their command, and one in particular is very telling. Since soldiers began coming home with serious concussion injuries, the Army medical community has seen fit to publish instructions to its PEBs concerning certain ratings and how they are to be 'interpreted' pertaining to veterans' disability claims. One of them that I ran directly into deals with the occurrence of migraine headaches, which many veterans with concussion injuries suffer from, and how they are to be viewed. The schedule that lists ratings that are to be applied states that for a 50% rating, migraines must meet the frequency requirement of at least two pper month, and the severity must be prostrating. After veterans began receiving this rating for their complications from IED-induced concussions, an instruction to physicians was published informing them that from then on, the word 'prostrating' was not to be interpreted as it is defined, but rather for migraines to be considered prostrating for rating purposes, the soldier must have stopped and sought immediate, emergency medical attention. Due to the fact that it is very difficult for someone laying prostrate from a migraine to get up and make it to the ER, you can imagine how well this worked in reducing the number of veterans that received disability ratings for their migraines.

And aside from the failings of the rating process, once the soldier is done with that, then there is the incompetent bureaucracy within the ranks of those handling retired service members to deal with. I was retired in January, but did not see a single cent of my retirement money until June. And when it did begin, taxes were being deducted - which shouldn't happen, because combat wounded vets get tax exemption from their disability checks. After getting that fixed, I recently discovered that I have absolutely no medical coverage whatsoever - which I found out while trying to get my prescriptions filled - because my retirement documents never got to the agency responsible for administering my care as a medical retiree. The incompetence of those that handled my retirement file ensured that the necessary paperwork failed to reach almost all of the necessary agencies. And I am by no means the only one this type of injustice is happening to, but instead it is a widespread occurrence. The reason for this is that once the soldier leaves the service and begins the fight for his or her benefits, it is simply that soldier against the entire framework of the Army bureaucracy, and that is far from a fair fight. (They do allow you a liaison in order to to help you navigate the system, but if mine was any indication, this is more of a burden than a help - in asking her to participate in a conference call to discuss why I disagreed with my initial rating of 10%, she resisted and actually said to me, "I'm not here to hold your hand through this.") So I have ended up in a position quite familiar to veterans - broke, living with my parents, in debt up to my ears from the months without income, and having no consistent medical coverage.

So, if you read through this and it seems wrong to you, especially if it makes you a bit angry, then I'm asking for your help. The only thing that will fix this problem is to shine a spotlight on what is happening, because once that happens, the freedom of action that the Army medical community has enjoyed in bullying the wounded soldiers applying for disability will be gone. Once the public is cognizant of exactly what has been done to the veterans the government so profusely praises for their sacrifice, their hypocrisy will be laid bare. If you know anyone - journalist or not - that will take this story and tell it to the public, please let me know. The above injustices are only the tip of the iceberg, even in my case, and I have documentation of many more transgressions.

A disabled vet has fought far too much already to have to continue to fight with their own government like this when they get home. In this case, it is the soldier who is looking to citizen for help with this fight. -via Pharyngula

Want to help? Email Gary E. Ford or Send It To Your Congressmen.

"Support Our Troops"

A story from Pharyngula...A disabled vet getting screwed by the country he so valiantly served. This should make all of us ashamed. This should be sent to your congressmen. This should be printed out and stuck on the windshield of every massive SUV with a magnetic yellow ribbon and Jesus fish slapped on the back. This is just disgusting...BrokenSoldier's Story:
This is a request for help. Disabled veterans are being treated as if they are a burden on the government's checkbook, and the government is getting away with it, mainly because the situation is so far out of the public's collective eye that the military can quite effectively sweep it under the rug. Politicians are using our sacrifices as political capital in front of the nation, while the Army medical system turns around to our face and disdainfully treats us as if we are asking for something we do not deserve. All we want is the care we were promised, and all we are getting is organized resistance from the military medical bureaucracy. In some cases, this resistance amounts to the pure manipulation - and even alteration - of the medical regulations, for the sole purpose of reducing the amount of money the Army has to pay disabled vets upon their separation. I have turned to this kind of appeal, frankly, because I am out of options. I believe that the only thing that can even begin to fix a problem such as this one is true exposure to the bright lights of public scrutiny.

When wounded soldiers comes home, they have to go through an evaluation process in which a panel of Army doctors determines what their final disability rating will be. If they decide that the soldier rates less than 30%, then they can separate that soldier with merely a severance check, and never dole out another dollar to him or her again. Should the rating be above 30%, the Army is required to medically retire that soldier, and send him or her a monthly check after they leave the service. In principle, this makes sense. But this is being abused by those doctors, in that they are intentionally low-balling wounded vets in order to get them under the 30% ceiling and get them out, for obvious reasons of saving money. Just in my case alone, I have seen doctors lie on official reports about what I told them, make childishly snide comments about the appeals that I have written to the Physician Evaluation Board (PEB), and one doctor even suggested that a previous diagnosis was invalid simply because I was "fine" on the day he saw me. (And I have proof - to include hard copies of documents showing the offenses.) This does not stop with the low-level doctors, by any means. The Army PEBs operate on instructions given to them by their command, and one in particular is very telling. Since soldiers began coming home with serious concussion injuries, the Army medical community has seen fit to publish instructions to its PEBs concerning certain ratings and how they are to be 'interpreted' pertaining to veterans' disability claims. One of them that I ran directly into deals with the occurrence of migraine headaches, which many veterans with concussion injuries suffer from, and how they are to be viewed. The schedule that lists ratings that are to be applied states that for a 50% rating, migraines must meet the frequency requirement of at least two pper month, and the severity must be prostrating. After veterans began receiving this rating for their complications from IED-induced concussions, an instruction to physicians was published informing them that from then on, the word 'prostrating' was not to be interpreted as it is defined, but rather for migraines to be considered prostrating for rating purposes, the soldier must have stopped and sought immediate, emergency medical attention. Due to the fact that it is very difficult for someone laying prostrate from a migraine to get up and make it to the ER, you can imagine how well this worked in reducing the number of veterans that received disability ratings for their migraines.

And aside from the failings of the rating process, once the soldier is done with that, then there is the incompetent bureaucracy within the ranks of those handling retired service members to deal with. I was retired in January, but did not see a single cent of my retirement money until June. And when it did begin, taxes were being deducted - which shouldn't happen, because combat wounded vets get tax exemption from their disability checks. After getting that fixed, I recently discovered that I have absolutely no medical coverage whatsoever - which I found out while trying to get my prescriptions filled - because my retirement documents never got to the agency responsible for administering my care as a medical retiree. The incompetence of those that handled my retirement file ensured that the necessary paperwork failed to reach almost all of the necessary agencies. And I am by no means the only one this type of injustice is happening to, but instead it is a widespread occurrence. The reason for this is that once the soldier leaves the service and begins the fight for his or her benefits, it is simply that soldier against the entire framework of the Army bureaucracy, and that is far from a fair fight. (They do allow you a liaison in order to to help you navigate the system, but if mine was any indication, this is more of a burden than a help - in asking her to participate in a conference call to discuss why I disagreed with my initial rating of 10%, she resisted and actually said to me, "I'm not here to hold your hand through this.") So I have ended up in a position quite familiar to veterans - broke, living with my parents, in debt up to my ears from the months without income, and having no consistent medical coverage.

So, if you read through this and it seems wrong to you, especially if it makes you a bit angry, then I'm asking for your help. The only thing that will fix this problem is to shine a spotlight on what is happening, because once that happens, the freedom of action that the Army medical community has enjoyed in bullying the wounded soldiers applying for disability will be gone. Once the public is cognizant of exactly what has been done to the veterans the government so profusely praises for their sacrifice, their hypocrisy will be laid bare. If you know anyone - journalist or not - that will take this story and tell it to the public, please let me know. The above injustices are only the tip of the iceberg, even in my case, and I have documentation of many more transgressions.

A disabled vet has fought far too much already to have to continue to fight with their own government like this when they get home. In this case, it is the soldier who is looking to citizen for help with this fight. -via Pharyngula

Want to help? Email Gary E. Ford or Send It To Your Congressmen.

McCain is to Iraq as Bush is to The Alphabet (hint: Clueless)


Oops! McCain! Idiot! Bush! Moron!

Iraqi foreign policy fail:
Asked in an interview with German news magazine Der Spiegel of when he would like to see American forces leave Iraq, Maliki said: “As soon as possible, as far as we’re concerned.” He then added that “Obama is right when he talks about 16 months. Assuming that positive developments continue, this is about the same time period that corresponds to our wishes.” -via The Hill

Anything you would like to say John?
"The surge is working," McCain declared emphatically in the CNN interview...

Really? I'm sure your colleagues in Iraq are just pissing themselves with joy over that fact...Mr. Maliki?
The Iraqi prime minister argued that the troop surge was not the main reason that violence in his country has been curbed.

Oops...again.
And finally, the Estradaesque corrupt Prime Minister has some wisdom to share with all of us about "timetables":
Maliki said the Bush administration has “had trouble agreeing to a concrete timetable for withdrawal, because they feel it would appear tantamount to an admission of defeat.”
“But that isn't the case at all. If we come to an agreement, it is not evidence of a defeat, but of a victory, of a severe blow we have inflicted on al-Qaeda and the militias,” he stated.

Priceless...

McCain is to Iraq as Bush is to The Alphabet (hint: Clueless)


Oops! McCain! Idiot! Bush! Moron!

Iraqi foreign policy fail:
Asked in an interview with German news magazine Der Spiegel of when he would like to see American forces leave Iraq, Maliki said: “As soon as possible, as far as we’re concerned.” He then added that “Obama is right when he talks about 16 months. Assuming that positive developments continue, this is about the same time period that corresponds to our wishes.” -via The Hill

Anything you would like to say John?
"The surge is working," McCain declared emphatically in the CNN interview...

Really? I'm sure your colleagues in Iraq are just pissing themselves with joy over that fact...Mr. Maliki?
The Iraqi prime minister argued that the troop surge was not the main reason that violence in his country has been curbed.

Oops...again.
And finally, the Estradaesque corrupt Prime Minister has some wisdom to share with all of us about "timetables":
Maliki said the Bush administration has “had trouble agreeing to a concrete timetable for withdrawal, because they feel it would appear tantamount to an admission of defeat.”
“But that isn't the case at all. If we come to an agreement, it is not evidence of a defeat, but of a victory, of a severe blow we have inflicted on al-Qaeda and the militias,” he stated.

Priceless...

More Excuses For Not Writing

Sorry, everyone. I've been floored with really bad back spasms since we returned from Maryland...I'll try and get back on the blasphemy track soon...pray for my back, heh.

More Excuses For Not Writing

Sorry, everyone. I've been floored with really bad back spasms since we returned from Maryland...I'll try and get back on the blasphemy track soon...pray for my back, heh.

The Big Wheel Keeps On Spinnin’

Here's a mindless post for you...enjoy...Pearls Before Swine (It's wicked relevant.):

The Big Wheel Keeps On Spinnin’

Here's a mindless post for you...enjoy...Pearls Before Swine (It's wicked relevant.):

Even Heretics Need Family


Here I am, typing from my parents' brand new, beautiful laptop. I am just a little jealous. Except it's loaded with Vista, so it's not that great.

I am in Maryland, The Old Line State. I love Maryland. It's a beautiful state, lush and green and full of natural diversity. Not to mention the home of the worst battle in the history of our country.

Enough about that, I just wanted to write a quick note to my small group of loyal, for some reason, readers to let you know that I will most likely be away from computers and stuff for the next few days. We are going to a Phillies game tomorrow, crab feast (MD Blue Claw...King of Crabs) on Sunday, Jersey Shore on Monday, drive home on Tuesday. So...If anything important or interesting happens in the world of me hating religion in the next few days, I will try and post.

While we are in Philadelphia tomorrow I may try to head up and see that sign that all the fundies are whining about.

And just because it is Friday and I said I would be bringing back the Ray-Bashing...Hey Comfort! ... The middle finger I'm holding up to the screen right now is for you, buddy...and your mustache makes you look less like Einstein and more like a Village Person...douche.

Have a good weekend!

Even Heretics Need Family


Here I am, typing from my parents' brand new, beautiful laptop. I am just a little jealous. Except it's loaded with Vista, so it's not that great.

I am in Maryland, The Old Line State. I love Maryland. It's a beautiful state, lush and green and full of natural diversity. Not to mention the home of the worst battle in the history of our country.

Enough about that, I just wanted to write a quick note to my small group of loyal, for some reason, readers to let you know that I will most likely be away from computers and stuff for the next few days. We are going to a Phillies game tomorrow, crab feast (MD Blue Claw...King of Crabs) on Sunday, Jersey Shore on Monday, drive home on Tuesday. So...If anything important or interesting happens in the world of me hating religion in the next few days, I will try and post.

While we are in Philadelphia tomorrow I may try to head up and see that sign that all the fundies are whining about.

And just because it is Friday and I said I would be bringing back the Ray-Bashing...Hey Comfort! ... The middle finger I'm holding up to the screen right now is for you, buddy...and your mustache makes you look less like Einstein and more like a Village Person...douche.

Have a good weekend!

Proper Civil Discourse With Jehovah’s Witnesses


The dogs have started to bark. Someone (or some thing) has approached the front door. I, as usual for this time of day, am sitting at the computer, catching up on the day's news and listening to all manner of "evil" music. Startled, I leave the desk and hurry to the door thinking that perhaps the FedEx man is here with an early wedding present. How wrong I am...

I open the door to reveal one of the most hideous sites I have ever seen. Standing before me in all their "Sunday's Best" glory are two women. They smell of cheap Wal-Mart perfume. I glance down at their hands to see bibles draped with copies of, brace yourself, The Watchtower. (da da dah-eh-ah-ah-ah-ah) "Oh, it's gonna be like dis," I thought to myself.

The dogs are going nuts, barking and yelping. Usually, I would try to stop them so I could hear what the person at the door was about to say...right. Above the din one of them says, "Oh my, what pretty dogs." It is this offensive affront that enrages me.

(A word to my newer readers: I dislike religious people publicly proselytizing in general, and bringing it in to my neighborhood is infuriating...usually the Heretincess catches it at the door before I get the chance to voice my opinions. When they open their mouths and let some letters and sounds fall out, I absolve myself of any responsibility for what I may say next. That being said, the following may be considered "rude" if taken out of context. So, please keep in mind that they are Jehovah's Witnesses trespassing on my property and trespassing in my neighborhood (there is a pretty wooden sign at the entrance to this neighborhood that plainly says, "NO SOLICITING.")

I look at the one dressed in a white dress with pretty little generic annoying flowers and smile. It's a big smile, one that can be interpreted as, "How lovely it is to see you," or, "Oh, you gonna gettit now!" (psst...guess which one I am going for.) I say, "The Watchtower?"

"Yes, yes it is," is the confused response. They both smile politely and approach the door a few more inches. I open the door, still smiling, and step out.

"Get the fuck off of my porch and out of my driveway and out of my neighborhood, now" I calmly say, "You picked the absolute wrong house to witness to today. Now take your propaganda, bibles, lies, and bullshit out of this neighborhood. There is a sign at the top of the hill that says, 'No Soliciting,' that includes soliciting people with your religious magazines and filth. Where is your car, where are you parked?"

"Right up the road," they reply in a fashion that is hard to determine...it's somewhere between afraid and defiant, polite and bemused.

I follow them, briskly, out of the driveway and on to the sidewalk. I ask, "Is that your car, the white one?"

"Yes, we're leaving."

Aggravated by how long it is taking them to get away from my house I say, "Go now! Don't stop at any of my neighbor's houses, they don't need your bullshit. If you don't leave right now I will call the police." I would never call the police in a small town like this, most likely, I would be the one who ends up in cuffs.

I call the Heretincess to let her know what has happened, give her a laugh and to make them wonder who I would be talking to while standing in the middle of the road watching them in their car. They sit in their car and, magically, there are now four of them and I feel a little less guilty about yelling at two women because the two in the front seats are men. It takes them about five full minutes of sitting in the car before they actually drive off. I suppose they were praying for me, or whatever.

I make sure to watch them the entire way up the hill. They are gone now and the dogs have calmed down.

This, ladies and gentlemen, is probably the wrong way to deal with door-knockers but, it is the best way to make yourself feel good. I feel pretty happy right now. Not in that "I'm a big man for yelling at chicks" way but in that "I made a stand here, on my property, for my right not to be assaulted with religious garbage in my home" way. I feel good that no more of my neighbors will have to deal with these people and I feel good that I have good, loud watchdogs rather than flimsy, not-even-worth-kindling Watchtowers.

Proper Civil Discourse With Jehovah’s Witnesses


The dogs have started to bark. Someone (or some thing) has approached the front door. I, as usual for this time of day, am sitting at the computer, catching up on the day's news and listening to all manner of "evil" music. Startled, I leave the desk and hurry to the door thinking that perhaps the FedEx man is here with an early wedding present. How wrong I am...

I open the door to reveal one of the most hideous sites I have ever seen. Standing before me in all their "Sunday's Best" glory are two women. They smell of cheap Wal-Mart perfume. I glance down at their hands to see bibles draped with copies of, brace yourself, The Watchtower. (da da dah-eh-ah-ah-ah-ah) "Oh, it's gonna be like dis," I thought to myself.

The dogs are going nuts, barking and yelping. Usually, I would try to stop them so I could hear what the person at the door was about to say...right. Above the din one of them says, "Oh my, what pretty dogs." It is this offensive affront that enrages me.

(A word to my newer readers: I dislike religious people publicly proselytizing in general, and bringing it in to my neighborhood is infuriating...usually the Heretincess catches it at the door before I get the chance to voice my opinions. When they open their mouths and let some letters and sounds fall out, I absolve myself of any responsibility for what I may say next. That being said, the following may be considered "rude" if taken out of context. So, please keep in mind that they are Jehovah's Witnesses trespassing on my property and trespassing in my neighborhood (there is a pretty wooden sign at the entrance to this neighborhood that plainly says, "NO SOLICITING.")

I look at the one dressed in a white dress with pretty little generic annoying flowers and smile. It's a big smile, one that can be interpreted as, "How lovely it is to see you," or, "Oh, you gonna gettit now!" (psst...guess which one I am going for.) I say, "The Watchtower?"

"Yes, yes it is," is the confused response. They both smile politely and approach the door a few more inches. I open the door, still smiling, and step out.

"Get the fuck off of my porch and out of my driveway and out of my neighborhood, now" I calmly say, "You picked the absolute wrong house to witness to today. Now take your propaganda, bibles, lies, and bullshit out of this neighborhood. There is a sign at the top of the hill that says, 'No Soliciting,' that includes soliciting people with your religious magazines and filth. Where is your car, where are you parked?"

"Right up the road," they reply in a fashion that is hard to determine...it's somewhere between afraid and defiant, polite and bemused.

I follow them, briskly, out of the driveway and on to the sidewalk. I ask, "Is that your car, the white one?"

"Yes, we're leaving."

Aggravated by how long it is taking them to get away from my house I say, "Go now! Don't stop at any of my neighbor's houses, they don't need your bullshit. If you don't leave right now I will call the police." I would never call the police in a small town like this, most likely, I would be the one who ends up in cuffs.

I call the Heretincess to let her know what has happened, give her a laugh and to make them wonder who I would be talking to while standing in the middle of the road watching them in their car. They sit in their car and, magically, there are now four of them and I feel a little less guilty about yelling at two women because the two in the front seats are men. It takes them about five full minutes of sitting in the car before they actually drive off. I suppose they were praying for me, or whatever.

I make sure to watch them the entire way up the hill. They are gone now and the dogs have calmed down.

This, ladies and gentlemen, is probably the wrong way to deal with door-knockers but, it is the best way to make yourself feel good. I feel pretty happy right now. Not in that "I'm a big man for yelling at chicks" way but in that "I made a stand here, on my property, for my right not to be assaulted with religious garbage in my home" way. I feel good that no more of my neighbors will have to deal with these people and I feel good that I have good, loud watchdogs rather than flimsy, not-even-worth-kindling Watchtowers.

Ray, You Twat!

If Ray "Hold This Banana For Me" Comfort is Einstein then that makes me Jesus H. Fucking Christ.

That is all.

Idiot.

Ray, You Twat!

If Ray "Hold This Banana For Me" Comfort is Einstein then that makes me Jesus H. Fucking Christ.

That is all.

Idiot.

Return of Ray Bashing! Yay!

Inspired by a new reader pointing out that Heretic's Altar is the #1 hit when you Google "Ray Comfort is retarded," I am bringing back my Ray-Bashing posts. I'll try to hit this place with at least one a week. The hard part is trying to figure out which is the worst of Ray's atrocities against reason and language each week. Seriously, this guy is that bad. Here you go, enjoy:

Dear Ray,

Thanks for telling all of us stupid atheists what we know...or what you think we know...or what you say we can't possibly know...or what you are pretty sure we aren't certain of...or...you see where this kind of "reasoning" is going right? It's all nonsense, Mr. Comfort. To refresh everyone's memories, here is what one of your recent posts says:
As a professing atheist, you can’t be "sure" of anything. You don’t know that there is no God. You don’t know if Hell is a reality. All you have is your beliefs (faith) that God and Hell don’t exist. You have faith in what you believe. You can’t be sure that the sky is blue (it’s not), or that the sun rises (it doesn’t). You don’t know for certain that the blue or the red that you see is actually the same colors that others see. You don’t know if evolution is true, or even if a rock is "hard," because you have no concrete definition of what "hard" is, other than what a dictionary tells you and what you have come to believe from the beliefs of others. For all you know, you might be insane and have twisted perceptions of what others see as reality. That’s why knowing God is such a wonderful thing. It’s because He knows the thoughts of everyone that has ever existed, and He is ever-present on every planet to determine if there are or are not green leprechauns.

First of all, genius, I don't know one single atheist worth his/her salt that takes anything for granted because that is what one out-dated book (with fifty+ different translations over millenia) has told them. You run around in circles trying to...hmm I don't want to use the word "prove" here because nothing you have ever said amounts to proof of anything but your own pathetic grasp of humanity...You run around in circles trying to convince people that an optical illusion is proof that nothing is true but your bible. You use some pre-school style philosophy to try and tell us that what we see may not be what we see. And you do all of this without ever considering your own glaring contradictions that everything you say applies to your OWN FUCKING BIBLE! Wow, someone show me a louder, more self-deluded and annoying street preacher...I just don't believe it's possible.

Please, Ray, put down the Kool-Aid and tell me how one self-contradictary book can be "true," while things like rocks being hard can be subject to interpretation. If I wouldn't get arrested for it, I would love to show you what the "concrete definition of 'hard' is," preferably with concrete.

Finally, Ray Comfort, aside from being the true definition of a religious nutcase (yeah "true definition," I said it), you have made one of the same tired old arguments that atheists are sick of hearing...For some reason (there I go using that "R" word around your name again), all your type seem to think that the burden of proof rests with us. *sigh* We are not trying to prove anything fantastic. We are not positing the existence of the supernatural. We learn. We ask questions. We never take the first or easiest answer as truth. We ask more questions of more sources and are never satisfied with "the gist of things."

Real atheists do not deal in absolutes when it comes to things outside of our understanding. I have written and read plenty of poetry and I can absolutely say that a sonnet is fourteen lines of prose. Wow...I do know something. Here is something I cannot absolutely say: Ray Comfort is a retarded monkey-man with half of a brain. I just don't have your IQ scores, MRIs or genetic sequence...but I can guess...I suppose that makes it something I can take on faith, right?

One more thing (I know I wrote "Finally" earlier, but I wasn't absolutely finished), "For all you know, you might be insane and have twisted perceptions of what others see as reality." If I could, I would pray to your god that this be the case and that you are just a psychotically induced delusion...But, I don't have much faith in that.

Return of Ray Bashing! Yay!

Inspired by a new reader pointing out that Heretic's Altar is the #1 hit when you Google "Ray Comfort is retarded," I am bringing back my Ray-Bashing posts. I'll try to hit this place with at least one a week. The hard part is trying to figure out which is the worst of Ray's atrocities against reason and language each week. Seriously, this guy is that bad. Here you go, enjoy:

Dear Ray,

Thanks for telling all of us stupid atheists what we know...or what you think we know...or what you say we can't possibly know...or what you are pretty sure we aren't certain of...or...you see where this kind of "reasoning" is going right? It's all nonsense, Mr. Comfort. To refresh everyone's memories, here is what one of your recent posts says:
As a professing atheist, you can’t be "sure" of anything. You don’t know that there is no God. You don’t know if Hell is a reality. All you have is your beliefs (faith) that God and Hell don’t exist. You have faith in what you believe. You can’t be sure that the sky is blue (it’s not), or that the sun rises (it doesn’t). You don’t know for certain that the blue or the red that you see is actually the same colors that others see. You don’t know if evolution is true, or even if a rock is "hard," because you have no concrete definition of what "hard" is, other than what a dictionary tells you and what you have come to believe from the beliefs of others. For all you know, you might be insane and have twisted perceptions of what others see as reality. That’s why knowing God is such a wonderful thing. It’s because He knows the thoughts of everyone that has ever existed, and He is ever-present on every planet to determine if there are or are not green leprechauns.

First of all, genius, I don't know one single atheist worth his/her salt that takes anything for granted because that is what one out-dated book (with fifty+ different translations over millenia) has told them. You run around in circles trying to...hmm I don't want to use the word "prove" here because nothing you have ever said amounts to proof of anything but your own pathetic grasp of humanity...You run around in circles trying to convince people that an optical illusion is proof that nothing is true but your bible. You use some pre-school style philosophy to try and tell us that what we see may not be what we see. And you do all of this without ever considering your own glaring contradictions that everything you say applies to your OWN FUCKING BIBLE! Wow, someone show me a louder, more self-deluded and annoying street preacher...I just don't believe it's possible.

Please, Ray, put down the Kool-Aid and tell me how one self-contradictary book can be "true," while things like rocks being hard can be subject to interpretation. If I wouldn't get arrested for it, I would love to show you what the "concrete definition of 'hard' is," preferably with concrete.

Finally, Ray Comfort, aside from being the true definition of a religious nutcase (yeah "true definition," I said it), you have made one of the same tired old arguments that atheists are sick of hearing...For some reason (there I go using that "R" word around your name again), all your type seem to think that the burden of proof rests with us. *sigh* We are not trying to prove anything fantastic. We are not positing the existence of the supernatural. We learn. We ask questions. We never take the first or easiest answer as truth. We ask more questions of more sources and are never satisfied with "the gist of things."

Real atheists do not deal in absolutes when it comes to things outside of our understanding. I have written and read plenty of poetry and I can absolutely say that a sonnet is fourteen lines of prose. Wow...I do know something. Here is something I cannot absolutely say: Ray Comfort is a retarded monkey-man with half of a brain. I just don't have your IQ scores, MRIs or genetic sequence...but I can guess...I suppose that makes it something I can take on faith, right?

One more thing (I know I wrote "Finally" earlier, but I wasn't absolutely finished), "For all you know, you might be insane and have twisted perceptions of what others see as reality." If I could, I would pray to your god that this be the case and that you are just a psychotically induced delusion...But, I don't have much faith in that.