Words

"To move people with words
it is essential to be true and cutting.
If your words are not true and to the point,
the reaction they evoke will be shallow--
who would take them to heart?"

--Zen Lessons, The Art of Leadership

Monday, March 5, 2012

Friday, August 5, 2011

Kyria Abrahams: Never have dinner with Susan Crain Bakos

I really love Kyria Abrahams' book "I'm Perfect, You're Doomed: Tales from a Jehovah's Witness Upbringing."  Despite having published a book that has helped huge numbers of ex-Jehovah's Witnesses laugh at and cope with...well...their upbringing, Kyria has found herself--like many in this tough economy--on the hunt for a job.

A few days ago, Kyria says she met with Susan Crain Bakos, a New York columnist and sexologist who wanted to hire Kyria to do SEO work for her.  The absurdity that occurred at their lunch meeting, as detailed on Kyria's blog, is beyond bizarre.  According to Bakos' own online admission, she has pulled this sort of a dine-and-dash numerous times before...

Kyria Abrahams: Never Have Dinner with Susan Crain Bakos

Friday, November 19, 2010

The Target Audience for Apocalypse Disaster Flicks

If only the Watchtower Bible & Tract Society had the budget, they'd stop with the bad pamphlet illustrations and start making epic disaster films like "2012."  However, in their version, John Cusack's worldy ass would not be getting saved.


Friday, November 12, 2010

Way to go, Focus on the Family!

I present to you a "Day of Dialogue," sponsored by Focus on the Family.  Because sending your kids out to tell other kids that they are sodomites who are going to hell won't increase bullying or teen suicides at all.  


Focus on the Family sponsoring "Day of Dialogue" to counter "Day of Silence," an anti-bullying campaign



Monday, October 18, 2010

Asshole by Nature

Last week we took my mother-in-law in for preliminary tests related to a small cancerous mass recently found in her right lung.


As we searched for open seats in the waiting area of the cardiopulmonary wing, we picked our way through pale people wearing oxygen masks, patients attached to IV drips of chemo and other drugs, women with shaved heads, and a skeletal elderly man toting an insulated lunch bag stuffed with that day's medicine.


When we sat down near the television, an anchor on Fox News was reporting that football star Brett Favre was in hot water for allegedly sending lewd pictures of himself to a female sports reporter.  


"Wouldn't be a problem if there wasn't no female reporters," drawled a voice from behind me.


I turned slightly to see a lanky, stubbly-faced, middle-aged man with a brown mustache and work boots.  He leaned back in his chair and continued his monologue.


"Whadduz she think is gonna happen, walkin' around lookin' like that?  She done shown all her stuff to the world in Playboy an she gonna get all upset cuz a guy sends her a picture of himself?  Gimme a break!  That's what she gets fer walkin' around in a locker room with all them boys in their towels an' stuff..."


His speech was interrupted when the nurse called a name--his or a family member's--and he stepped around IV poles and over patients' feet on his way to the back.


Across from us, a bearded man with ripped blue jeans and a black Harley Davidson T-shirt sat quietly beside his gray-haired mother, playing dejectedly with one of the rivets on the side of her wheeled oxygen tank.  A huge tattoo was scrawled across his muscled forearm:  "Asshole by Nature."




    

What they neglect to mention. At all. Ever.

It all started rather recently, in terms of history, and like so many other cults--it all started with a man.  Not a prophet.  Not a chosen one.  Not a deity or the son of a deity.  Just some guy.

Charles Taze Russell - Founder of what would later be called the Jehovah's Witnesses