Archive for the ‘Bullshit’ Category

Chip off the Old Blockhead

Thursday, May 21st, 2009

Back when I was a creationist (I still shudder admitting that) I was a big fan of a man who called himself ‘Dr. Dino.’ Dr. Dino had a website with free videos, where he explained how evolution was false, how the geological column resulted from sediment settling out during Noah’s flood, and how the freemasons were a satanic cult that laid out the streets of Washington DC in the form of a pentagram. I thought the guy was a genius.

Turns out, Dr. Dino, whose real name is Kent Hovind, wasn’t a doctor at all. He got his degree from a Cracker Jack box known as Patriot University, and he was pretty much full of shit. The so called “Hovind Theory” of creation, which held that dinosaurs were just plain old lizards whose growth was unhampered by UV rays due to an imagined layer of ice that used to float around in the upper atmosphere, could be dismantled by a three minute visit to Talk Origins.

These days, Kent is doing time for tax evasion, but his son Eric has taken up the sword with his new website CreationMinute.com. It’s essentially a rehash of the same old tripe his dad was peddling, but now with fancier graphics + handsomer front man! It doesn’t hurt that Eric lacks his father’s demeanor of “at any moment I’m going to bolt screaming across the room to molest the nearest child.”

Anyway, go check out his idiotic website, and watch him talk about the Big Bang, throwing around the words “something” and “nothing” like he knows what they mean. Oh, and he recently posted a new video about the Grand Canyon. I love it when creatonists talk about the Grand Canyon. It’s always something to the effect of “hmm…isn’t the Grand Canyon strange? It seems to me that it’s evidence against the entire theory of geology and that the God of the Jews is real.”

If you do go, follow the link from Pharyngula, because PZ Myers is trying to win an iPod touch.

Ten Years Gone

Friday, May 8th, 2009

The White House spent close to ten years of my salary to take a picture of Air Force One.

I’m speechless.

Who signed that check? I’m sure it was someone who sits at a desk all day, making barely more than I do, stamping their boss’s signature on checks for hundreds of thousands of dollars.

What does that person do when they go home at night? How do they swallow their dinner knowing that they spent 8 hours shoveling taxpayer money into a furnace in quantities best measured in tens of salaries?

If you tally up all the various taxes we pay (income, social security, sales, etc.) our effective tax rate is close to 50%. The French pay 50%, but it in return they get medical care, retirement, housing subsidies, welfare, and free college. Here, we get pretty pictures of the president’s jet. I think it’s time for a taxpayer revolution.

Modernism Arrives in Your Groin!

Thursday, April 2nd, 2009

…Heralded by this way-too-unsubtle commercial.

If form follows function,  what can we infer from those contained, unadorned, minimalist shrubberies?

Girl, you’ll be a woman soon. Soon, you’ll need a man(go).

Thursday, February 12th, 2009

Today, in my internet wanderings, I came across the following ad:

Because nothing says I love you like a fleshy tropical fruit with an enormous pit.

Circum-locution

Friday, January 23rd, 2009

I am circumcised, and have spent most of my life believing that circumcision was the right thing to do. However at some point in the recent past, it hit me like a ton of bricks: there are people out there who still have their foreskins intact. A lot of them in fact: most of my good friends and the people I have lived with still have the jacket on their little firefighter. As it turns out, I am actually the odd one out in my circle of friends, so I was recently driven to question the practice of removing the male prepuce.After doing a lot of research, and coming to the hard realization that I had lost something that I would never get back, I changed my mind. I now believe that circumcision is barbaric, unneccesary, and a terrible way to welcome your child into the world.

As you might imagine, I am a tad bitter about the whole affair, and while I don’t blame my parents for doing what they thought was best, I do take issue with the pervasive opinion that forcibly removing part of a child’s genitals is a good idea, and I have taken it as my charge to challenge circumcision at birth* whenever possible.

The most common reason I hear for circumcision is the same reason I was originally circumcised: religious affiliation. Now that I’m an atheist, I couldn’t imagine a worse reason to do anything, let alone subjecting your infant to surgery. However, I’d expect even the religious could appreciate that their children may not share their faith when they become adults. Given that in recent years, people have been changing faiths or abandoning faith altogether at unprecedented rates, any loving parent should concede that committing their child to one religion through body modification is unfair. They should at least wait until the age of consent.

Another commonly cited argument is that circumcision prevents disease. There is in fact a tenuous correlation between circumcision and lower incidences of contracting HIV, penile cancer, and–for female partners of circumcised men—cervical cancer. However, there is no disease circumcision combats that could not otherwise be prevented by good hygiene or responsible sexual behavior. More importantly, it shouldn’t even matter what the benefits are, as long as it’s such a violation of personal liberty. One could argue that giving a newborn gastric bypass surgery would lower their chances of obesity and diabetes later in life, but this conjecture would and thrown out before the benefits are even weighed, because it’s so ludicrous. Other than circumcision, there’s no other elective procedure I could subject my child to at birth , and still be considered a responsible parent.

Circumcision proponents often point out that a circumcised penis is cleaner. They’re right: it is cleaner. But to use an all-too-fitting expression, don’t cut off your nose to spite your face. Removing the prepuce is a high price to pay for genital cleanliness, as would be removing the ear for auricular cleanliness. No sane person would suggest cutting off their children’s outer ears just because they have to wash behind them. As with any other part of the body that requires care, you have to teach your kids to take care of their penises. We teach our children to brush their teeth, wipe their behinds, and wear tampons; cleaning under the prepuce is just part of the maintenance that comes with the human body.

To make a brief speculative aside, I believe the cleanliness issue may have played a part in the origin of the practice, but not in the way you might suspect. Uncircumcised genitals require extra care at bathtime. Thus, in the sexually repressive Abrahamic religions, mandating that the prepuce be removed ensured that the appendage wouldn’t draw any more attention then necessary. Another possibility is that circumcision was a rite of passage, whose intention was to demonstrate the machismo of the male undergoing it, as it still is in parts of Africa. Over time, the importance of the act as a rite of passage may have dwindled, but its importance to cultural identity remained, so men chose to perform the procedure on their children.

This brings me to another common contention of circumcision supporters, which is that circumcision doesn’t hurt if the child is young enough. However, if you have ever seen a circumcision, you cannot maintain this opinion. The procedure is manifestly painful, and doctors rarely use anaesthesia. It’s so painful in fact, that babies frequently go into shock. Entirely incapable of crying, their bodies flip into “I’m gonna die” mode. But since an infant does not have the vocal or expressive capabilities of an adult human, so it only seems not to hurt them. The cues that an individual is in mortal pain are not in the expressive range of a newborn, so parents may not realize the harm they are inflicting upon him. Therefore, although there is no evidence of a pain in the long term, it’s devious to assume that this constititues evidence for a lack of pain.

Another common rationalization is that the infant won’t remember it later in life. However, this is a poor reason to hurt to someone you love. I don’t remember being in a crib, so my parents could have gotten away with keeping me in a cardboard box, but they didn’t.

Many circumcision proponents make an appeal to tradition. As a friend of mine once jokingly said “it’s just one of those things you do. You drive on the right side of the road and you get circumcised.” But as someone who is already generally suspicious of tradition, this argument has to be one of the worst for circumcision. Even if we’ve been doing something since time immemorial, that does not lend any legitimacy to it. On the contrary, I think it is one of our highest moral imperatives to closely examine our traditions to see if they are worth passing on. Just think of all the barbaric traditions we have abandoned: slavery, public execution, denying women the right to vote or own property, corsets, foot binding, hair shirts, etc. In the end, I prefer to think of appealing to tradition as “I refuse to evaluate the prudence of my actions, because no one else has.” That does not constitute an argument.

The final argument for circumcision is the one I understand least: aesthetics. Many women—and some men—claim that a circumcised penis is more pleasing to the eye. Well, I believe a man’s right make it to adulthood with intact genitalia trumps a woman’s or a parent’s right to impose their aesthetic preference on a defenseless child. If a man wants to have his penis modified, he should wait until his eighteenth birthday, as he must for tattoos and other body modification.

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So circumcision isn’t a good idea, but who’s to say it’s a bad one? It could still be true that while the procedure is ethically questionable, it’s ultimately harmless. In point of fact, a strong case can be built against circumcision. There are various studies that have identified a strong correlation between circumcision and decreased penile sensitivity, but I won’t go into that here. I feel there is a strong enough case without it. Moreover, there are likely members of my audience for whom risk of genital desensitization would not bear heavily on their choice to circumcize.

I feel the strongest ethical argument against male genital mutilation is the simplest: it isn’t your body, it isn’t your choice. The slight chance that the child may grow up to be like me, and wish the procedure had never been done, should give parents pause. Modifying the body of an unconsenting individual is cruel, regardless of their age.

When it comes down to it though, there are some really gruesome facts about circumcision that most people don’t know. It often results in deformity of the penis, and can ruin sexual pleasure entirely. Like any surgery, circumcisions can be botched, and they often are. Removing thirty to fifty percent of the skin from an organ the size of an almond is a risky endeavor, and if the procedure is performed incorrectly, or if the penis heals improperly, there can be terrible consequences [warning, this section links to graphic material]. The skin can heal too tightly on one side of the penis, resulting in erectile curvature. Too much skin can be removed, causing tearing or stretching of the remaining tissue during erection. Or instead, pubic skin can be drawn upward onto the shaft, resulting in a freakish condition known as ‘hairy shaft.’ Another risk is that the skin heals itself to the glans of the penis, forming what’s called a skin bridge. These side-effects are all too common, but once in a blue moon, something really bad happens. Keep in mind that an infant’s penis is very small and delicate, and thus very hard to operate on. Sometimes the entire glans is removed along with the prepuce, leaving a penis with no head. In the worst case scenario, a child’s penis is mutilated so completely, that it has to be removed. In certain cases, the child may even die. I am not making this up, this happens.

Do the perceived benefits of circumcision warrant these risks? Is the prospect of HIV or VD so terrifying that we should jeopardize our children’s sex lives? Is adhering to tradition so imperative that we must do so even when faced with these dangers? I say no.

For a naturalist like me, the final argument is that we evolved the foreskin for a reason; if it had no function, or were harmful to the organism, it would have been bred out a long time ago. Granted, there may not be an immediately obvious function for the thing, and we may be able to live without it, but it’s still part of our biology. It’s still part of what it is to be an intact human male, and no one has the right to take that away.

*I feel it necessary to specify at birth because I really don’t care if people do it when they are adults. Just like I don’t care if they are into S&M, testicle torture, genital peircing, or any of the other weird ass shit adults have the right to engage in. Just don’t do it to kids.

How Ridic It Really Is…

Monday, January 12th, 2009

Whereas This is Bullshit

Tuesday, January 6th, 2009

House Resolution 847
In the House of Representatives, U. S.,
December 11, 2007.

Whereas Christmas, a holiday of great significance to Americans and many other cultures and nationalities, is celebrated annually by Christians throughout the United States and the world;

Whereas there are approximately 225,000,000 Christians in the United States, making Christianity the religion of over three-fourths of the American population;

Whereas there are approximately 2,000,000,000 Christians throughout the world, making Christianity the largest religion in the world and the religion of about one-third of the world population;

Whereas Christians and Christianity have contributed greatly to the development of western civilization;

Whereas the United States, being founded as a constitutional republic in the traditions of western civilization, finds much in its history that points observers back to its Judeo-Christian roots;

Whereas on December 25 of each calendar year, American Christians observe Christmas, the holiday celebrating the birth of their savior, Jesus Christ;

Whereas for Christians, Christmas is celebrated as a recognition of God’s redemption, mercy, and Grace; and

Whereas many Christians and non-Christians throughout the United States and the rest of the world, celebrate Christmas as a time to serve others: Now, therefore, be it
Resolved, That the House of Representatives–

(1) recognizes the Christian faith as one of the great religions of the world;

(2) expresses continued support for Christians in the United States and worldwide;

(3) acknowledges the international religious and historical importance of Christmas and the Christian faith;

(4) acknowledges and supports the role played by Christians and Christianity in the founding of the United States and in the formation of the western civilization;

(5) rejects bigotry and persecution directed against Christians, both in the United States and worldwide; and

(6) expresses its deepest respect to American Christians and Christians throughout the world.

“With the We Like Christians Resolution of 2007, Congress hereby decrees that it likes Christians.

Although this may not effect any offical change in the governance of the United States pursuant to the First Amendment of the Constitution, we nonetheless find it prudent to run out the clock writing completely worthless and borderline illegal legislation.

On the agenda for tomorrow:

1. Adding to the congressional rubber band ball
2. Counting the tiles in the Capitol Dome ceiling
3. Heads up 7up

4. Something to do with taxes, or terrorism (if time allows)”

All the lonely pplz, where do they all come from?

Wednesday, December 17th, 2008

I have been thinking a lot lately about where I came from, and I realized there is a huge problem with Christianity. Where do people come from? I mean, our ’souls’? The obvious reason for the lack of explanation is that religion is entirely a construction of man, and men are far more preoccupied with where they are going when they die than where they were before they were born, but let’s just humor the idea for a moment.

It’s possible, I’m sure, to come up with some half-baked explanation that fits with the bible, but the fact remains that it just doesn’t say. That’s right, the book of infinite wisdom, and everything you would ever need to know, provides no answer. I think that we should let that sink in.

We could imagine, as I am sure Christians do, that souls are created at the moment of conception, but then where do all the spontaneously aborted fetuses go? Heaven, or hell? They surely haven’t had the chance to sin yet, so they must go to heaven, right? If so, abortion should be OK, right? Christian women should be happy to abort their babies if it guarantees that they will go to heaven. One sin, for which they can be forgiven, can be their child’s ticket to everlasting bliss. Seems like a worthy sacrifice to me.

The alternative to this is of course that the soul is created the body some time later in the pregnancy, but then their whole ‘moment of conception’ pro-life stand is bullshit.

The other explanation is that we exist before, and that god assigns us a body. If that is so, then our souls have to be somewhere, heaven or hell, before conception. Nothing leaves hell, and unless you are a Catholic, heaven is the only alternative, so we have all experienced heaven before. Following that line of logic, since god is omniscient, he knows before we are born if, at conception, he is sentencing a sinless being to hell. Which makes him a pretty cruel motherfucker to go through with it. If we all stop having kids, however, then they can’t go to hell, and when we die, every family member we would ever have would meet us graciously at the gates of heaven. We could forgo the apocalypse, and all join god’s army, and single-handedly destroy sin. You may argue that that would be tampering with the will of god, but if anything ever happens at all, it must be the will of god. God allowed Hitler. In fact, me saying this right now is the will of god.

Shit! How easy it is to slip into this nonsense.

The point is, where we come from says a lot more about metaphysics than where we are going, and we are left to imagine. The bible explains nothing — not like we didn’t already know that — , but the only explanations we have are sheer fantasy, concocted on the spot to fill in the gaps that the religion has left, and if you are religious, you know damn good and well that, as you were reading this, you were trying desperately to fill in the gaps.

I have the answer for you though: religion is fake. There is no reason to believe in any of it, other than being indoctrinated at a young age, and having a mind so weak that you cannot cope with death, so that you have to make believe you are going to live forever. Where do we come from? Nowhere. And we are soon to be going back. If you can’t wrap your head around the impermanence and inconsequentiality of your life, then you are arrogant indeed.

Merry Christmas.

Gripe

Tuesday, December 16th, 2008

I don’t normally consider my colorblindness a handicap, because there are far more serious disabilities, but from time to time it really gets to me that I can’t tell when meat is done, or what color a highlighter is.

One recent incident that really got on my nerves was at a dinner for an SFSU orientation. When we signed in, they gave us survey cards to fill out. Since there were so many people, they had to split the dinner service between two floors, and guess how we were supposed to tell which floor we got to eat on? That’s right, the color of our survey cards. Problem was, the cards were fluorescent pink and purple: two of the colors I can’t easily distinguish. So, I was left with a choice between potentially showing up at the wrong dinner line, and asking a complete stranger what color my card was. I went with the latter because I thought it would be less embarassing.

Again, I know that this isn’t that serious of a disability, but it is really frustrating sometimes. One of the worst things is color-coded topographical features. Like this map of France, which supposedly shows a geographical feature called the ‘Massif Central.’ Not like I could ever tell.

Massif Central

(Keep in mind that I have the most difficulty with orange, red, green, and yellow, because I see them all as the same color: your yellow)

It’s true that it isn’t colorblindness per se, rather a color deficiency in the warm end of the spectrum, so I can usually tell what is going on if I look hard enough, but for some reason, neon colors are near impossible. This means that for all these color-keyed things, like maps and diagrams, I usually have to resign myself to not getting it.

I just wish people could be a little more sensitive to my kind. I feel bad comparing colorblindness to a real disability, but there are surely more of us than, let’s say, wheelchair bound people, and they seem to get accommodated at great expense. All it would take for us is using different colors for color coding. It’s not like there aren’t plenty of them.

La Cabeza

Monday, December 15th, 2008

I keep getting these terrible headaches lately. I don’t know where they come from, because there is no common denominator between their occurrences. They happen when I drink, or when I abstain from drinking; when I am stressed or relaxed; tired or awake; when I have had coffee, and when I haven’t; when I am dehydrated, or not. It’s really bothersome.

Usually I don’t tell anyone about it, because they go away on their own, and I already have a bit of a reputation as a hypochondriac, but twice in the last couple months they have been so bad that I thought I was going to die. The last time I went to the emergency room, and I thought it was a reaction to some medicine I was taking. They gave me a Cat Scan, and sent me home, and I felt better.

Last night I had another bad one though. It set in around 9 PM, and I tried to sleep it off, but I woke up within an hour of going to bed, and I was really disoriented. It felt a little like being high on pot, you know, that fractured reality feeling. The best way I can describe it is like my whole world was cardboard cutouts, like the ocean waves they use in theater. Plus there was this tickly feeling like the one you get in your throat when you are eating a cold hot dog. The whole world felt tickly that way. The pain was only on the left side of my head, radiating down into my left ear and neck.

Anyway, it eventually went away, but only after I wandered around in the street for an hour at 2 AM. I didn’t get back to sleep until probably 330 or 4, so naturally I am a little tired today.

I don’t really worry about them because I had that brain scan, but it is still disruptive to my routine, and a little unnerving.