It wouldn’t be a day in my life if I was not exposed to some lobotomy patient’s weak-ass straw man about what atheists are all about. It’s the same old shit, day in and day out and, honestly, it gets older than Keith Richards cryogenically frozen long enough to listen to his own music on
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With the passing of David Bowie, Lemmy Kilmister and my very good friend’s loss of his mother all happening recently, I’ve been thinking a lot about death. Not in the sombre, woe-is-me sense, but just in a sort of curious way. I’ve thought back to all the bleak funerals I’ve been to, and realized they
I got asked this question the other day, so here’s my best answer. What is your take? Do you think there is a specifically “atheist” way of looking at death? Are you afraid of death or dying? Let me know in the comments.
7pm on a Thursday evening. We’re in the little fishing village of Steveston, on Lulu Island in the mouth of the Fraser River, spitting distance from the city lights of Vancouver. It’s pouring rain and windy outside as it is most nights on the South West coast of Canada. On the TV, Pat Sajak’s eyes
If you’re a believer, I bet you clicked on this link because it stirred up some anger in you. I bet you’ve already made up your mind that what I have to say in this blog post is disagreeable to you. Without having read a word, I’d put money on the fact that you’ve decided that
You wanna know what? It’s okay to grieve over a celebrity. It is perfectly acceptable. It doesn’t make you simple or silly or sappy. It makes you a human being. When a recognizable face passes, choruses of heartless loners pipe up and ask why we mourn these celebrity deaths and not the thousands of people
I swear that I had a week’s worth of funny, goofy posts for you this week, but then rapegate 2014 happened and then this morning I awoke to some awful news that an old friend had been killed in a freak accident. While I had never been particularly close with her, many of my friends