As a proud member of the Evil Atheist Conspiracy (which doesn’t actually exist, and if it did, wouldn’t really be evil much…)
…I approve this message…
As a proud member of the Evil Atheist Conspiracy (which doesn’t actually exist, and if it did, wouldn’t really be evil much…)
…I approve this message…
For centuries the philosophical debates have raged…

Believers insist that true butter possesses incredible properties, as illustrated in this “artist’s conception…”

Since scientists have never been able to achieve these results, most have concluded that real butter has never been observed, and many openly doubt its existence. Believers, however, maintain the reason for butter’s hiddenness is that the leprechauns keep stealing it.

When, oh, when will people stop doing things that expectedly make people smile?
Never, I hope.
Meet Knitta.
The official web site of Knitta, Please.
The Bastard Fairies have just released twelve tracks of their new album Memento Mori as a free download here.
All you Mormons who like cussing, you are going to hell
All you preachers who like fucking, you are going to hell
Little boys that choke the chicken, you are going to hell
It’s the nature of evolution, the dinosaurs went to hell
Hell, hell, hell
It’s a wonderful place
It’s a place of fire and brimstone
All you Christian politicians, you are going to hell
Magic Jesus apparitions send you to hell
Buddhist monks without god, you are going to hell
Those of you dissecting frogs, you are going to hell
Hell, hell, hell
It’s a wonderful place
It’s a place of fire and brimstone
(The guy is reading God Is Not Great by Christopher Hitchens)
All you Catholics wearing condoms, you are going to hell
All us fatties eating bonbons, we are going to hell
Unbaptized babies learn to limbo, purgatory’s hell
And your religion is a gamble and you are going to hell
Hell, hell, hell
It’s a wonderful place
It’s a place of fire and brimstone
Check this shit out
It’s gonna change your life:
There once was a man who thought that if he ate all the pages in the bible he could kill most anything
In 1913 he died of a stroke when he tried to eat the book of kings
Eat the book of kings
I just noticed that, not content to have been exposed only once, hoaxer Michel Gondry came back with another “remarkable feat”, (pun sort of intended) just asking for a good debunking. This time he claimed that he could solve a Rubik’s Cube in under a minute with only his nose! Let’s watch as he tries to trick us…
Now being no slouch himself, some random YouTuber (who sounds almost, but not quite, entirely unlike like Brian Flemming) took it upon himself to again expose the ruse which (to the untrained eye) may have seemed slightly uncanny. The reality is far more mundane.
But Gondry is a slippery fellow, and like Uri Geller, I know he will be back again and again to bedazzle and mislead the weak minded…
The first video below inspired me to find some other interesting backwards-shot clips. I also showed my sons (7 and 3) how we could use iMovie to do our own fun backwards videos.
As revealed by Brian Flemming, creator of The God Who Wasn’t There.

Watch it (almost) as it was shot here.

Pay special attention to the last scene.

Two of my favorite commentators together! Bill Maher sends sex columnist Dan Savage to the South Carolina to investigate the electorate’s attitudes.
As my previous posting on Ronald Weinland has garnered almost 250 comments and is now rather unwieldy, and as we still have some time to go before we know for certain whether he is as false as I strongly suspect him to be, I am closing comments on the old thread and letting the discussion continue here.
Part Man, Part Monkey by Bruce Springsteen
They prosecuted some poor sucker in these United States
For teaching that man descended from the apes
They coulda settled that case without a fuss or fight
If they’d seen me chasin’ you, sugar, through the jungle last night
They’da called in that jury and a one two three said
Part man, part monkey, definitely
Well the church bell rings from the corner steeple
Man in a monkey suit swears he’ll do no evil
Offers his lover’s prayer but his soul lies
Dark and driftin’ and unsatisfied
Well hey bartender, tell me whaddaya see
Part man, part monkey, looks like to me
Well the night is dark, the moon is full
The flowers of romance exert their pull
We talk awhile, my fingers slip
I’m hard and crackling like a whip
Well did God make man in a breath of holy fire
Or did he crawl on up out of the muck and mire
Well the man on the street believes what the bible tells him so
Well you can ask me, mister, because I know
Tell them soul-suckin’ preachers to come on down and see
Part man, part monkey, baby that’s me