Respect faith? Hell no!

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Lizzylo, a recent addition to my long list of detractors commenters seems to think the reason I write this blog is because I yearn for respect.

Well, Lizzylo, let me make this quite clear. I DON’T.

I don’t really care whether you respect me or not. I have never cared whether anyone respects me, even outside of this blog. I don’t demand respect, nor do I give it easily. In my job, I tend to piss off a lot of colleagues because I demand competency and productivity. But in the process, I make a whole lot more people happy, including my customers.

I don’t sulk when my colleagues are angry at me for being demanding. I live with it. It’s a trade-off. Similarly, when people respond negatively to my blog posts, I don’t let it affect me. The fact that I tick people off, is actually quite revealing. It puts a smile on my face, just like those positive comments do.

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Another thing I get quite often is quotes from the bible or some other religious text about faith. People seem to think that these texts are authoritative and that I’m supposed to be moved or threatened into submission by them.

Let me make this quite clear. I give ZERO fucks for faith or your holy quotes about it.

I don’t believe your quotes, nor do they scare me or move me in any way whatsoever. I also think faith is a dreadful disease that needs to be eradicated. I’d really like to bash your skull in, but not through violence. All I have to throw at you is words.

So there, I hope that was painful.

Blog High Five

torchThe guys over at WordPress have just reminded me that I’ve been blogging five years today.

That’s small potatoes compared to some veterans here, but for a part-timer like me it’s a big deal. Thanks for sharing this journey with me; all of you who comment and follow. Now where’s that bubbly? Cheers!

 

Why I don’t tweet

Yesterday, a very dear friend of mine posted on Facebook that I am very opinionated, and so she would like to see me on Twitter.

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Well, I do have an opinion on almost everything, so I guess I am opinionated, but hopefully amusingly so. However, here’s why I don’t think I could ever subscribe to Twitter:

  1. 140 characters are hardly enough to express oneself meaningfully. Yes, I like to waffle.
  2. Twitter encourages the texting of internet slang which has become all too pervasive, infecting even those who have been taught proper written language. I’m kinda anal about language and grammar.
  3. Tweets were meant to be composed on portable devices like cellular phones. I hate those things because I really struggle to type on them, whether they have keys or a touch interface. I don’t have fat fingers, just thin patience.
  4. Facebook is already one social network too many. Twitter would be like the third wheel.
  5. The Tweetosphere is already filled with too much noise. I really don’t care what you had for breakfast, nor do I suspect do you care that I’m stuck in traffic.
  6. The pressure to post something to keep your followers interested invariably leads to more noise. I already have that pressure with this blog, and don’t wish to add to it.

Off course I suppose there are benefits, but you can just as well drop me an email to let me know what they are…

God by John Lennon

I’m not usually into commemorating Anniversaries, but there are a few deserving individuals who I’ll make an exception for; Charles Darwin being one and John Lennon another. This really should have been posted yesterday, but I don’t think John Lennon would mind too much about me missing the anniversary of what would have been his 70th birthday on the 9th of October.

I am also indebted to Jeff Randall who introduced me to John Lennon’s God, on his blog Thinking Critically, from where I poached the lyrics too. Remember a legend and enjoy!

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God is a concept
By which we measure
Our pain
I’ll say it again
God is a concept
By which we measure
Our pain

I don’t believe in magic
I don’t believe in I-ching
I don’t believe in Bible
I don’t believe in tarot
I don’t believe in Hitler
I don’t believe in Jesus
I don’t believe in Kennedy
I don’t believe in Buddha
I don’t believe in Mantra
I don’t believe in Gita
I don’t believe in Yoga
I don’t believe in kings
I don’t believe in Elvis
I don’t believe in Zimmerman
I don’t believe in Beatles
I just believe in me
Yoko and me
And that’s reality

The dream is over
What can I say?
The dream is over
Yesterday
I was the Dreamweaver
But now I’m reborn
I was the Walrus
But now I’m John
And so dear friends
You’ll just have to carry on
The dream is over

It’s Friday Night and I’m Cleaning Up My Blog While Sipping on a Vodka Lemonade

I had some trouble over the last few days with my blog’s home page appearance. For some reason my sidebar disappeared and then reappeared at the bottom of the page. I could not view one of my posts on the home page; the one about Zimbabwe’s fantastic inflation rate. I tried changing themes and became quite exasperated, when nothing seemed to work.

I cannot believe that at one point, I even suspected Mugabe’s henchmen of sabotaging my blog page because of the post I made about the inflation. Eventually, the Vodka’s worked their magic and I have now managed to change the theme and appearance and everything seems to be in the right place.

I hope you will like the new simple white and grey theme, nothing fancy. I’m sure my Christian colleague from work will appreciate the change from the previous dark black scheme, which incidentally led him to believe I was linked to Satanism. Strange people, these religious types; who seem to immediately associate black with Satanism. Now that the appearance has changed, I wonder which freak cult or religious abomination he will now associate me with?