Showing posts with label god the designer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label god the designer. Show all posts

Saturday, January 16, 2016

PEPPERMINT FARTS















PEPPERMINT BRAIN FARTS









PIGS:  THE PHILOSOPHERS OF THE ANIMAL WORLD


the Ol'Buzzard

Friday, January 16, 2015

A BUZZARD EGG OMELET #28






In this cycle of Islamic terrorism all the progressive pundits on radio and TV are declaring that the problem is not the religion, but a few religious extremist who must be blamed. 


   

But, of course, it is the religion.   Not just ‘their’ religion but all religions.

  

The tenant of all religions are ludicrous when separated and viewed outside the context of religion.

Just the idea of an all knowing and infallible super designer that created the perfect earth and universe just to house his special creatures – created in his likeness…    Really?



As an engineer this Guy sucks.    I wouldn't let him build a shed.    His design of the female system is example enough.   The parts all look good but as far as reliability they break down and spend more time in the shop than a Chrysler minivan. 

  

I have heard it said that God is female; but why would She inflect childbirth, periods, PMS, menopause, urinary tract infections, vaginal problems, ovarian cancer, breast cancer and all the other maladies that plague the female system onto her sisterhood? 





 
And why is it men want sex all the time and women would rather paint their toe nails?  


 
Next to sex the greatest pleasure is food.   I love eggs, maybe more than bacon.   Why is it that all the good foods are poisonous to our system and bean curds and broccoli are good for you?   What kind of sick shit is that?  Who designed this?



Then there are all the ruled – each religion has their own list and interpretation.     Also, the quandary of who is going to heaven with you and who is not; who you are supposed to like and who are you supposed to disdain - the religious inspired bigotry and violence that encompasses every nation at the insistence of religions.
  
All this on the promise of some insubstantial glorious life after death in some otherworldly utopia.
  
Without this vague promise of life after death there would be no religions. 



Marx called religion the opiate of the people; but, it would be better described as the curse of the human race.

the Ol’Buzzard