Monday, January 04, 2010

Standard American Christian Response to the Ecological Crisis

1) What ecological crisis?

2) Nothing that bad will ever happen to us.

3) We are the world's benefactors, remember? We ARE the good guys. Period. The Bible tells me so. If anyone has a story in which we are not the good guys, the story must not be true.

4) We have everything under control. We will be more than happy and prepared to respond to any crises that might arise . . . once WE have decided that the crisis is actually happening. If anyone has a story in which we do not have everything under control, the story must not be true.

5) See #2.

6) See #1.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Revelation 12/26

Everything is made by elves
and delivered by reindeer.

Everything comes from the North Pole.
Every day.
Of course.

As long as we behave and do as we're told
the stuff will keep coming.
Our stockings are full,
so we must have been good.
We deserve it. (Santa knows.)

(Santa knows.) We still believe.

Monday, September 28, 2009

Bumper Stickers

DON'T BELIEVE EVERYTHING
YOU THINK

What if the Hokey Pokey
IS what it's all about?

Do not meddle in the affairs of Dragons . . .
for you are Crunchy and good with Ketchup.

Where are we going and
why are we in this handbasket?

I WAS AN
HONOR STUDENT
-----------------------
I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Free


To experience the full brilliance of this comic, visit the 'xkcd' website here, drag the mouse over the picture, and rest it there for a second.

: ) !

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Gleaning

Too many Rainier cherries
the woman said
Come on over--
my neighbor's orchard--
the perfect crop--
unbought
untouched
priceless.

Too many?
Eyefuls
handfuls
mouthfuls--
Heaven
is an orchard.
Enough.
And more.

(Muchas gracias, Rosalio Morales. El "producto de Dios" es bueno.)

Poem: Bitter-sweet

by George Herbert, 17th century poet and priest:

Ah my deare angrie Lord,
Since thou dost love, yet strike;
Cast down, yet help afford;
Sure I will do the like.

I will complain, yet praise;
I will bewail, approve:
and all my sowre sweet dayes
I will lament, and love.



Found in this lovely article here.

Friday, May 29, 2009

Song: Handlebars

by Flobots