Friday, May 25, 2007

Stay In School, Kids

The Unseen Hand

From Editor & Publisher:

About one-third of the American adult population believes the Bible is the actual word of God and is to be taken literally word for word, a new Gallup poll reveals. This percentage is only slightly lower than several decades ago.
There is also a strong relationship between education and belief in a literal Bible, Gallup explains, with such belief becoming much less prevalent as schooling continues.
Belief in the literal word of the Bible is strongest among those whose schooling stopped with high school and declines steadily with educational level, with only 20% of college graduates holding that view and 11% of those with an advanced degree.

So then, using a deductive inference (admittedly, a sketchy bit of business when dealing with the rabidly faithful)...

William Tyndale is God?

Too bad he was burned at the stake for heresy.

Saturday, May 19, 2007

400K buys a whole lot of combs, baby

Combing The Evidence

Begging Mercies For Their Sins

...h/t to Down With Tyranny.

'Are you doing God's work?'

"...While drinking a glass of virgin's blood."

"Am I doing God's work?", by Tim Russert

Well, if one defines 'doing God's work' as hosting a television show that allows the mendacious and malfeasant among American policymakers to muddy the waters of public discourse while one's own cabana boys, the media supplicants who value access to power over investigative reporting, fan one's ego into a torporific state of bliss...

I guess you are.

Sunday, May 13, 2007

Here's One For Mother

Well, she might not have dug that...She was into the clean stuff, like the Beatles, and ice skating...Therefore, explanations for any subjective deviance from the norm will not be forthcoming from that quarter.

Nevertheless, she's a good egg. So, Happy Mother's Day, Mom.


Sunday, May 06, 2007

Good Old Boys

Good Old Boys

Yes, baby, I been drinkin'
And I shouldn't come by I know
But I found myself in trouble, darlin'
And I had nowhere else to go

Got some whisky from the barman
Got some cocaine from a friend
I just had to keep on movin'
Til I was back in your arms again

I'm guilty, baby I'm guilty
And I'll be guilty all the rest of my life
How come I never do what I'm supposed to do
How come nothin' that I try to do ever turns out right?

You know, you know how it is with me baby
You know, you know I just can't stand myself
And it takes a whole lot of medicine
For me to pretend that I'm somebody else

Guilty, by Randy Newman, 1974

Thursday, May 03, 2007