Category Archives: Evolution
Troll-Mail
Now, I’ve gotten a lot of hate mail from various places. Most of it has been on my YouTube channel, back when I was more actively posting, and some has been on my pro-choice blog. I guess that is to be expected. I can’t say that I really mind. I don’t care much what other people, especially anti-choice misogynists (same thing, really) think of me. Besides, it makes for some amusing blog fodder.
Feeling much the same way as a dog-owner does when she discovers a “present” in her living room with her foot, I found this pile of dog shit on the About section of this blog. It’s from yet another anti, of course. This is one that’s been pestering me for some time on Twitter, apparently believing that his mindless rants about imaginary babies and equally imaginary gods are totally unique (and not the same crap I’ve seen a million times) and will convince me that women are, as he believes, nothing more than breeding machines rather than full human beings whose lives matter.
Thank You for not having children…
It’s so amazing how I can be thanked for not having something I’ve never wanted to begin with. What’s even more amazing is that this anti apparently doesn’t see the irony of him saying this, seeing as he’s a member of the group of people who deceptively call themselves “prolife” (or, as I like to call them, misogynist scum) and makes it his business to force people to have babies against their will.
If that is your attitude towards them, then you are helping the world by not reproducing! (NOT ment in a hateful manner)
If what is my attitude towards children? I’ll point out now that this comment doesn’t seem to be a clear response to anything. It’s just a comment on my About page, where my only mentions of children have been stating that I don’t have or want them. I don’t see how stating that I don’t have and will never have children is expressing an attitude towards children. I was stating a fact about myself, not an opinion about others. If this is meant to be a response to something I’ve said elsewhere, it’s not clear what.
He is right about one thing. I am helping the world by not reproducing. Everyone who knows better than to reproduce and doesn’t do so is helping the world. If only fewer people would reproduce, this world would be a much better place. I wonder how this anti reconciles this fact with his obsessive need to control women by forcing us to carry unwanted pregnancies?
Because the God that you deny exists still loves you very much…Really!
I stress that I haven’t cut anything out of this antis comment. The statement about me helping the world by not breeding is immediately followed by the above line. I am helping the world by not reproducing because god loves me. Never-mind that god isn’t even real, how the fuck does that sentence even make any sense?! Besides that, the grammar-Nazi in me wants to scream that this isn’t even a complete sentence. Because the god that I deny exists and loves me very much… what?
Oh, and which god that I deny are you talking about, delusional misogynist? I don’t just deny your god, but every god. I deny each of them for the exact same reasons. Take your imaginary friend and shove it.
Have a blessed life!
If bigots like you would stay out of it, I would!
P.S. Who created the outdoors that you love so much? Yes, it was God, Because He Loves You!!!
No one. The outdoors aren’t created. The planet and the life that later appeared on it are results of natural processes, which involve no “who,” especially not your imaginary who. I won’t degrade the majesty of nature by wrongfully crediting its existence to your imaginary friend, rather than standing in awe of the natural geological and biological processes spanning billions of years coming together to form the breathtaking environments I so adore. As Douglas Adams once said, ”Isn’t it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”
Random Drunk Vs. “Darwinism”
Something super annoying just happened as I was pulling in to the parking lot of my barracks. I have to write about it, or I’ll be thinking about it all day. Writing is my coping mechanism, it’s how I deal with irritation.
So, as I was saying, I’d just pulled in to the barracks parking lot, in a descent mood as I’d just purchased some black-light and glow-in-the-dark paints for a project I’m working on. Two spaces over, I noticed a group of males drinking in an empty parking space. Why they were doing this, I neither know nor care.
As I turned my engine off, I heard one of the drunks shout.
“You support Darwinism?” He must have noticed the Darwin-fish car emblem I keep on my rear roadside door (there’s a Flying Spaghetti Monster emblem on the opposite side.) Great, a drunk creationist. There went my good mood.
“It’s not Darwinism,” I answered simply. I stepped out of my car and saw a male with sunglasses and a straw hat sitting near the rear of my car. He was in a chair with wheels and had apparently rolled himself over to me as I parked.
“Then why does it say Darwin?” he asked, obviously talking about my emblem.
“The theory is called evolution. And it isn’t something to be in support of, it’s simply reality” It’s not like evolution is a political candidate or American Idol contestant.
“It depends on your theology.” Theology, has there ever been a more useless field of study?
“Theology has nothing to do with it, it’s biology.” I have very little patience for this sort of thing and, frankly, have better things to do than try to educate drunk strangers who, even if sober, would be likely to reject facts anyway.
“Evolution is the rejection of religion.” No, it isn’t.
“No, that’s atheism.” I turned to be on my way. Belligerent drunk strangers pestering me is bad enough, but a proudly ignorant one trying to get into a biology debate with me was just unacceptable.
“Why are you so angry, I was just being friendly.” Apparently, by not having the patience to pretend to take complete nonsense seriously must mean I’m angry.
“I’m not angry.” I wasn’t. I was annoyed. I was annoyed with not only the creationist himself, but also the society, education system, and family that clearly let him down.
“Want some beer?” He shouted to me as I left.
“No.” I don’t drink. Alcohol is bad for your brain, I hear.
