Clearing the Air

Now that HBO has exposed Scientology so thoroughly, the world can see first-hand the evils that religious tax exemptions offer religious scammers. The quick and easy solution is for the IRS to remove their tax exempt status ASAP.  In order to abate the argument that Scientology will make about being ‘unfairly singled out’, let’s do the same with all the other religions as it is patently obvious many of them are meddling in secular affairs they shouldn’t be involved in.

Why should the tax payers be underwriting an assault on the freedoms we all hold dear?  Christopher Hitchens isn’t around to remind us that Religion Poisons Everything, but even without him around to remind us, it’s painfully obvious.

No more free rides for religion.  End all religious tax exemptions and let God sort ’em out. If they are truly blessed it ought not be a problem for them to survive. Enjoy.

Blaming Xenu

Despite creationist protestations to the contrary , I understand that I can’t “prove” that Jeebus “speaks” to me with any kind of scientific rigor, (at least not the kind that actual scientists “believe in“).

In the hazy shadows provided by the dictates of “non overlapping magisteria“, Jeebus has every right to reach out to anybody he wants and to tag any old reprobate as his messenger, making me as logical a choice as anybody, now that Hitch is dead.

The message Jeebus seems to be beaming to me lately is, like the visions of TV show psychics and spiritualists, a tad lacking in specifics.  If you don’t keep that foremost in your mind, you could end up as crazy as a teenage kid bent on digging around a forest for mysterious Golden Plates.

It is undoubtedly just part of Jeebusmysterious ways that the messages people get from him are so often mixed and garbled.  With all those caveats in mind, the BEST I can sort out of Jeebus’ message to me, because of background chatter from the Xenu Inter-Galactic Network, is this:

Whenever anybody “likes”, “retweets”, “follows”, “favorites” or “subscribes” to any of my web posts, Jeebus bends down and pats his dog on the head, baby bunnies smile, and at least one old man gets a tingle in his nether regions.

So it is written. So it shall be done.