The white man came and smoked the peace pipe and lied his promises.
It was downhill for the sacred herb that brought calm and focus after that.
It was downhill for the sacred herb that brought calm and focus after that.
Afterlife FAQs
If you don’t find what you’re looking for, make something up.
Why do we die?
“Same old” would be an eternal curse without death. We need the fertilizer and the space.
Is there a God?
If you want. Life’s a better game with referee.
Why so many religions?
Why so many sports? Or races, languages, flora, music, insect species? Why is it unfair to answer a question with a question?
Which religion is right?
The one whose snowballs survive hell.
Original sin?
Originality is up to the porter’s imagination. If guilt keeps knocking, sin was involved.
Do atheists have an afterlife?
They make just as good fertilizer as televangelists.
Heaven / Hell?
Two-sided coin. One’s definitely better. Your call.
Good and evil?
The weakest intelligence interprets their enemies as evil. The sorriest lot is the crowd inflicting their idea of the almighty good.
Aliens?
Glad you asked.
Dinosaurs?
As great a lesson in fertilizer as Michele Bachmann orating.
Reincarnation?
The highest intellects say energy never dies, who are we to argue?
What’s the meaning of life?
What’s the meaning of a cupcake if you only devour it to make fertilizer? Share your cupcake, think it over together.
“Same old” would be an eternal curse without death. We need the fertilizer and the space.
Is there a God?
If you want. Life’s a better game with referee.
Why so many religions?
Why so many sports? Or races, languages, flora, music, insect species? Why is it unfair to answer a question with a question?
Which religion is right?
The one whose snowballs survive hell.
Original sin?
Originality is up to the porter’s imagination. If guilt keeps knocking, sin was involved.
Do atheists have an afterlife?
They make just as good fertilizer as televangelists.
Heaven / Hell?
Two-sided coin. One’s definitely better. Your call.
Good and evil?
The weakest intelligence interprets their enemies as evil. The sorriest lot is the crowd inflicting their idea of the almighty good.
Aliens?
Glad you asked.
Dinosaurs?
As great a lesson in fertilizer as Michele Bachmann orating.
Reincarnation?
The highest intellects say energy never dies, who are we to argue?
What’s the meaning of life?
What’s the meaning of a cupcake if you only devour it to make fertilizer? Share your cupcake, think it over together.
Angry Blonde III
Possibly guiltcadge.com is mythical. Possibly Virginia
legislators are misogynists.
legislators are misogynists.
Religion: No Pain, No Game
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| Avowed hippy atheist mesmerizes masses |
Scoff at your peril— these people don’t merely control billions of dollars, they control billions of minds. With hypnotic, addictive, even deadly power.
Fortunately, there is but one talisman record of the new religion—a thumb-sized covenant—and nobody outside the gaming geek universe has the slightest idea wtf it is about. Alarmingly, its rapidly evolving mystical power has already caused shame, outrage, banishment and persecution. Volcanoes are involved.
It’s uncertain where this is heading; check back in 2,000 years.
But You’d Buy It, Right?
there’s no other excuse for it.
Mr. Jobs, you had a cosmic run—RIP.
Swampman Stops Smoking
Life, Liberty and the Cheroot of Happiness
(A continuing history of a comic strip for a small universe)
Filed under “we have the leaders we deserve,” these smoke
out the difference between an optimist and a pessimist...
The optimist smiles beatifically, says “this is the best of all
possible worlds”— the pessimist reflects a minute, grimaces
and replies, “yeah, you’re right.”
News flash: “one man, one vote” is history— welcome to “one corporation, all the votes you can buy!”
Wikileaks?—it’s not so much selective memory as selective amnesia...
Filed under “we have the leaders we deserve,” these smoke out the difference between an optimist and a pessimist...
The optimist smiles beatifically, says “this is the best of all
possible worlds”— the pessimist reflects a minute, grimaces
and replies, “yeah, you’re right.”
Wikileaks?—it’s not so much selective memory as selective amnesia...
Id, ego, super-ego — and putzes
(a continuing look back at a comic strip for a small universe)
Stuff constantly goes over our heads that we mistake for routine air traffic
Occasional unforeseen events intrude...
but perseverance and character strength get us through.
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