by Richard Dawkins

Much of what people do is done in the name of God. Irishmen blow each other up in his name. Arabs blow themselves up in his name. Imams and ayatollahs oppress women in his name. Celibate popes and priests mess up people’s sex lives in his name. Jewish shohets cut live animals’ throats in his name. The achievements of religion in past history — bloody crusades, torturing inquisitions, mass-murdering conquistadors, culture-destroying missionaries, legally enforced resistance to each new piece of scientific truth until the last possible moment — are even more impressive. And what has it all been in aid of? I believe it is becoming increasingly clear that the answer is absolutely nothing at all. There is no reason for believing that any sort of gods exist and quite good reason for believing that they do not exist and never have. It has all been a gigantic waste of time and a waste of life. It would be a joke of cosmic proportions if it weren’t so tragic.

Lees verder…

Voor we hem vergeten…

Hij is werkloos.

Voor we het vergeten…

Het is vandaag Independence Day in de USA

The Dillinger Escape Plan – Come To Daddy (Live)

The Freshman – Verve Pipe

When I was young I knew everything
And she a punk who rarely ever took advice
Now I’m gilt stricken,
Sobbing with my head on the floor
Stop a baby’s breath and a shoe full of rice
I can’t be held responsible
Cause she was touching her face
I won’t be held responsible
She fell in love in the first place

For the life of me I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and
We’d never compromise
For the life of me I cannot believe
We’d ever die for these sins
We were merely freshmen

My best friend took a week’s
Vacation to forget her
His girl took a weeks’s worth of
Valium and slept
Now he’s guilt stricken sobbing with his
Head on the floor
Thinks about her now and how he never really
Wept he says

We’ve tried to wash our hands of all this
We never talk of our lacking relationships
And how we’re guilt stricken sobbing with our
Heads on the floor
We fell through the ice when we tried not to
Slip, we’d say

Voor we het vergeten…

Voor we ze vergeten…

Ze zijn vandaag jarig.

Liv Tyler is 30 geworden. Claire Forlani 35 en überbimbo Pamela Anderson heeft de 40 gehaald.

En omdat het vandaag Pornozondag is, zit er een beschaafd linkje aan bovenstaand plaatje dat wat meer van de dames laat zien.

Ja mensen, we gaan een pornofilm maken. We willen gaan meedoen aan het Indie-Porn-Short-Movies Festival in Berlijn in oktober van dit jaar. De regels voor de film zijn als volgt:

* a pink star has to be shown;
* a plastic bunny has to be shown;
* the sentence “I’ll fuck anything that moves” has to be said*;
* the film should be not longer than 5 minutes and in MINI-DV format;
* the music used has to be under Creative Commons License**;
* to support the production of the short movies, a shooting location will be suggested but we encourage participants to use the city of Berlin as a set to spread open pornography.

Dit festival gaan we natuurlijk met gemak winnen, op alle fronten.

Je kunt je opgeven als acteur/actrice en/of je ideeën voor het script mailen naar andre@wakkereburgers.nl

meer en meer!

(en dit nummer van The Libertines is ook heel cool)

Christelijk fundamentalisme vs. Dinosaurussen

Abortus

Drugs & Evolutie

En soms werd hij boos.

Een presentatrice van MSNBC News trekt het niet meer. Paris overkill. Bij dezen dicht ik haar een heldenstatus toe (die presentatrice uiteraard).

Being Around – Lemonheads

If I was in the fridge, would you open the door?
If I was the grass, would you mow your lawn?
If I was your body, would you still wear clothes?
If I was a booger, would you blow your nose?
Would you keep it? would you eat it?
Im just tryin to give myself a reason, for being around.

If I was the front porch swing would you let me hang?
If I was the dance floor would you shake your thing?
If I was a rubber check would you let me bounce
Up and down inside your bank account?
Would ya trust me, not to break you?
Im just tryin really hard to make you,
Notice me being around.

If I was a haircut would you wear a hat?
If I was a maid, could I clean your flat?
If I was the carpet would ya wipe your feet,
In time to save me from mud off the street?
If you like me, if you love me,
Why dont you get down on your knees
And scrub me?
Im a little grubby
From being around.

Voor wie met deze kwaliteit genoegen neemt: ik plaats vergelijkbare tatoeages gratis ende voor niets!