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Why skeptics do not, and should not, waste their time with academic theology

Sunday, October 4th, 2009

Children and fools are suffered to speak truth; priests and ministers, as men engaged in politics and advertising, are suffered to speak untruth. Like parents who deceive their children about Santa Clause, the men of God enjoy a dispensation to deceive their folds for their own good. Publicly, the shepherds give every appearance of believing what in conversations with philosophers they claim, of course, not to believe at all.

-Walter Kaufmann, from his introduction to Europe and the Jews

That the so-called ‘New Atheists’ do not waste their time engaging with sophisticated theologians is one of the most common, most pointless objections raised against Dawkins and his fellow nonbelievers. This objection, most often raised by sophisticated theologians, is based on the crucial assumption that there is something to be gained by such engagement. That this assumption is false is so evident that hearing it raised is frankly disenheartening: one imagines an unpopular schoolboy picking fights with bullies just to get a little attention. Or, more fairly, one imagines “West Side Story’s” scrawny Anybodys: all bluster, no muster, but hungry nevertheless for an attentive ear.

PZ Myers reminds us that the Emperor may be the subject of an in-depth biopic from an esteemed and respected fashion publication, but he is still naked. This “Courtier’s Reply” is the heart of any sustained attack on the flagging cult of theology. Theology is done in academic journals that nobody reads, in encyclicals that do nothing but support beliefs and practices that are already in place, and in quiet conversations between theologians outside of churches. No religious people listen unless the theologian errs in his exposition of doctrine, at which point the theologian is useful only as an example of the dangers of reason. In either end, the purposes and doctrines of the churches remain intact. The theologian makes no difference to the church, yet the theologian considers himself the apex of and spokesman for that church.

Superfluous for the believer and irrelevant to the non-believer, certainly, but is theology truly without redeeming content? Yes. The embarrassing role of the theologian is this: defend doctrine at all costs. The theologian can claim to be in the business of truth, and sometimes they even deign to conflate themselves with philosophers since their role is both academic and argument-based. This dishonest equivocation is betrayed by three simple facts. First, theologians rarely (if ever) come to conclusions that genuinely dispute the dogmas laid down by their employers. Second, on the rare occasions when they do end up disputing dogma, churches are not changed, they are simply one theologian less shortly thereafter. And third, the methods of argumentation employed in theological circles are so poor that to call them real philosophy is a slander against the rest of us.

Where there is a mystery to be resolved, such as why God permits so much evil in our universe, their defenses are either deliberately obtuse (Plantinga) or insultingly dissatisfying (Swinburne, et al). Where there is a mystery that cannot be defended even poorly, theologians do not give up doctrine, they simply state it as fact (watch Aquinas and Augustine wrestle with the contradiction of the Trinity and you’ll see what I mean).

For the theologian, it is often enough to simply drop a verse of Scripture and call the matter settled. Most of the rest of the time, theologians retreat to ancient and fallacious proofs, subtly re-brand them, and think themselves victorious when the theistically-biased journals in which they publish refuse to publish skeptical ripostes. To be called a ‘Great Light of the Church,’ Aquinas needed little more than arguments cribbed from Plato, the Bible, and decades of free time. This proud tradition continues to this day, and theologians claim their own value on these grounds.

Theology is irrelevant

We are quiet here without strife and disputes since above all else we honour the privilege of silence which is without peril.

-St.. Gregory

This brings us to one good reason that atheists needn’t bother with theology, which is that theology has no meaningful impact on the beliefs or practices of any religious people. Atheists need not engage theologians any more than they need resolve disputes with Raelians, because like Raelians, theologians worship a god or other highly impersonal abstraction that is completely unfamiliar to any religious person. Jews do not say that they worship “knowledge knowing itself,” they worship a real person with moods and emotions named YHVH. Yet Maimonides earned his stars as the greatest Jewish theologian in history worshiping just such a god. Catholics do not recite the lengthy expositions of Aquinas or Augustine, they say the Apostle’s Creed and they are content with it. Theologians make themselves into heretics in their attempts to make ancient superstitions palatable to modern audiences, and in this sense theologians are nothing more than evangelists of a new religion to undergraduate college students.

Churches trust these evangelists-to-the-educated precisely as far as they can throw them. Church authorities can out of one side of their mouth proclaim the proud intellectual lineage of their church while using the other side to condemn the same intellectuals for “erring” on crucial dogmas. Hans Kung might be of extreme use to the Catholic Church as a prop, a smug demonstration that wise men can fill a pew as well as anyone else, but this doesn’t stop the Church from calling Kung a heretic for his views on condom use and female ordination.

Conversely, a loyal theologian can work his way through an elegant proof for each step of such a Creed, but this is nothing but a dusty curio in the Church’s attic: no one reads the proof, or if someone does, he has gained nothing but the satisfaction that a man with a PhD is as comfortable parroting the Creed back at the priest as he is. No one recites creeds because their truth is demonstrated; people recite creeds because the priests says they should and everyone else in the congregation is doing it. Where religious practice is concerned, the most a theologian can do is give you a very complicated reason for doing what you are doing already.

In this sense religious beliefs are immunized against the influence of theology because such beliefs have had centuries to dispense with heretics. If someone disagrees with a core doctrine, they are not welcome in the church, and it is that simple. Given that this is the case, how could we expect a theologian in the employ of, say, a Catholic college to give us an unbiased argument against Catholic doctrine? We could not expect it, and they do not provide it, because their paychecks depend on their faculties being deployed exclusively in defense of what the believer has already been told for his entire life. If a Catholic theologian did come up with a good objection to the Catholic position on female ordination, we can expect that such a theologian would not get to call himself Catholic for much longer. It is noteworthy that the current Pope’s previous job with the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith (a modern pseudonym for the Office of the Inquisitions) was to deliver threats of excommunication to such theologians. An exhaustive list of those thusly threatened can be found in the brilliant, anonymous Against Ratzinger.

The Catholic Church serves as an excellent example of the fact that modern religions are institutionally immunized against philosophical discourse. When asked to justify, say, a fundamentalist anti-homosexual dogma, or a dogma against condom use, or female ordination, or that the Eucharist host is literally and substantially the body of Jesus, no Catholic authority gives you an argument. They just tell you the page and paragrap where you can find the dogma spelled out in the Cathechism. The same is true of the vast mythology of any Christian sect: they will either tell you that a belief is good because it is the belief of the elders, or if they are in a sporting mood, they will give you a verse from the Bible. Argument and discussion is not the point, the point is the propagation of tradition. When the tradition itself is called into question, the heretic is appropriately dealt with and the conversation ceases.

Not only are religions thus immune to the kind of discourse that the whiny critics of ‘New Atheism’ demand we have, many strands of religion are explicitly anti-theological. One need only spend a moment in works like Peter Ruckman’s Anti-Intellectual Manifesto or such tracts as “The Chaplain” and “Who Is He?” to realize that good credentials and academic prestige are anathema to these believers. (While Jack Chick is on the board, it would do us well to ask if there are any theologians more widely-read than he is.) The theologian can arrogantly assume a position as a spokesman for his denomination, but the atheist knows as well as the religionist does that the theologian is just blowing smoke.

It is just as evident that theology is irrelevant because nobody reads it. If you took together every book and commentary written in defense of Biblically-adduced doctrines, would they equal even a minute fraction of the sales of the Bible itself? Of course not. People who believe in the Bible do not do so as a point of reason; reasons fall into place to support a pre-existing belief.

But why stop with the Bible? Take every book ever written by Aquinas, Augustine, Luther, Calvin, Kierkegaard and any other great lights of Christendom you please. Will their readership ever equal the readership of insultingly simplistic tracts printed by the millions and scattered at random? No. Religions do not spread with elaborate arguments, they spread with simple messages, and in fact an overly complex, overly theological religion is doomed to fail (this is why early Christians had so little difficulty out-competing Gnostics and mystery cults). The theology is an interesting accessory to be taught to an esteemed few after the religious belief is deeply entrenched in a society. It does not cause religious belief, it sustains it virtually no believers, and it never furthers belief.

This is an admission accepted as readily by the theologian. In his God, Freedom, and Evil, Alvin Plantinga makes a furiously rigorous case for the existence of God adduced from an ancient proof, but prefaces this proof with the disheartening maxim that “few who accept theistic belief do so because they find such an argument compelling.” Self-deprecating confessions of this sort abound in theology.

Churches ignore theologians just as plainly as believers do. How many theologians have, with their philosophy hats on, attacked the superstitious worship of relics, or fables about miraculous healings and dancing suns and demonic possessions? Many have, but who listens? Protestant churches will take your tithes at the revival meeting just the same.

Theology is about dishonesty

Although it is quite true that the existence of God is to be believed since it is taught in the sacred Scriptures, and that… the sacred Scriptures are to be believed because they come from God… nevertheless this cannot be submitted to infidels, who would consider that the reasoning proceeded in a circle.

-Rene Descartes

Like all great religious liars, theologians try to claim God for themselves, dismissing critics as targeting not “their” Christianity or “the real” Jesus. The god written about in the works of theology is an alien, an idol, a demiurge meant to satisfy the superstitions of their elders with the fashionable rationalism of their contemporaries. Theologians can toss around Biblical metaphors and tell us about the “Ground-of-all-Being” (Tillich) or the “Being-Itself” (Heidegger) or the “knowledge knowing itself” (Maimonedes) that they worship alone. They can whittle away the God of folk religion to a metaphysical abstraction so slender that it is unrecognizable. In fact, these are the skills at which they excel. Few are better at discrediting organized religion than those who claim to be using rational methods to defend it. This is how the great Protestant theologian Paul Tillich, a giant of our century second in his academic prestige perhaps only to Niebuhr, can deny the truth of the Bible but still count himself a Christian, or how Rudolf Bultmann called himself the same while denying the very thing that makes Christianity more than a Sparknotes version of Judaism, that is, the eternal damnation of those who fail to accept Jesus.

Theologians like to call themselves members of religions because they are dishonest. For six days a week, they write essays for poorly-circulated academic journals expounding elaborate and nuanced positions on matters of faith, but on Sundays they switch their Philosopher hat for their Religionist hat and say the same creeds everyone else does. Paul Tillich excelled at this: he advocated lying as an esteemed theological enterprise. If the simple folk religionist could be easily assuaged in his doubts, than a dutiful literalism should be encouraged. But if the questioner showed the least intellectual stamina, only then would Tillich share what he really believed and thereby keep the doubting Thomas in the faith by appealing to his intellect. Walter Kaufmann summarizes:

Tillich, however, does not favor the crude method of confronting men with arguments that he himself consdiers bad. Instead he redefines the crucial terms and cultivates a kind of double-speak. Literalists thus feel reconfirmed in their beleifs and are pleased that so erudite a man should share their faith, while the initiated realize that Tillich finds the beliefs shared by most of the famous Christians of the past and by millions of Christians in the present utterly untenable. [Kaufmann, Walter. The Faith of a Heretic,]

Tillich believed that religious belief ought to be dumbed down, if the “questioning power” in a particular believer “is very weak and can be easily answered.” (See Tillich, Paul. Dynamics of Faith. Harper, NY, 1957, Torchbooks. (c)1958. p.32-34) In his academic writing he excoriated simple-minded literalism, but thought it better that the flock be simple-minded literalists than have them exposed to the dangerous complexities of the cult of the theologian. Dishonesty this profound does not merit conversation, and how could atheists engage with such a person if their claims fluctuated with schizophrenic alacrity depending on what kind of believers were eavesdropping?

But don’t think that Tillich is the only one so guilty. This is the way of all theologians; Tillich is worthy only of such attention because his theological co-cultists hold him up so highly. Most theologians are not clergymen, and those that are do not refine their practice based on their philosophical speculations. They toe the party line in public, and in their private speculations they either do away with God entirely (as the atheist does) but use such convoluted language that nobody notices, or else they do all in their power to defend the dogma just in case an authority happens upon their writings. These cases are opposites, but they both support the conclusion: theology is a dishonest practice.

The Protestant theologian William Lane Craig is as good an example. Recognizing the poverty of his arguments, he has set himself to refining the rhetorical style with which he presents the same tired red herrings year after year rather than find new arguments. He is often described as one of the most talented theistic debaters of our time, but this is precisely the point. He can be refuted as often as he likes, as he has been in person and in writing. John Loftus, Richard Carrier, and Bart Ehrman have all refuted the dramatic misrepresentations of Biblical scholarship of which Craig is so fond (such misrepresentations include the howler that most Biblical scholars agree that the post-resurrection appearances of Jesus were historical events); this has not changed his arguments. Nor does it change the arguments of any preacher or evangelist who has met a stumbling-block, and this proud tradition of feeding the same malarkey to different audiences goes all the way back to the Book of Acts, in which Paul is said to have been confounded by Greek sophisticates and then just continued on his merry way with the same message.

Churches are as dishonest as the theologians are; this is why Anselm was touted as a genius for his ontological ‘proof’ of the existence of God, but the first contemporary to refute his argument (a fellow Catholic named Gaunilo) was utterly dismissed and only rediscovered in modern times through the work of skeptics. In this case, the Church was not interested in the truth of the matter about the ontological argument, they were interested in the propagation of doctrine. How can a conversation be had with such a mindset? Atheists cannot engage meaningfully with such institutions because these institutions have spent centuries signalling their dishonesty and their insincerity. The case of Gaunilo is one of thousands; why should we hail John Calvin as an intellectual great while ignoring his cooperation with the Inquisition in disposing of heretics who disagreed with him? Why should we take seriously a Church that coyly dangles the Shroud of Turin in front of us without taking a stance on its authenticity, saying only ‘believers can have their faith strengthened by it whether it is real or not?’

Catholicism is not alone in this regard. The Buddha himself simply dismissed all questions of theology and metaphysics as “questions that tend not toward edification.” The inventor of Protestantism, Martin Luther, went a step further, calling the use of reason to question religious dogma “the Devil’s bride” and “God’s worst enemy.” Luther’s arguments came from scripture alone, and the dogma of Sola Scriptura is one of which his intellectual descendants are the most proud. The circle is thusly established: Scripture provides the answers, and where Scripture is questioned, the faculty being employed is just a tool of Satan so do not even worry about what good sense tells you.

Even Tolstoy, thought to be one of the greatest assets of his type to Christendom until CS Lewis, shrugged off his doubts, coyly remarking that “[w]hat is comprehensible to one may seem obscure to another. But all will certainly agree in what is most important….” And like that, all mystery is gone. As long as the core of the religion is accepted, peripheral anomalies in dogma are inconsequential. This is a common technique of modern apologetics: get people to swallow the message, and doubts about the message will simply solve themselves.

Another common technique is obscurantism. William Lane Craig prides himself on the simplistic, easy-to-understand character of his arguments, yet when asked to solve the ancient Euthyphro Dilemma, he simply bellows in response “God IS goodness!” As if that solved the matter. But oscillating from simplicity into obscure language is helpful because it gives the believer a catchphrase on which to hang his own doubts, and against which to smash the doubts of the skeptics around him. The catchphrase need not make sense. It need not really answer the question. But it is helpful because one can make a creed out of it.

Theology is without substance

In my speeches and sermons that I gave, there were none of the arguments that belong to philosophy; only a demonstration of the power of the Spirit. And I did this so that your faith should not depend on human philosophy but on the power of God.

-Paul, I Corinthians 2:4-5

Whether or not all of the above is enough to dismiss the cult of theology, there is still the crucial assumption that theology has some ultimate substance with which to engage. Even if this substance is presented dishonestly, is without practical impact, and is presented from the obvious bias of “faith seeking understanding” (Aquinas’s motto), we are often told that these intellectual greats have something to contribute that atheists should take seriously.

Paul, father of Christianity, disagrees. He told generations of early Christians that genuine inquiry was insubstantial, and that is how the Patristics and the other early leaders of the Christian religion closed the ears of their congregations to Greek philosophy and other troublingly intelligent doubters. This gave rise to a whole new method of engaging with arguments: ignore them at best, and at worst treat them as dangerous. The Christian crowd that butchered skeptical philosopher Hypatia of Alexandria alive was just following orders from above.

It took until the Middle Ages, when most of the heretics had already disappeared, for Christians to think it okay to engage with the arguments of their enemies. This engagement took a hollow form: parrot a crusty proof from the Greeks or perhaps the Arabs and call it a day. It does not matter how often the traditional ‘proofs’ for the existence of God (ontological, cosmological, teleological, experiential; the proofs are presented so repetitively that they are easily cubbyholed into these simple categories) are refuted by skeptics. The elegant responses by men as diverse as Guanilo, Walter Kaufmann, and John Mackie have never stopped the religious demagogue from thundering about creationism because truthful engagement with arguments is not their business.

Even when great religious men trash the arguments of their co-believers, nobody takes notice. The greatest philosopher in continental history, Immanuel Kant, spends a good deal of his epochal Critique of Pure Reason simply feasting on the traditional proofs for God in ways that have not been satisfactorily refuted since. Yet to this day theologians build careers defending these proofs. The popular Protestant theologian Alvin Plantinga has reformulated the ontological version of these arguments ad nauseum, always in ways that traditional rebuttals are just as successful, and William Lane Craig isn’t going to let go of the cosmological argument no matter what he is told from the religious or the skeptics about its futility. They do not care to make novel or solid arguments, nor can they.

So when the religious critic of atheism demands that we atheists engage with all levels of sophisticated theology, what are they really saying? They are saying that we should copy and paste established refutations in our books and essays to their satisfaction. They are saying that we should waste as much time cribbing from the dead as they do. When one attempts to prove God’s existence from their personal experiences, how many times do we have to point out the inherent unreliability of such experiences? Until the religious person is able to read them? Until the religious person is able to understand them? Until the religious person accepts them? The first step is rarely reached, the second even more rarely, and the third step often makes the headlines (see Charles Templeton) on the rare occasion when it does happen. It is fruitless.

It is fruitless not only because religious believers usually either don’t read or don’t accept the counterarguments, but also because religious believers seem particularly adept at forgetting them. Kai Nielsen explained to William Lane Craig what is wrong with the moral argument for God decades ago, yet Craig continues to use it in his lectures and debates around the world. And why shouldn’t he? He isn’t about honesty, he’s about conversion. And so with his colleagues.

Where theologians attempt to wrestle with evil, things get even uglier. Dawkins famously points out that Richard Swinburne, a celebrated theologian, is fine with the Holocaust because of how bravely it permitted the Jews to act in the face of persecution (which doesn’t matter, because in the theology of Swinburne’s religion they’re all going to hell anyways). JP Moreland’s epic Scaling the Secular City aims to defend God’s existence from skeptical inquiry while dealing with the problem of evil in a single paragraph that concludes unsatisfactorily with “Evil is traceable to the free will of God’s creatures.” The immediate question of why God would value Hitler’s free will over the lives (and, by extension, the free will) of millions of other creatures of God is obvious, and completely unanswered in the whole literature of theology.

When the religious believer cries out for God in times of distress, they do not want Plantinga’s empty assertion that God and evil are merely possibly logically compatible, they want a real answer. And the British bishops who blamed flooding and hurricanes on the sinfulness of the English people or the American televangelists who blamed the attacks of September 11th on feminists and homosexuals do not provide this answer. When a quarter million innocents are washed away by a tsunami in the southwestern Pacific, the survivors rightfully demand an explanation. They do not get one, they get platitudes. Why should atheists waste time and pages dealing with them when their inadequacy is so painfully obvious?

Theology, like all religious institutions, demands respect where none is earned. Historically they serve only the functions of defending dogma to no one in particular, providing cover for the rare believer who comes to doubt the various absurdities of his faith, and of optimistically regurgitating the failed arguments of previous theologians. There is nothing here with which to engage. There is no novelty among them to treat with new counterarguments.

Show me a proof for the existence of God whose origins are less than five hundred years in the past and perhaps we can talk. Show me where a theologian has genuinely comforted the mother of the massacred or otherwise disposed-of child and I will reconsider. Until then, do not waste my time of the time of others claiming that theology is an accomplishment to be regarded with straight-faced serious argumentation. Quit whining about your obscurity, theologians: it is your own fault. Stop complaining about how you are treated unfairly and start earning the privilege of serious treatment. Until you redeem yourselves from a long, boring, obscure, dirty history of defending dogma, you are not worth the effort. Until you get your churches to stop appealing to magical talismans, supernatural relics, and other folk superstitions, the futility of your writings is apparent. Until you get the religious con-men who refer to you only in the improbable circumstance of the one intelligent doubting believer to stop shouting “but where’d all this stuff come from?” or “but why’s this stuff look so pretty?” or, as Job’s friends were so fond of saying, “your suffering is your fault,” you have not made enough of an impact to warrant our attention. The God you worship is either unfamiliar to religious believers, in which case you are a heretic, or he is completely congruent with established creeds and dogmas, in which case you are irrelevant.

Now that that’s settled, I say we atheists get on with our lives and resume chuckling at the poor schoolboy who smacks us in the shoulder just to get our attention. He is a petty, lonely boy who craves a moment in the sun, nothing more.

Good Cop, Bad Cop: PZ and the Creation Museum

Tuesday, August 18th, 2009

“Look! It’s PZ!” Cheers went up and applause ensued. PZ Myers finally arrived at the Creation Museum in northern Kentucky. This was the first time the famous (or infamous) blogger had ever visited the place that defied his field of study, accepting only microevolution, but vehemently denying macroevolution. Like everyone else, I wanted a picture with the atheist icon and somehow managed to get one. The place buzzed with excitement. However, as I looked around I realized that although PZ was important, he wasn’t nearly as important as what he had done. When I pulled into the parking lot for the “museum” what I saw amazed me. Two extremely long lines…of non-believers. There was also a fairly large group of more that had already received their ticket, an “I was there” button, and an Secular Student Alliance (SSA) sticker. And the lines were growing. More and more people with t-shirts stating “Friendly Atheist” or some other distinction of disbelief started to trickle in from the scorching hot parking lot. PZ’s visit brought a congregation of atheists, agnostics, secularists, humanists, and other skeptics from around the country to one spot: a place where theists called their home turf. And for once, we, the skeptical, outnumbered them.

There were well over 200 skeptics, and we caused a back-up at the “museum”. Despite the lines, the crowds, and the outright misleading information, people seemed to be having a good time. We were surrounded by people who were of similar ideas and thoughts on science and religion. Ironically, it was here in a place of religion over science that many of us felt as if we belonged. It is no secret that skeptics are a marked minority, for now. Many student and community groups have trouble breaking 50 members, many of whom are never really active. To be immersed in such a large crowd was a shock. Everywhere I looked, I saw the black and white SSA sticker. We didn’t have to make noise or rattle the cage or cause a stink; our mere presence was enough to get the message across loud and clear.

I would like to state that I’m not knocking the work that many like PZ do. Until skeptics are acknowledged as part of society, attention is necessary, even if it’s bad attention. We can’t let people pretend that we aren’t here. This wasn’t the case August 7th. The need to get attention was no longer needed, which left more room to be respectful and polite. I saw many skeptics quiet their snickers and move aside to let the families on vacation look at the exhibits. I know many would say they shouldn’t have to do that. Those people are right. They don’t. But they did. And although that might have meant they missed the chance to try to convert someone, they did something that is by far more important. The skeptics showed respect to the believers. They proved that we aren’t evil, rude, immoral hooligans; they proved that even when we hold the majority we still respect the minority.

PZ Myers is amazing at what he does. He can bring a small news story to the front of the internet is less than a day. Anything posted to his blog is circulated within minutes. His controversies bring attention to the skeptical movement. He even admits he loves causing so much outrage. There is no question that his tactics are needed at this point in time and, unfortunately, for some time to come.

I find it mildly amusing that the “bad cop” of the movement made so many “good cops” simply by visiting some obscure place in Petersburg, Kentucky. Bad attention is better than no attention, and can obviously have positive effects. Just remember that you also need enough good attention to balance it all out.

Confessions of a Punk Teacher

Saturday, August 15th, 2009

 

If I had a soul, this is what it would look like.

If I had a soul, this is what it would look like.

Who is the Punk Teacher?

 

I decided to create the pseudonym “Punk Teacher” first and foremost so that I could write frankly about my new teaching career without risking drama, or worse, my job.

 

I am literally started my teaching career this year, summer 2009. My first experience was doing about a month of student teaching with Latino 5th graders who had failed my state’s standardized test.

 

I am completely thrilled to be a teacher. It is my dream career. Yet there are a lot of problems with the educational system, and I have no intention of turning a blind eye. In fact I think my perspective is uniquely honed in such a way as to cut through bullshit in a refreshing and relevant way.

 

Even in my limited experience I already have much to say and many stories to tell, but I will try to stay focused on introducing my motives and myself.

 

I am a 29 year old Latino male who has lead a sketchy enough life that I feel that “punk” is the best adjective for it. The word “punk” has many connotations which include everything from French situationism to homosexuality in gang culture. But I hope the word invokes some more common imagery. I hope it calls forth images of angst ridden dirty kids with mowhawks, of anarchists and skinheads, full of rage at a society that they are struggling to understand. I hope that it invokes this imagery because this imagery describes my own youth, which still permeates its influence into my adulthood.

 

My own story with education is mostly a failed one.

 

I am the middle son of a college professor.  By the time I was 13 I had enough traumatic childhood experiences which ranged from just growing up in a repressive Latin American dictatorship to being sexually abused. By the 5th grade I had been psychiatrically hospitalized, by the 7th grade I had been placed in a school for troubled kids who’s security was so high that teachers watched the students urinate to prevent the smuggling of drugs and weapons. My classmates were hardcore gangsters.

 

By 9th grade I was going to school drunk or on drugs, by 11th grade I dropped out with a GPA beneath a 2.0.

 

I had but one refuge in life; it was the punk subculture, which I will define as the collective youth cultures, which based themselves in anti-establishment music, clothing, philosophy and lifestyle. My favorite bands growing up were the Dead Kennedy’s, The Misfits, Black Flag, Bauhaus, Skinny Puppy, Last Resort, Brutal Juice,  The Business, Neurosis, and other classics of hardcore, Oi!, industrial, and old school punk.

 

By the time I was 18, I was working professional as a tattoo artist and facing felony charges for organized crime. Though the two are completely unrelated it does give a good impression of what kind of background I have.

 

A few years later I underwent an intense religious conversion to fundamentalist Christianity. This may seem like a strange dichotomy, but if one reads the book Righteous by Lauren Sandler , it is clear that the evangelical religious right has invested a great deal of resources at massive campaigns to co-opt anti-establishment youth cultures and is quite good at it. I never quite fit in well with my fellow fundamentalists due to bad habits like identifying myself as a Christianarchist; I reasoned that the Christ like life should lead one to an anarchist utopianism.  My brothers and sisters in Christ did not agree.

 

Right smack in the middle of my evangelical Christianity I panhandled my way across the United States, and enjoyed a great deal of volunteer work with the Anarchist community of Santa Cruz, California. I will never forget attending a training camp where many of the attendees where veterans of the notorious Seattle WTO Riots, where anarchists basically shut down Seattle, Washington in protest of globalization.

 

At the tail end of my evangelical Christianity my politics took a slightly right wing shift when I became a member of the Progressive Labor Party, a Communist party which counts among its slogans “Don’t Vote, Revolt!”

 

So don’t assume that in my religious days I was somehow wearing my trousers up to my chest with coke bottle glasses sitting around in pews singing 100 year old hymns. Though my education was marginal I was a voracious reader and studied Church history, and varying and competing theologies, including the Liberation theology of Latin America and the Social Gospel espoused by Martin Luther King. I also merged these ideas with a traditional southern Pentecostalism which teaches that God is a very active and evident supernatural entity which manifests miracles on a regular basis. The traditional view of this latter theology is called by its proponents “Charismatic Christianity.”  If it sounds like I was insane and dangerous I will not disagree.

 

But I will say that I believed that poverty was the product of social immorality and I wanted to fight it. I just happened to believe, like all Charismatics, that Jesus was talking to me inside my head and guiding my actions.

 

It was working with a youth ministry at my church where the congregation was mostly white middle class and the youth and children’s ministry was mostly black neighborhood kids that I began to develop my current worldview about education. As I got more and more involved with the kids and got to know their families, situations, and attitudes I realized that what they needed was a way out of a cycle of poverty and that education was a more realistic vehicle for that than prayer. This caused conflicts with my church and me and caused me to leave, never to return to a Charismatic congregation.

 

Shortly after that I started college, realizing that I needed to take my own advice.

 

 

 

College changed everything. Learning became my new addiction. It was hard as hell to get in and the whole process terrified me. I had no idea how I was going to pay for it, but the financial aid turned out to be enough. I made the lowest possible ACT score to be accepted into the University, but I was accepted nonetheless. Within 1 year I had a high GPA, laboratory research experience, and was the member of two prestigious academic organizations including HHMI, which is one of the world’s biggest supporters of biology research.

 

This December I graduated with a bachelor’s degree in neuroscience.

 

What college did for me was powerful. My formal science education along with my own voracious reading habits caused me to abandon my religion. This was not a passive process for me but a deep internal conflict about the ethics of truth, the death blow to my religion was inflicted by Richard Dawkin’s book The God Delusion which caused me to accept either I believed science and evidence were the best and most reliable road to truth or that willful faith was. The two were epistemologically incompatible, and anyone who has a science education and denies this is like an ostrich with its head in the sand.

 

Since I came from a punk-anarchist background it was deeply entrenched in my habits and worldview that when I see such a major problem with the world as the destructive power of religion I had to do something about it. So within a few months I became an active member of the secular and skeptical movements and remain one today. My activities have included podcasting, organizing campus clubs, traveling to conferences and blogs like this one. I don’t feel like I do enough and consider it one of my goals to increase my output; this is a very punk way to deal with a beloved cause.

 

I am now a 5th grade bilingual math and science teacher.  As someone who believes that the most powerful force in democratizing our society is education I believe that I am in the trenches of the culture war.

 

In this blog I hope to communicate effectively what my experiences are as an educator and hopefully to inspire and inform people on how they might act to improve education in this country.

Great article on the importance of Net Neutrality

Tuesday, August 4th, 2009

Rather surprising that such an informative article about the safeguarding of our most basic internet rights is posted on HuffPo.  But Alas, Karr does a superb job of summarizing the key points of net neutrality, which are all embedded within the Internet Freedom Preservation Act of 2009.  The act is a great read for anyone interested in net neutrality.  Check it out:

H.R.3458-7-31-09

Facebook is the new NWO (not the wrestling alliance)

Tuesday, August 4th, 2009

Check out this map created by Vincenzo Cosenza.  It shows that Facebook is the most used social networking site in nearly every country in the world, specifically the west.  Even Russia’s top site V Kontakte is basically Facebook.

I think it’s great that social networking isn’t split across many different platforms, even though I’m usually in favour of less centralized control.  Facebook, so long as it continues to provide more privacy features, allows what Piere Levy calls “totalization without control.”  That is, we can communicate with one another through and around any institutions, so long as they allow Facebook.  Now one might counter by saying that having only one major networking site makes it easier for governments to censor them, but I would argue that the easier access by so many others (others without much knowledge of how to use the internet), in so many free countries, outweighs its censorship in few countries, but only if their still remains other more spreadable and tougher to censor forms of social networking, and especially when Facebook can cross-platform with these other forms of social media.

What do you think?

Our Generation Must Make Greater Strides

Saturday, July 25th, 2009

We are on the cusp of change. As the era of superstition wanes with the approach of a prevailing consciousness of reason, gods and ghosts fight a losing battle against naturalistic explanations. But the question as to why superstition, unreason, and absolutist mindsets have dominated much of society remains. Perhaps it is because most people follow the religion of their parents. Like a genetically acquired stigma on one’s eyesight, parents prevent their children from seeing the world in its full glory by passing on this virus. The vicious cycle of faith rolls on, quashing reason underfoot.

But now we can throw a wrench into that cycle. By “we” I mean my generation—those who are currently just above or below twenty years of age. It is we who will inherent that brilliance of the scientific method, we who will finally stand up to the ghosts of the past, and we who will carry forth the ignited flame of reason. We are the first generation to enjoy a compounded sentence of life with the sequencing of our genome. We are the first to experience the Large Hadron Collider and the power and potential it beholds. We can experience the wonder and beauty of the macrocosm and the intricacy and complexity of the microcosm.

From one pole to the other, our senses swing in a prevailing storm of wonder. Yet in the gaps between we are faced with those who would wish God into our society. With so much to be in awe of, so much to wonder over, why on Earth (please notice the pun) should we care about a being who is “one but three”? How will knowing how Muhammad drank a glass of water solve the lack of clean water in Muslim African countries? Travailing through the sinuous undergrowth of tortuous theological pap, the easy wonder and beckoning of beauty in the natural world withers into sterility.

No doubt this call to arms is made often. Each generation hopes it will at last overthrow the grips of gods and bring liberty to humankind. I make no such claim. Instead what I propose is awareness and realization. We are at point where we can—not completely but exponentially—severe the ties of superstition. Here’s why I am optimistic.

J.B.S. Haldane famously said: “the universe is not only queerer than we suppose, but queerer than we can suppose.” Einstein said: “Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.” That is, what we can bring to the forefront of our minds is not limited by the immediate environment. We can make ghosts out of curtains and gods out of stars with all the reckoning of a mad wizard because of the power of our
minds. If nothing else, we can appreciate the creativity behind such claims as walking on water, demons in the sand, and winged horses.

All that need occur for us to render religion as the myth it is instead of the “truth” that believers want it to be is to reduce the penchant for acceptance. I do not mean acceptance of the claims but from where they stem—a need to explain life, the cosmos, beauty, and meaning. Those of us who reject religious explanations have found meaning in other things, but it is meaning nonetheless. By accepting that we all are longing for meaning and answers, Yahweh can be seen as simply another creative concept, like Zeus.

People are not stupid to hold such irrational beliefs; they are fulfilling their role in the cycle of unreason. While we are guided by the realization that the cycle works through natural forces, the believers invoke invisible gods pushing that same cycle along. We are both travelling and going forward, but when the cycle breaks down, who is more likely to  know the reason? While we would face and fix the problem, the believers would pray and simply hope things get better.

My generation, those who will be passed the torch from “godless luminaries,” as Richard Dawkins calls them, is in a better position than any to adopt a more assertive approach. How can I be accepting yet strident against belief? I respect people too much to allow irrational beliefs to dominate their lives. I want the members of my generation to bear this in mind as they face a present and future where most of us will not be punished because we do not believe.

We must not squander what the giants of the past have given us. We need to be strident in opposing irrationality for the simple reason that we care about our species. We have science, reason, and the ethics of humanism to achieve a fulfilled life, find meaning, and transmute exclamation points into question marks. My generation has learned that it is not a mark of insanity, pessimism, or distrust to not believe; we know that an attitude of questioning and skepticism is far more satisfying than the backdoor explanations of the faithful.

With this in mind, it is high time that we straighten our backs and walk proudly forward. No, we do not have all the answers and I, for one, would be disheartened if we thought that we did. Answers are full-stops but wonder is an ellipsis. It fills me with hope to keep moving forward, and my generation, those who are the next lot of great scientists, intellectuals, politicians, and human-rights activists, needs to grip the unveiling future with a white-knuckled ferocity. We cannot let the future be pulled from under our feet. We must be stronger and more eloquent in our dismissal of unreason in society, especially when it affects individual lives. We must be less accepting of those who would claim truth in religion, astrology, unproven medical treatments, psychic abilities, divination, and exorcisms.

In this day and age, in a civil society in which parents have let children die because they prayed instead of seeking medical help, we must not be moderate in our approach. When these sorts of parents claim that their child died because “they didn’t have enough faith,” we cannot dismiss it as crackpot and fringe mindsets.

I believe that most human beings are inherently caring, loving, and helpful people and that the religious as well as the nonreligious would be horrified by the actions of such parents. But we must not be passive and tolerant and excuse these actions. No. The need to protect human life takes precedence over the need to be “nice” and accepting of everyone’s beliefs. I urge you, my generation, those who have looked to the luminaries of the past and present—from Nietzsche to Russell, from Sagan to Dawkins—to rise up, armed with the ammunition of knowledge. We can create a better, more beautiful world. But to do that we must be more assertive and not defer to our elders. We must let go of the hands that helped us walk and begin taking our own hard strides into the teeth of superstition and dogma.

It has to happen at some point, and it is better to start right now, while we still have these elders’ support, than later, when they are gone.

Secular Humanist Bulletin Vol. 25, No. 1, Spring 2009

What I Believe for the 21st Century – Tauriq Moosa

Friday, July 10th, 2009

Along with Bertrand Russell, it is importance to consider what one believes rather than what one knows. Knowledge, the evanescent sphere that humans touch upon to ascend to higher planes of comprehension, is mostly unimportant: It is the beliefs that we hold. Indeed, modern philosophers like Roger Scruton regard epistemology not as the study of knowledge but the justification for our beliefs. In this short space, I am aim to succinctly outline my current beliefs with the goal of checking up on them in one year. I hope readers do not find this self-indulgent but rather a project of epistemic duty, to which each person should scrutinise for themselves. If there are alternate and better views, many current views should be rescinded or replaced.

I believe…


  • …nothing is sacred and the attempt at sanctification brings nothing but dogmatic human assertion onto an otherwise neutral world. This is not to be confused with not thinking certain thing highly important: for example, I do not believe in the “sanctity of human life” but I believe very strongly in fighting for people’s autonomy, freedom and their pursuit of happiness.
  • …many current governmental policies, even in “Western” liberal democracies, are premised on knee-jerk emotional responses which cater to the masses. We need a thorough reassessment based on evidence rather than emotion if we wish to help our fellow Man. Thus, our policies on drugs, capital punishment, education and the automatic respect for religions to dictate on important moral issues needs at the most rescinding and at the least thorough consideration.
  • …suppression only worsens rather than ameliorates most social problems. Thus, we should legalise drugs (from marijuana to cocaine), prostitution, pornography, abortion,  euthanasia and similarly related constituents of “immorality”. Conservative moralists tend to consider a slippery-slope that as AC Grayling put it works like this: “If you eat two bananas, you are going to want to eat a million.” We can already see the irrationality of such an approach. Firstly, if people want drugs, abortions and euthanasia, they will usually find a way to get it. Secondly, we already have arbitrary instances of various allowances of these prohibitions: we have legalised alcohol and nicotine (both of which are far worse than other drugs, like say marijuana); we don’t blink when we give a pet a good death (the literal meaning of euthanasia) but shudder when the gaze shifts to one of our own. This again goes back to considering something sacred, rather than looking at something humanely – that is, it is more important for someone to have life, even if it is filled with suffering, than to have no life and therefore no suffering. Also, those who chant the mantra “drugs are bad” should remember that for the most part, even alot of so-called hard drugs when taken in minimal circumstances do little to no damage.
  • …when entering the public sphere, all ideas are open to criticism, debate, mockery and scorn. If we eliminate the stupid notion of sanctity, we can allow that ideas are man-made and therefore fallible. The point is to weed out the bad and keep the good but that can not be done if certain ideas are beyond criticism. For too long we have lived under the shadow of a respect for people’s faiths but no longer must that be the case. We should care more about people and creating a better world, than hushing our own important criticisms which could better more lives by being spoken rather than placating dormant lives with silence.
  • …we should not be afraid to defend our point of views strongly, but more importantly we must be able to utter 2 three-word sentences: “I don’t know” and “I stand corrected”. Sure, we may feel like imbeciles when we vehemently defend a view which turns out to be wrong. We should then apologise and say so, rather than making the situation worse by deluding ourselves into naive dogmatism. Nobody really cares anyway because no one is keeping tabs on how often you were right. Also you will be right by acceding to your opponent or antagonist (even if there are say, your brilliant philosopher girlfriend), because you will be able to correct those who shared your previously held view.
  • …religions are a disgusting affront to human sensibilities and are perverse for accruing various properties. It is both tedious and mortifying to constantly read about religious groups opposing abortions, same-sex marriages, prostitution, drugs, freedom of speech and expression, liberty, and so on. In each case, we can probably name a few cases where religious people who deem their actions sanctified (there is that notion of sanctity again!) by a god have killed someone who is part of these movements. Religious people often refuse to face facts and evidence, as is the case with for example evolution and contraceptives, and instead point to arbitrary passages in their arbitrary (sacred) book.  Religions not only reward people for horrifying actions like the slaughter of innocent people, but also rewards people for believing without evidence. It also rewards people for peering into other people’s private lives which, if ignored, would not hinder their own lives at all (how could a happy homosexual couple going about their business make the lives of say a normal family horrid, unless they were Christians and told by their holy book that homosexuality is an affront to god?)
  • …the most disgusting affront to our species and the biggest fight we have is the continued emancipation of women and bringing their hands to tightly clutch the banner of liberty. Especially in such places as Africa, where we know that when women are allowed charge over their own bodies, we can end poverty. Poverty will not be solved solely though charity – we know that will not work. Instead, we must seek charity’s root, namely karitas or the love of fellow humans. This means liberating women which reduces poverty by not dealing out already low resources to an inestimable number of offspring, who themselves grow up to continue to breed and create more people to suffer needlessly. Aside from poverty, we need to push back the patriarchy of society to realise that women (who do better than the male counterparts in education) are human. Religions also aid this patriarchy by giving men a divine sanction to use their wives as nothing more than cattle. There are too many instances to name in Islamic countries that they might collectively be called Misogynia. By combating these arrogant and stupid men who think women are lower than themselves, we will be pulling the carpet from under the feet. The biggest wake up call that Muslims states could suffer would be a woman, wearing clothes of her choosing, smiling and enjoying her own mind and body. A respect for the minds and their bodies should be welcomed, not solely for the purpose of the male related urge to have sex, but also for the appreciation of the beauty of both. Personally, women are the better sex and it is often said that if god was a woman, the world wouldn’t be in such a mess – perhaps the only statement of an anthropomorphic god I could agree with.
  • …we need a re-evaluation of why we procreate. To the Greeks, everything was an ethical dilemma: even the clothes you wore. To them the ethical life was a life well-lived and living ethically was a life-long challenge. We tend to forget this view, with its importance on self-reflection. Applying this to all spheres would end a lot of social problems but it needs to be consistent. Thus, to be consistent, there has yet to be a good reason laid out for the procreation of  our species. As I write this, I am of the opinion that it is immoral to create new people, since it is by definition impossible to have a child for that child’s sake – because the child does not exist when you conceive him. Parents do not know their children for quite some time, so it is impossible to say that parents have children for that child’s sake. To have a child is simply a selfish act, a biological need (arguably the most prominent and therefore the most overlooked!). Why have kids? It is a bizarre question to most people, but as of yet there has not been a satisfactory answer. To continue the human species is not good enough either, since I do not care for those who do not exist. I care and apply my moral sphere to those who exist. Those who do not exist do not suffer. Also, we must remember that our species will die out eventually and we only prolonging the inevitable. It seems harsh and to some horrifying, but it is rather simple. For this reason, I at this moment will not have children. Instead, I think our efforts in helping people to procreate and the “sad” fact that people are sterile, needs shifting to aid children who are already alive. That is, instead of focusing on children who do not exist, focus on those who do! Perhaps this is what irks me the most – there are so many children who need loving families and I do not doubt that people who want kids simply want a child to love. Therefore, they should not add to our overpopulated word, but simply adopt. Psychological testing has shown time and time again, there is no difference in affection and love between children who parents adopt and children born to biological parents. I believe it a human duty to shift our silly polices on those “unlucky people who are sterile” and who can not create new people; and instead promote the humanity and importance of adopting people who already exist.
  • …reading is the gateway to living the good life and engaging in discussion with ideas its path. Epicurus was the embodiment of this, who thought the highest aim in life was sitting beneath a tree discussing philosophy. Whilst we can not reasonably expect such a life today, we can approach it with the same considerations. Reading is a joy and should be shown to young people when their minds are finding fruition and goal. Like education, reading should not be promoted by forcing children to read certain books, but how and why they should read in the first place. People find their hunger grow when reading and the acquisition of “knowledge” becomes a life long goal. There is nothing pretentious in reading Tolstoy and Faulkner’s books, indeed they are beautiful and actually simple writers. They are classics because even the general reader is able to enjoy its beauty, whilst stuffy introverts like myself could dissect it for in-depth literary criticism. There is also much joy to be gained in reading opposing viewpoints, thus reading books for and against evolution, for and against god, for and against postmodernism, and so on. We enjoy debates for their entertainment value and watching one side get overturned by the brilliance of the other; but we also allow people in better positions than ourselves to criticise more eloquently and with better information. It is a joy: try (really try) for example reading a work by Derrida (perhaps a short one) than try Alan Sokal and Jean Bricmont’s Fashionable Nonsense or Ophelia Benson and Jeremy Stangroom’s Why Truth Matters.
  • …by studying philosophy, I hope to bring it further into the public sphere where it belongs. Much is to be gained from the history of ideas and discussion within philosophy. Not least the clarification and use of critical thinking so important to this discipline. Moral philosophers need to be higher placed within our society than say, bishops and rabbis – for the simple reason that moral philosophy is not moralising – i.e.: it is not about setting out a list of “Thou shalt…” and “Thou shalt not…” but the clearing of verbose emotional reactions and alternate paths not previously considered. The first person journalists should contact when an ethical dilemma arises from medical advancement should not be the public or a religious don: it should be a bioethicist. After outlining all the paths and conjectures surrounding the topic, others can contribute more coherently. This should be the job of the philosopher in general, to clear the path for discussion to continue maturely.
  • …sex is overrated. In nearly every sense, sex finds itself at the top of the list for both those who consider themselves godless liberals in their “FOR” list, and for the conservative moralisers in their “AGAINST” list. If sex was less the topic of focus, it could be allowed to be the healthy, enjoyable actualisation of affection two (or three or four) people have for each other.
  • …I am not intelligent or bright. I reserve such terms for those who deserve it and find it a particularly insulting when an important property finds itself attached to me. As an example, I did terribly in high-school, barely passing. I did even worse in a tertiary institution, only managing firsts in English literature – a degree, nearly anyone could do well in. I am not exceptional in any way, save that I am particularly good-looking.
  • …that last sentence was a lie.

I hope that by next year one of these would have changed, either to be replaced with something more informed, or elucidated more clearly. For example, I hope to be able to say that I am working from a tertiary institution. Until then, let us see what changes the world makes upon itself.

All Action. No Reason. Starring Michael Bay.

Tuesday, July 7th, 2009

So here’s the scoop.  Megan Fox is pissed at Michael Bay because Transformers 2: Revenge of the Fallen is all action and no acting.  Bay’s response: “She says some very ridiculous things because she’s 23 years old, and she still has a lot of growing up to do.”

One might look at this and say “So what?”  We all know both Megan Fox and Michael Bay are always in the spotlight based on their visual merits and not their intellectual ones (Bay blowing stuff up, Fox blowing…well…never mind, maybe that’s just my imagination).  But there’s a serious logical fallacy playing itself out in this confrontation – appeal to age.

I understand they aren’t arguing about something that has any real value, but still – when someone claims another person is wrong, or just shuns them away, because they think their own age makes them more authoritative on a claim – it is an insult to human reason.

I once had a similar experience.  I was arguing with a professor of mine about the existence of God.  Her arguing for, me arguing against.  As I pushed her on the subject I must have struck a mental brick wall, one which she would let no one beyond.  She knew I had her back against that wall and so she ended the argument by saying that since she was older she was more likely to be right.

Of course, I called her out on her appeal to age.  Unfortunately, she just remained silent, which continued into an agonizingly long awkward silence…

WTF @ Battlestar Galactica Finale!?

Wednesday, April 15th, 2009

I’m not opposed to using Biblical or otherwise religious themes to set the basis for a story; I admit that I have grown quite attached to the new NBC series ‘Kings’ even though it’s basically a modern retelling of the story of David (except that Goliath is a tank…) and was quite disappointed after learning that it would be canceled after the current season.

However, it appears that the BSG finale – with Baltar proclaiming that some things are meant never to be explained and that the Colonials and non-Cavil Cylons were basically following the word of God – seemed highly contrived and basically thrust upon the audience as more or less of a cop out. That and they gave up the frakking spaceships and reverted back to being cavemen…

Then again, English class in high school was never my forte and I pretty much sucked at identifying metaphors and that kind of stuff. Your thoughts?

The Young Turks: A Growing Voice For Reason

Tuesday, March 10th, 2009

The Young Turks (TYT) is a burgeoning American independent news and views organization. With their daily, even-handed, candid, insightful and humourous coverage of various issues across the political spectrum, TYT’s YouTube channel has amassed a massive following. They are a demonstration of the sort of standard that major news media does not live up to. They ask the hard questions. They call spades spades.

Their success has not gone unnoticed. Host Cenk Uygur has been an invited guest on a number of major news broadcasts (e.g., CNN), contributes to the Huffington Post, and has received a flurry of endorsements and support in his self-declared candidacy for a spot on CNBC primetime.

Of particular interest to the freethought community is Uygur’s advocacy for reason and secularism. He will flat out say on news media that the religious right is out of its collective mind. He has stated flat out that our religions are not reasonable belief systems. And most recently, he reported on the size of the nonreligious segment of American society (15% according to the just-released study out of Trinity College in in Hartford, Conneticut), and how the nonreligious are the third largest and the fastest growing religious/nonreligious group in the country. He also acknowledged the nonreligious minority’s history of being marginalized, distrusted and denigrated and the imperative that this block of society mobilize. After stating his membership in this community, he reached out to his co-non-religionists and declared

“Lets stand up and be heard. ‘Cause they’ve run over us for too long. We’re the logical ones. So lets be heard.”

On the other side of the page, he exclaimed that those members of the religious right who are so far gone as to be wishing for the end of the world are the ones that we need to be marginalizing.

Here is the video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mkqeLuWsSrA

I encourage everyone to check out TYT’s YouTube channel.

Fear and Anti-Male Discrimination in the Classroom

Thursday, February 26th, 2009
In his book The Culture of Fear: Why Americans Are Afraid of the Wrong Things, Barry Glassner discusses how Americans have become unnecessarily fearful of many things, thanks in good part to opportunistic politicians, single-minded advocacy groups, sensationalist news media, “news magazine” programming and so on. Such irrational fear complexes can do profound and unjustified harm not just to the directly affected individuals and groups, but to society as a whole.

When a segment of society has been unjustifiable tarred, it often takes dedicated activism to raise people’s consciousness to the injustice and perniciousness of such discrimination. My consciousness was recently raised by blogger Justin Trottier with regard to a branch of discrimination that does not seem to receive much public acknowledgement: discrimination against men. (more…)

In Defence of Johann Hari

Sunday, February 15th, 2009

Reposted from my blog.

“Freedom of thought,” says the philosopher Andre Comte-Sponville, “is the only good more important than peace. Without it, peace would be another word for servility.” This is the basis for the first amendment in the American constitution; itself formulated from the thoughts from the man who perhaps coined the term “United States of America”, namely the great Thomas Paine.

As Paine wrote in Common Sense:

A long habit of not thinking a thing wrong, gives it a superficial appearance of being right, and raises at first a formidable outcry in defense of custom.

Those last words are resounding and might be the distant echo to the so-called Rushdie Affair. The “defense of custom” seems to have become the staple diet for the majority. We have fought so long and so hard for tolerance that we tolerate the intolerant; We defend their customs and their ideas which themselves are based on bullying strategies that renders a cloud of protection on “men of faith”. When someone who is not of the cloth utters that the 2007 floods in Northern Yorkshire are a deity’s judgments on homosexuality, as the then Archbishop of Carlyle, Graham Dow, did, we would think them insane. But because he has archbishop next to his name we are meant to “respect” such barbaric, backward and unhelpful thoughts.

Recently, my friend the great Johann Hari has faced a horrible string of threats, underpinned by death, fear and Islam. He alerted his faithful readership to the horrid poison, weaving a noose within the veins of equality in the UN. Islamic countries are demanding that we respect their hideous misogynist notions of shari’ah, to steer clear of criticising an illiterate pedophile who flew on horses to heaven, and to never raise reason as an ecumenical notion for everyone.

They are demanding this because the Universal Declaration of Human Rights stresses the right to free-speech, free-thought. This logically means the ability to criticise openly any and all ideas. The only thing that the UDHR even alludes to being “sacred”, in the normative sense of the word, is the unified human spirit to unite without superstitious, overzealous boundaries. Muslims fear this, as Hari correctly highlight, because it would mean that young people would do the one thing all religions fear: THINK FOR THEMSELVES.

Sapere Aude (Dare to know)!” says Kant in his essay on the Enlightenment. ” ‘Have courage to use your own understanding’ – that is the motto for the Enlightenment.” Islam – and all religions – would quiver under such scrutiny. The use of intellect is hardly encouraged unless it is in accordance with Allah’s will. Everything is supposed to be through Allah; but everything includes good and bad, right and wrong, evil and misconceptions. So wouldn’t this religion, which is mistakenly called a “religion of peace” by many world leaders, cherish such open-mindedness? Why then the fear of Enlightenment values?

Because then the foundations would fail, it would flounder and like a hydra dying and frothing red beneath the sea, it would sink into the bottom depths of our history. Muslims realise this. They realise their grips would falter on the minds of their flock; so much so that they are willing to arrest the Indian editors of Hari’s article.

How could Ravindra Kumar and Anand Sinha be arrested for publishing Hari’s article? Because hurting religious feelings is part of the Indian penal code. Under section 295A of the Indian Penal Code it forbids “deliberate and malicious acts intended to outrage religious feelings”. The irony rests in the double-standards. And what religions are included in section 295A? Why some religions, Islam, but not others, Norse or Roman? And, of course, what about those who are outraged but are not religious? Why do we never get any “special treatment” for our “feelings”?

Boo-hoo, my childish Islamic friends. Your feelings were hurt? Shame. I can tell you exactly why those of us without religion neither have any law against offending us, in India (and most places), and more importantly, why we usually don’t fight for one: Because we believe in the freedom of open criticism. We believe in the right to express any ideas, in a rational, open way.

This means I do not care whether you worship Zeus, Allah, or Yahweh: If it makes you happy, go ahead. If it consoles, by all means do it. But you can not demand me to respect such ideas and to not criticise them. I am open to you criticising my ideas, any of them. I will not be privy to respecting any ideas just to make the faithful happy. To quote Hari:

[A] free society cannot be structured to soothe the hardcore faithful. It is based on a deal. You have an absolute right to voice your beliefs – but the price is that I too have a right to respond as I wish. Neither of us can set aside the rules and demand to be protected from offence.

Whilst we writers against religion limit ourselves to words, our antagonists would find vent in bullets. Whilst we would change and let the plateau of equality be the ground on which we all walk, Muslims would have the high-ground to censure equal human rights. They would rather we shut up and step away from hurting their poor feelings.

I support Hari in his criticisms, as is apparent. Hari had every right to write what he liked, as did people in my country’s past. Consider that Steve Biko’s book is entitled I Write What I Like. I even support the freedom to write tripe like creationist or Holocaust-denial literature. Because scientists and historians can then openly criticise and point out the flaws in the creationist and “revisionist” literature. I don’t believe in banning books or writers or the stultification – in fact, my life is dedicated to fighting for anyone to say anything, in an open minded, discursive way.

Not so for the religious, as this reaction to Hari’s article displays. If that is not a sign of backward thinking, pointing away from the path of reason into the dark woods of dogma, then I am not sure what is. Perhaps the Quran and its horrible statements of death to infidels (”Kill them where ye find them!”)? Perhaps the terror Muslims invoke, when we draw cartoons of their Prophet, or the death-threats when a Teddy-bear is named after him?

I want us all to be amenable to change, criticism and open to ideas. This is a grownup way to look at the world. But the neotony inherent in our species finds vent in that which is itself a product of our mind’s infancy. Consider this bounder, called Abdus Subhan, who “[was] prepared to lay down his life, if necessary, to protect the honour of the Prophet [against Hari]” and Hari should be sent “to hell if he chooses not to respect any religion or religious symbol … He has no liberty to vilify or blaspheme any religion or its icons on grounds of freedom of speech.”

But why not? We need to all grow up and face the fact that many things will “offend” us. We are diverse and diversity inculcates a sense of realisation of many different things.  So, using “that offends me” as a reason and argument to cease that which causes offence, is no grounds at all for it to cease. Before you think me venturing into the territory of cultural relativism, I mean it simply according with what we understand to be human rights, personal autonomy, the right to liberty, freedom of thought, and so on.

I stand by what I write here as I stand by Johann Hari. Muslims should be more horrified at me, someone who was once Muslim, now admonishing them; I deserve their scorn and outrage more than someone who won the Amnesty International Newspaper Journalist of the Year (2007). Please let us all grow up, face the beauty of the world and time we have. Muslims must realise that we are fighting for them and their freedom as much as anyone else. The ones who suffer the most from the dogmatic assertions of clerical bullying are other Muslims.

We want everyone to be free, we want everyone to have the right to liberty and freedom. Let the ashes of dogma settle to allow some growth of a newfound liberation and reasoned tolerance. If we hurt each others feelings so be it. But that does not mean we are allowed to kill, arrest or maim each other. Growing up and opening our eyes means we see and experience more, which means more opportunity for pain. But it also means more opportunity for growth. Like trees entwined at the roots, our growth rests in each other. The faster we all severe our ties from celestial propitiation, the faster our own lives can be rendered to soar with freedom and openness

I know this will do nothing to stop or cease Muslim’s anger. It might incite more. But, I will quote Paine again to finish. Immediately after the first line I quoted above, he says:

But the tumult soon subsides. Time makes more converts than reason.

Let it be so.

Christian Sci-Fi: Rarer Than a Gay Black Republican.

Friday, January 30th, 2009

One of the big differences between science fiction and fantasy is that authors of the latter have a greater tendency towards being religious. While both J.R.R Tolkien and C.S. Lewis were Christian, many of the most prominent names in science fiction – Arthur C. Clarke, Isaac Asimov, Gene Roddenberry, Robert A. Heinlein, J. M. Straczynski – are or were atheists.

Granted, Battlestar Galactica is based heavily upon creator Ronald Moore’s own Mormon faith… and Orson Scott Card is a right-wing conservative Mormon, but other than that, science fiction appears to be within the realm of secularism and really bad SciFi Channel Original Movies. And even if there are a few religious themes in some books or TV shows, until I found this episode of Space: Above and Beyond*. Let’s go through the checklist -

Grumpy, Stereotypical Atheist – CHECK

Conversion Through a Miracle (or Series of) – CHECK

What? Christmas Isn’t About Secular Rampant Consumerism!? – CHECK

Some Stupid Discussion About “Faith” – CHECK

Anyways, enjoy -

http://www.veoh.com/videos/v505582YYEAqz8k

*It’s actually a pretty good show in general in my opinion that deals with serious issues that could arise in the future, but this episode was definitely a miss.

No More Labels

Sunday, January 25th, 2009

Are you black, white or Asian? Are you Arab, Dutch or Spanish? Are you Reformed Hassidic Jew or a Secular Protestant? Are you an “atheist” or an “agnostic”?

When my parents moved into their second house during apartheid, they were faced with typical bureaucratic nonsense. The National Party, then the ruling party and the continuing antagonist to human rights, had assimilated the ultimate forms of racism into politics. This meant unreason had poisoned the very foundations from which a society grows, its fruit withered before it could grow, its leaves never to open. The documents my parents had to fill out were an example of your typical rotten fruit grown under the darkness of irrationality.

The question they faced was this:

WHAT RACE ARE YOU?

My father shrugged and simply ticked the box “COLOURED”. According to their actual ID documents, both my parents were “INDIAN”. This, they told me, was the first and only time they had lied to their government (as much as they despised the apartheid government, it was still their government). This brazen display of ignorance listed itself on the rest of the page, running parallel to open boxes to define oneself: “WHITE” “BLACK” “ASIAN”. If my father had not opted for “COLOURED”, my parents would not have been allowed to live in their desired area.

HL Mencken, reporting on racist policies in the USA some years before, said of these policies:

Is such a prohibition, even supposing that it is lawful, supported by anything to be found in common sense or common decency?

But this is not about apartheid or racism; it is about labeling. Consider the questions at the beginning of this article. Race is a good entry point to highlight some particular brands of unreason regarding labeling. Perhaps it is simply my sensitivity to notions of “race” but I find them all to be quite unhelpful and stupid.

And I am not the only one.

In the 1994 book (ironically the same year apartheid ended), The History and Geography of Human Genes , the authors state:

[F]rom a scientific point of view, the concept of race has failed to obtain any consensus; none is likely, given the gradual variation of existence.

Commenting on this quotation, Michael Shermer says: “In other words, the concept of race is biologically meaningless.”

Think about it for a moment: Yes, you can say you are Indian though you live in, say, South Africa. You can say you’re Indian because your grandparents were both from there. But which grandparents? And how far back are we allowed to go to call ourselves Indian, Asian or Arab? What if, as in my case, it was only your great-grandparent who was originally from India? And what if your maternal grandmother is “white”, which is also my case?

It seems to me quite arbitrary to assign a random number of grandparents or great-grandparents, to put a full-stop after their names, and proclaim oneself their nationality. I was born in South Africa – that’s all that should concern anyone. Why does “race” matter, why is it even on surveys, forms, etc.? I have yet to find a satisfactory answer is to how indicating your “race” (which one? Your mothers? Your fathers? What if you are “black” but your mother is white? Are we judging simply then by pigmentation? If that’s the case, why is it in the survey or form at all?) What does the colour of one’s skin indicate about one’s abilities as a worker or employee in the environment? This is to forget the individual human who we should judge as a fully-formed human being, consciously – not according to some non-evidenced based category (horribly, astrology does this too, with 12 random signs; this is another form of torrid prejudice in my opinion).

There is much politics surrounding this: For example, in South Africa, there is a policy to empower “previously disadvantaged groups”. Thus, in deciding between a “black” or “white” candidate, the employer should choose the black one to win favour from our government. This is not the place to debate the pros and cons of this policy, but it certainly indicates the elaborated intricacies of “race”. Yet in this case, it is not judging by his “skin colour” but by the candidates disadvantaged past.

Anyway, enough of race. What of labeling ourselves in this so-called battle of reason versus faith? I myself loathe the term “atheist”. It is unhelpful: We shouldn’t use it. Too many co-thinkers have attempted to formulate ways of integrating atheists or assimilating nonbelievers, or referring to atheism as a mentality, a mindset, a world-view, a philosophy. “Atheism” really and truly is nothing. The reason I find the term unhelpful is its superfluous nature: Everyone is an atheist.

Presumably no one reading this believes in Fidi Mikullu, the African god. Therefore, we both, dear reader, are atheists. The latest kid to hit the scene, that Yahweh character, is no more special than Fidi in existing. Certainly the Old Testament indicates a vindictive, puritanical, homophobic, racist misogynist but adding such adjectives does not make him exist more than Fidi. And simply because more people believe in him, those who do not are somewhat estranged. It’s why the requisition of the term “atheist” is so strange: When we call ourselves atheist, for some reason the logical assumption is a “nonbeliever in the monotheist god”.

But why? Why is he so special, just because the majority of the world believe in him? We need to address this immediately and forcibly elaborate to those who would leap to the conclusion that we are atheists of their particular god. Hence, I find the term “atheist” a silly label; we are, as Sam Harris stated (in a similar and better appeal than my own current one), drawing a chalk outline and stepping into it, killing our ideas off for our antagonists.

Not atheist. We should not label ourselves anything and I find it hard to deal with people who would willingly mine a term from my depths. We give labels and more often than not they turn out to be gravestones for further conversations. Buried beneath the soil of unremitting stereotyping, labels can do nothing but fester and quiver in their tombs. So I say: Let them have their graves and let us build a garden. We need to allow sentences, ideas and reason to breathe. It will not do so, encumbered by labels and terms, and unhelpful connections – such as the atheism of co-thinkers and the atheism of Stalin.

I do not call myself a humanist, either. The only one I find helpful, strangely, is the anti-theist position. This, basically, means I am glad that all the monotheisms have no evidence to show their supernatural claims, of heaven, hell, their god, etc. to be true. As a corollarly, I would be unhappy if these claims of the theisms were true. When even the “good” ideas are shown to be undesirable, this usually engages believers in far more fulfilling ways then simply nonbelief. However, I am still weary of labels.

The use of labels must end and the clear, concise explanation of ideas and reason must prevail. We must stop digging in the graveyard by night, conjuring defeated labels like necromancers. We should gently pluck the shrubs from a garden of constant elucidation, of flowing ideas and of ever-growing discussions. Without labels, stereotyping will whither; and perhaps then the full-stops will be erased and conversations can begin.

Anti-theist at a Christian Wedding

Saturday, January 17th, 2009

I don’t usually allow emotions to run rampant in my writings, but it is a necessary recourse toward an important end. The emotions will dampen as we proceed. As many know, I try not to let emotions have any impact on my writings whatsoever. I even state I will not deal with emotions as a legitimate defense, because ideas must stand on their own merit not one what feels good or right. That simply misses the point. Nonetheless, when it comes to those I love, emotions are a big factor. As Russell highlighted, those we love can safely be left up to intuition; it is those we hate that must “fall under the domain of reason”. And not just people but ideas, too.

Thus I allow leeway because this involves the people I love.

I live in Cape Town, but my mother’s family lives in Pietermaritzburg (most readers will not care but it means I had to take a flight to see them). I arrived to warmth and happiness which is the stable diet of my maternal family. It is unlike any other reception one can have. Thus I cherish it. My cousin, 24, had found the woman who he was ready to “spend the rest of his life with” (as they say).

Now, personally, I find marriage, romance and romantic love quite silly, crass and shallow. It is not fulfilling for the most part and simply bizarre for the rest. I did not tell my family or cousin this – I do not tell most people. It simply is not appropriate. They do not even know about my views on god, religion and so on. And, as with most nonbelievers I’ve met, I have spent more time than they have on the topics of gods, faith and the afterlife. It is using thinking and self-reflection that results in the abandonment of faith after all (if you ever had it in the first place).

We attended the wedding ceremony today, in a beautiful church. The wedding began with the pastor speaking. What I noticed was this: 90% of his subject was his god, 5% had to do with how marriage is eternal and will be hard, and 5% had to do with my cousin and his bride. I was appalled by this brazen display of dismissal. I could stand all that, but I got protective when he uttered following statement: “You may be able to live without god, as many millions of successful people do…” this was followed by silence, then… “but you can not die without god!”

That sounds like a threat to me, with an undertone of Pascal’s Wager. Correct me if I’m wrong but did he not just say – ignore the smile and warm face, many pedophiles and sociopaths were better looking and more eloquent before making smiles in people’s necks – “You better believe in god or else you will die and burn in hell.” I can find little else he could be speaking about. He is obviously referring to the afterlife; and given that the notion that you will be tortured and decapitated and other torrid examples of dehumanisation only occurs in the New Testament (not the Old, as far as I know), this must be the case.

This proved to me quite finally that when it comes to weddings, funerals and so on, the faithful often have a disgusting appraisal of normal human sensibility. The argument that one needs religion for human binding and self-expression is as patronising as saying all religious people are stupid; or, all atheists are immoral. None of those latter statements are true. However, the religious have no argument when it comes to ceremonies except that their establishments have the two major advantages that will conquer everything: time and money.

When it comes to secular events, it will usually have the undertone of being personalised to the nth degree. Readings from their favourite writers, poets or songwriters. Or their favourite artist. Something that can be researched and have the flavour of the persons involved. Afterall, it should be the couple’s day not god’s. Naturally, I would like to see my fellow man remove the shackles and cull the living flower, to paraphrase Marx, but I do not see that happening. Instead, it should at least raise our hackles that god is mentioned more than those we love during ceremonies made for them. Notice how much the focus is refracted toward their god and consider if you think this is a good thing. If you do, why is the focus on a god more important than the focus on the couple in a wedding? If you want to add god, fine, but why more than the couple? (Ignoring for the moment the argument that marriage is a religious duty; to people I know it their expression of love and that is what I’m focusing on).

The major point is this: Religious festivities only appear to have the power of rituals and expression from groups. But secularists and nonbelievers have as much, if not better ones. The reason: It is focused on the individual people, thus meaning more work and personalisation. Once again, religion has outlived its purpose and needs to go the way of alchemy and the belief that Elvis is alive. It can hold no water against the nature of one’s fellow man, his self-expression, compassion, art, and individualism. It is truly more beautiful than the constant reference to the deity, whilst the couple fades into the background. This is their time to shine.

I will leave you with one last thought: Think of any ceremony that is traditionally performed by religions, (funerals, weddings, etc.) and think of one example where adding the notion of a god would make it better than one which does not mention gods, but simply focuses on the person or couple. This does not make it atheist or anti-theist, but keeps gods simply out the picture to cater for everyone. This to me seems reasonable. But I write this for interesting responses and bitter critiques.

What Are You Willing to Die For?

Sunday, January 11th, 2009

Eternity captured in a fist would render the present into shards. Splinters of time would sliver in accordance with fixed laws and our vision would transcend into a quivering mass of realisation. The instability of time runs against our desire for stability. Our poor minds are too small to encapsulate eternity, however; even 100,000 years is difficult to contemplate. 13.7 billions years? Don’t even try.

So much for the beginning, not even our own individual one! What about the end? And by this I mean our “The End”. Death, the current of thanatos, which resides like the shadow of carrion over our heads.

I consider the two most horrible combinations of aspects one could attribute to a being are:

(1) Consciousness

(2) Mortality

And it is these two with which we are “blessed”. You are aware of yourself and your existence… and you are aware of your oncoming demise. Truly, what a joke life turns out to be. A cruel one, but one we should laugh at. Regardless, one question which arises and of which we must contemplate is voluntary death.

In the sense of giving rise to autoeuthanasia, what is it we are willing to die for? My point here is to raise the contention that the only thing I am willing to die for are my loved ones. There is not a single idea, or belief, or abstract philosophical concept for which I am willing to die or kill. The extenuation and recession of life is only in my fist and aimed toward those I love (whether in defence of their lives, or the replacement of my own).

No idea, I repeat, no idea is worth dying for. I have made the case before that even ideas we greatly respect and admire, from the equality of the sexes, and so on, are not worth dying for. They are not sacred or beyond criticism. Ideas are open to a kind of agora mindset – or the market place of ideas the Greeks so loved.

So, consider the question: What are you willing to die for? It is more important, in my opinion, than redundant and ignoble questions about the existence of gods and so on. I do not think that the question of a god’s existence is important to one’s life. I know many nonbelievers who do. What I think they mean is this: The question of whether to believe the current trend of thought, which many believe, and which many find comforting, is central to one’s life. This says nothing about gods – which I think is a rather silly topic and unimportant.

What matters are those question we can answer: How can I be good? What is “love”? Who should I “love”? How do I help my fellow man? These have answers though not end-answers. That is, the answers are the endeavours to achieve those goals rather than actually achieving them. For example, we can continue to do volunteer work in the liberation of women (which is central to solving poverty), but it doesn’t mean we have any hope of eradicating poverty in our life time. The journey is the destination. Most of our answers will simply be winding paths and not glass palaces, in which we can put our feet up and be content.

Kenneth Minogue described ideals like stars, by which we guide ourselves. We never hope to actually reach the stars, but we certainly use them as guidelines, as reflections on the current path. And ideals and ideas are similarly entwined. None are worth dying for because they are echoes of where our hearts should be: Namely, those we love.

So, I reiterate: What are you willing to die for?

Film Review: Wall* E

Wednesday, January 7th, 2009

Generally speaking, I don’t like children’s movies.

And while I am glad that computer animation seems to be at a fabulous apex, I am not the type to go see Pixar movies.

What I look for most in film is depth, meaning, insight. The same things I look for in all art.

But my in-laws forced me to watch the Pixar film Wall*E, and despite my reservations it was beautiful.

Forgive me if I spoil anything in the movie, but a general synopsis of this film is that humanity has nearly destroyed the planet through ecological catastrophe and it has gone to hide in abject comfort and apathy in space. The cleaning of the earth was left to Wall*E model robots, of which our hero is that last working unit. The human ship sends is a robot named Eve to take measurements of the home world. Eve is a modern iPodish robot who wins Wall*E’s heart.

As humanists we need to provide alternatives to religion’s claim to a monopoly on meaning.

In my years as a Charismatic Christian I used the persuasive power of meaning to persuade my friends to be more committed to their religion, or to get saved. In the years I have been an atheist, I have seen countless apologists in debates with atheists claim that religion alone gives human life meaning. Meaning and transcendence are what religion sells to people.

Sometimes it is difficult for us, as atheists, to articulate why we find life so exhilarating and that we don’t lack a sense of purpose.

This film captures the basic concepts of love and connection in such a raw and basic way that its transcendent power is undeniable.

There are no mystical concepts of destiny, which often ruin Hollywood fairy tales for me. Wall*E and Eve don’t have some excuse for loving one another, but merely cannot help but identify with each others basic humanity. I say “humanity” somewhat loosely since the main characters are robots.

The ability to care about one another, to empathize, and make common cause is one of life’s most rewarding experiences. It is a marvelous slice of heaven to be found right here in life for us all. This little slice of heaven exists with no need of religion.

We as humanists should reflect on all the great things in life which are available to all humans regardless of creed or culture.

One of the reasons that I don’t think we should leave religion alone is because focusing on the complexities of heaven and God distracts people from living life to the fullest. From relishing and savoring the beauty of life, as they yearn for the afterlife.

At least this was the case for me. When I lost my religion, I gained my life.

The film Wall*E is a beautiful meditation on these wonderful beautiful things in life. I think we could all be enriched by thinking on these things more, especially those of us who would really like to see religion in decline.

The richness of life is the cure for the stupor born of yearning for an afterlife.

Pursuing The Eradication of Faith

Monday, January 5th, 2009

Whilst this has a bold title, the actual implications are mundane. Here at The Edger, we are in the process of assimilating the direct goals, discourse and method of various secular humanist enterprises. We wage war with approaches and two-pronged forks end up bleeding in one’s hands. Such is the dealings when it comes to ideas. And one idea which seems to sent quivers down the spines of spineless people is the eradication of faith.

Consider this recent comment from perhaps my favourite Chris Ray post. This is Comment #25, from BluffingtonBoast:

In all, the murders, genocides, starvation and killing brought about by atheists either trying to excise religion from the populace by sheer force, or by their own lack of moral compass easily approach the billion mark. And you call yourselves ‘humanists?’ Try putting the pre-fix IN when having the gall to breath the word. In fact, the Mickey Mouse poll you run at the top of this blog dispells [sic] any doubt. The great majority of your responders would prefer a world without religion at the same time they express they would pursue that goal actively. Which means exactly what…???

Not only is this insulting, saying we have “no moral compass”, it is also patently bizarre.

As many know, I find the term “atheist” unhelpful. We are all atheists but specifically Bluffington has focused on the god of the old testament as somehow more special than other gods. As if the god of the Bible is more reasonable or believable than Thor. I would speculate that Bluffington does not believe in Thor or Filli Mukullu, so he or she is also an atheist. His or her lack of belief in Thor is also responsible for the deaths and so on that the apologist sides love to bring up, in some sick blood-thirsty satisfaction. Yet somehow the nonbelievers in one particular group’s god is er more responsible than the nonbelievers in the other gods… IF you’re confused, then welcome to my club. It makes no sense to say atheist caused this or that, because we are all atheists.

I also find the word “humanist” unhelpful and do not call myself that (now at least). Regardless, let us question this fact further: Do BluffingtonBoast and others honestly believe that The Edger readers are going to murder, pillage and destroy churches, mosques and temples? And what of the excellent writers at Edger, who constantly talk about equality, liberty, justice and beauty – without the usurpation of religious bigotry to underpin such ideas to the blackboard of dogmatic truth. Whilst promoting such important (not even good) ideas, how is it that with a second blink they would destroy, hurt or promote destruction?

BluffintonBoast has set up a false dichotomy: either there is religion, with people tolerating it and being respectful or there is no religion which is brought about through destruction and pillaging. But that’s not true. Chemistry “eradicated” alchemy, astronomy “replaced” astrology – yet, were chemists grabbing their bottles of acid and tossing them into the homes of alchemists? Were astronomers taking their telescopes and bashing the heads of “seers” and their crystal balls? Of course not. That is patently absurd and an insult to human sensibility if one considers it as such.

The growth of ideas is simply the coming to fruition of budding knowledge. Old ideas and world-views, like astrology and religion, once shaded our eyes as we gazed into the beautiful, mad world around us. But soon, from the same roots as astrology and religion, arose better and more lucid ideas. The ideas we call astronomy and humanism. These grew higher and we could climb and see more of the world. But religion and astrology, blocked by the growing forms of these better ideas, should wither and fade back into the soil of the human past. But there are those who vilify and feed these old plants, keeping them alive, turning them into weeds. They crawl along the bark of these new ideas, trying to gain the light and pulling these better ideas down.

So when those of us who selected from the Mickey Mouse poll to “actively pursue this”, what do we mean? Our words are the length of our armory. Religion can be replaced by promoting better ideas and not respecting the ideas – forget the people, the ideas are what we are dealing with – of religion. We do not have to. So if we mock, chide and dismiss foggy notions of talking burning bushes and blood thirsty gods, it is not a precursor to destroying churches. I love churches, I love mosques and temples. I remove my shoes when I enter, I pray at friends houses when they ask me to. I respect the people but not the ideas.

Not only is it insulting to suggest we desire blood, it is a complete misunderstanding. As chemistry replaced alchemy, so will the wonder of the present moment, the beauty of science, and the love of fellow humans replace religion. It will eradicate faith. I doubt it will ever happen, but yes, Bluffington and others, I do plan on actively seeking that goal.

Waving Goodbye to Romance

Friday, January 2nd, 2009

It is not out of pure chance that Gabriel Garcia Marquez chose to entitle a book Of Love & Other Demons. Equipped with such a vestigial reminder of how we explained strange phenomena – demons, witches, ghosts – it is no wonder that such mystery continues to enshroud this notion of love. Put simply, one of the most bizarre things we as humans do is fall in love. I find it petty, pointless and ultimately sanctimonious, lacking the depth, beauty and fulfilment that underpin none-romantic relationships.

Many are the forms of “love”, all petals from the same poison plant. We must choose our poison and not dim our sights when disappointment looms. Signing up for life, says AC Grayling, is signing up for disappointment. Things, people and activities will wither and die; transformation will grab hold of our reality and shake it till everything in our tiny box of “truth” is upset, dishevelled and chaotic; and yet we must grab onto something. Love, or eros, is said by Freudians to be part of the driving force for all activities. In a sense this is true, but still the classification of love is important.

At the highest is what we maintain with life-long companions, who change and grow with us like a tree’s refection in a pond. At its lowest and most parochial is the romantic love. It is no secret that Greeks viewed love with women as lower to that of loving a pretty, young boy: who you schooled, taught and so on, to be a good citizen. The rational is what mattered to them and the constant flow of ideas in the agora (the market place of ideas and discussions) laid open the path to a better life (of course it is now irrational to think of the “better” sex as unequal to men).  It was not the purely quivering emotional repository of barbarism – latent, it is true, within all of us – mixing with the poison of emotional love, which opened up doorways of reason. It was logic, rationality and knowledge. True – this is not a time we wish for, not an Atlantis of good thought, but certainly one we openly learn from. And what we learnt – but somehow forgot – is that romantic love is not necessarily “good” love.

I have the weight of literature, art and music standing before me. But truly I see no reason why romantic love is upheld or seen as “good”. It baffles us social scientists how love continues. In biological terms, it makes sense: We have short lives, raising a child is difficult. If two people try the best they can, with each other, investing time and money, a good healthy child can be produced. Both parties invest and because of this people like Robert Frank have looked at love in economic terms.

Consider: if you settle for the best you can get, (rationally) you should leave your partner as soon as Mr or Mrs Right is spotted. He or she should not expect to be permanent in your life, unless he or she is – in your eyes – 10 out of 10. However, since we are fallible, this is not possible. So, according to Frank, this paradoxically means we should never allow ourselves to think we are going to remain with anyone. The statistics show that you are almost guaranteed to meet someone who is “better” looking, better catered to your personality, and so on, whilst you are involved in a relationship.

People like Helen Fisher and others have also tried to understand love. Steven Pinker provides the answer: “Don’t accept a partner who wanted you for rational reasons to begin with: look for a partner who is willing to stay with you because you are you.” He goes on to quote Douglas Yates, who no doubt is voicing most readers opinions about me: “People who are sensible about love are incapable of it.”

But that’s just romantic love! And that’s my problem. I do not see why we need romantic love because I think we still need to defend our own existence. If the answer to being romantic and so on is that we must procreate – a crass and unhelpful answer – we must answer what gives us the right to breed? What gives us the arrogant notion that we should foster offspring on to an already tired world? If, however, the answer is that it leads to a fulfilled life, I would tentatively agree. However, my problem is not with romantic love as a whole but the continual search, media-hype and glamorising of love; the horrible genre of “romance” in film and books (I refuse to call it literature); the investment and intense emotions felt by friends and others who give themselves wholly to the search or capture of The One.

Truly, experiencing romantic love one, twice or thrice is important. But why continue? Why should we foster the notion that romantic love is somehow a good thing? In what sense is it more fulfilling than other important endeavours? I will not accept that romantic love is emotional and therefore defeats my rationalist approach – that’s a defeatist and avoidant response. And I also respect the private actions of sensible human beings: I do not plan on stopping people holding hands, kissing and so on (as much as it personally disgusts me). That is not my point. I am merely attempting to understand why romantic love has gone under the radar, has become accepted as somehow “good”, and beyond the rationalist approach.

I am not speaking, of course, of the love for friends, family and perhaps ideas and opinions. It is only the people I would die for, of course. I would die for them because of my “love” for them. But that is the “good” love, which is the love we should be celebrating. The romantic love is frail, pathetic and rather mundane compared to the beauty and fulfilment derived from life-long companions and family. I think the corollary is true: Those who love purely because of emotions must be avoided. We can usually say exactly why we love someone and for that reason it is better. But for ideals or ideas or nations or religions: Dying for them, or justifying them emotionally, is pure idiocy. Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori - “sweet and fitting it is to die for one’s country” – wrote Horace. I do not think so. My love for my country does not extend to my life, or encompass that short, frail thing in a grip of power.

I am not denying my own emotions: Indeed, I know about love and have fallen in love numerous times. Yet, the reciprocity is the key and is hardly ever turned to open the door of companionship. So, I fight off the emotions because the puerile, pestilential notion of romantic love is an insult to human sensibilities. The genre of romance is quite weak, using only two or three or four people’s smitten emotions with each other to drive the story. I am not a fan of movies but I have noticed the same trend with romance movies. Why is romance a good thing? What on earth is convincing people of this awful “fact” when in truth, love is so much more grand than the insult called “romance”.

Obama and Rick Warren: My Take

Tuesday, December 23rd, 2008

Rick Warren is giving the preacher talk at Obama’s inaguration.

Warren sucks. He is a homophobic, fundamentalist, who believes that the purpose of life is to have the magic voice of Jesus inside your head tell you what to do.

This is, no doubt, frustrating.

I am of the school of thought that religion is usually harmful, and that evangelical Christians are a dangerous political force in the U.S.

I am of the opinion that Christianity, in its mainstream practice, should be resisted and that we must write and make creative and artistic efforts to decrease its influence and popularity.

But I am 100% calm about Obama and Rick Warren.

When Obama came into politics in Illinois in the 90s he identified as an agnostic.

When he realized that the political deal making in his district happened in the black churches he conveniently converted to Christianity. These details were reported in the July, 2008 issue of The New Yorker.

Now, I know some of you are appalled at this.

I would argue that Obama is merely performing a political necessity that has been true for thousands of years. Most Americans are Christian, and believe Christianity is essential to good leadership. It is the easiest of things to appease.

See watch, “I accept Jesus as my Lord and Savior.” Pay no attention to the fingers crossed behind my back.

Machiavelli wrote, centuries ago, “in all matters appear to be religious, indeed be religious,” in The Prince.

The famous secularist legal scholar Eddie Tabash points out that Clinton pontificated on the virtues of school prayer when he was on the campaign trail, and convinced the electorate that school prayer was something he believed in strongly.

But when he was elected he appointed Judges that struck it down at every turn, and those same judges held up separation of church and state.

Tabash says we can be confident Obama will appoint secularist judges. Judges who uphold separation of church and state.

I would like to close with this:

It is our job, the job of secularists, to shift the zeitgeist so that religion is not so powerful that all American presidents have to pander to it, or sacrifice their ability to be re-elected.

But instead it seems to me that secularists get bent out of shape when a politician does pander to the religious, and at the same time finds the whole idea of us trying to promote secularism among the religious to be the most abhorrent strategy in the world.

We have a mentality that is destined to fail, and as long as we are so cowardly about our ideas we can expect more and more pandering from politicians to people like Rick Warren.

We should be grateful that politicians who have secularist sympathies, as Obama has expressed on several occasions, has the shrewdness to do what must be done.

The president appoints judges people, that is how separation of church and state is ultimately protected.

From Afar…

Tuesday, December 23rd, 2008

From afar, our planet is tiny, blue and fragile, held in a fistful of darkness. Pockmarked by light emitted from surrounding stars, some of which have travelled billions of years to reach us. The silence of space eclipses the spinning globe, as a sun growls in the distance. The beauty of the earth’s blue and green face is veiled like a bride by white clouds. Its fragility quivers with a sense of surrounded silence, surrounded darkness and spiralling away from fellow planets. Utterly alone, it sinks like full-stop at the end of a muted sentence.

And its future is held within the palms of beings who could be bacteria: ourselves. Palms which have developed poor thumbs, bodies with over-sized adrenal glands and decaying eyesight. These are the creatures within this pale-blue beauty that will decide her future. Already fragile and temperate, it is us, her children, her keepers, her creatures who will decide her impact. In 6 billion years, that growling dog of a star will be let loose from its chain and devour the planet. Those same creatures, we with the poor digestive systems, will not be here. Those creature whose eyes will hold the exploding sun will be as different from us, as the first eukaryote from our evolutionary past. But our impact this century, in our lifetimes, can make our planet into an exclamation mark on the unending sentence, or the tapering off into ellipses…

The great philosopher AC Grayling poses a problem we all should contemplate. Suppose there is only one species in the whole universe which has advanced consciousness, to realise its presence, its future, its past. Suppose there is only one such advanced species: it would have to be us. This means, according to our view of happiness, we decide the happiness of this universe. We will decide how much happiness, fulfilment and liberty is accorded throughout the universe. The sentence is undeterred, the universe is indifferent and indifference is popularly known as the opposite of love. Even if the universe hated us – which, at times to our egotistical selves, seems to be the case – at least it means acknowledging us. Such is not the case. Therefore, we have the entire responsibility of the universe in our hands. How much happiness are we going to bring, how much of an exclamation mark can we make our existence into the quiet, cold universe? Are we to render our bride, our mother and our planet into a place of decay, madness and violence? Are we to view her as a necessary stepping-stone to “something better”, as many religious fanatics would have it?

Even if she is a stepping-stone, what a stone she is. A man himself is but paltry next to the unfathomable beauty on the earth upon which all men were born and all will die. King Henry the Fifth, in the Shakespeare play of the same name, says: “A good leg will fall, a straight back will stoop, a black beard will turn to white, a curled pate will grow bald, a fair face will wither, a full eye will wax hollow, but a good heart, Kate, is the sun … for it shines a bright and never changes, but keeps his course truly.” Even on this stepping-stone, which is to be our gravestone, nothing should detract us from loving our planet. Nothing should stop us from caring for it.

The maddening fact of life is that we are in it. The sobering fact of life is that we are on this great planet. Yet it takes a simple click of a button, or the turning of a page, to see her as no one before has. The simple fact is that we are part of the first group of humans to see the planet upon which we make our home. And what a home it is. If ever we feel ourselves consumed with rage, anger or absolute love or passion, we must simply remember: Spinning, slowly, calmly, held in a fist of darkness, surrounded by blinking eyes of stars, standing before a growling star, is a pale-blue dot we call home, veiled in white and awaiting the final placement by the actions of tiny creatures on its surface.

Visions & Mind-Reading

Sunday, December 21st, 2008

My doctor (who happens to be my father) gave me a cold stare: He gave that infamous doctor’s look of being thoroughly unimpressed with my self-maintenance. His folded arms mimicked his frown. “If you want to have less headaches,” he said, “you have to read less!”

Read less? Why not ask me to severe my right leg, too? To be denied reading and comprehension would be my worst handicap. If that happens, I would start parking in the “disabled zone” and pushing myself around in a wheelchair.

Our bodies are our only access into the physical or phenomenal world around us, though they may simply be carriers for future progeny. Beside that, taking care of it is important. But one can’t help that when one is obsessed with words.

There are two things I always carry with me, as much as possible: A bottle of water and a paperback. I believe this is one thing that if everyone did, we would live in a world of less suffering. It would be healthy physically and mentally. As Rousseau said in his Confessions: “We are so little formed for happiness in this world, that of necessity the soul or the body must suffer, when they do not suffer together, and a happy condition of the one nearly always injures the other.” Healthy people, then, means a clarity for good thought to flourish This is just my opinion but one I find reasonable. However, there does seem to be the downside to reading copiously: A rising headache-rate.

Consider your eyes: Light hits an object and is projected, by criss-cross intercessory pathways, into your eyes. The light is caught by the retina; an appropriate name since retina is derived from rete, ‘net’ in Latin. In contrast to insects’ compound eyes, which are incredibly sensitive and able to take in a great amount of the environment onto the smallest number of cells (therefore without the creature moving its head), human eyes are bulbous and accord greater ‘resolution’. The images travels through all parts of the eye, like the cornea, lens, etc. only to be upside down. It is then ‘flipped’ – an incredible array of neural activity occurs during this time. Our knowledge into vision gives us great insight by manipulation. Us social scientists, especially psychologists, are famous for our conjuring tricks to discover a part of human processes.

The psychologist Peter Wason had a test, which I would like you to look at. And what’s interesting is that this test is mostly not about vision at all. But have a look:

You are given four cards. The cards have a number on the one side and a letter on the other. Two of the cards facing you have a letter facing; the other two have the number facing. The cards you see are:

[D] [F] [3] [7]

You are given a rule: “If a card has [D] one the one side, it has a [3] on the other.” A simple if-then statement, if you will. The question is this: Which cards would you turn over to see if the rule is true? Have a think, then read on.

Wason found that most people choose simply [D]. Or perhaps [D] and [3]. The correct answer is to turn both [D] and [7]. If you turn [7] around, it would falsify the proof if you found [D] on its reverse. This is where the great Karl Popper’s influence shows, in this test.

What has this to do with vision? Aside from the nauseatingly obvious answer that you looked at the cards (nothing stops the test from also using other senses!), it reminds one of the development in children. We are not psychics, we have no extended vision wafting like ethereal pipelines to journey through space and time. For most of us, the most important position of according possible psychic abilities would be with other people: What they are thinking, what they are going to do, what matters to them, etc. We imagine that the ‘psychic’ thoughts would be like hearing our own thoughts. Or perhaps your ‘reader’s voice’ that you have whilst reading this article.

Yet, everyone has this ability!

A child, for example, learns to mimic the actions of mouths, hands, eyes, words. It notices the tongue and the light changes. As we grow, this is where ‘reading’ people comes from: Our vision. It is a pity that such a beautiful word is sometimes usurped by the demagogic legion of superstitious quacks. We learn about people from their nonverbal communication – it’s why people move their arms, even when talking on the phone. It helps clarify the visual ideas into a physical format: the vibrations from their vocal chords and movement of limbs. When giving people directions, we point with our fingers, we wind them through pathways unseen. When people greet each other, we can tell a lot from their nonverbal gestures: Consider two men in business suits, shaking hands. Now, consider a casually dressed man and a casually dressed woman embracing, holding each other for a long time, caressing each others’ backs. Now, consider a suited man shaking hands with a casually dressed woman, perhaps pecking her on the cheek. There are many inferences you can make, no doubt you are doing it automatically right now.

We are incredible creatures, learning and knowing intricate details from simply watching. From the use of our eyes. The stimulation accorded to the fluctuations of light, bouncing off the skin of other humans, as their bodies fluctuate to the dictates of their brains is the most important form of learning we garner. Being psychic is a cop-out; learning to read people, to heighten their experience of social interaction, is a true gift. Don’t fold your arms, don’t look away to often, lock their eyes and blink every few seconds – occasionally glance away when you speak. These are pieces of advice many body-language consultants give and they can enhance our interactions. But it all comes from watching, from being alert and from vision.

So, no. We do not have ‘psychic abilities’ but we can achieve the same results: We can infer from their appearance, their disposition, their body-language. And then we can just simply ‘ask’. The information is transferred, as we lock gazes and inquire as to the well-being of a fellow human. No psychic additives or preservatives needed to maintain a conversation or interest.

And this is why I read. My vision extends further, I feel my empathy expand upon contemplation of even fictional characters. My knowledge of our beautiful planet and our troubled species is minuscule – and it will always be so. One can not be aware of the extent of one’s ignorance but one can be aware of ignorance itself. This surely is a virtue. Books humble us, as words slide into our eyes. The feel of a soft page turning, as our brains are nourished. These are important. And it is a sad fact that my headaches will continue because I just can not stop reading.

“You read too much,” people tell me, with a kind of accusatory stare. How much is too much? What does that even mean? Life is short, Milan Kundera wrote, reading is long: the paradox is that I will never be able to read everything I want. Confound mortality for that and that alone. Perhaps my own Mephistopheles will arise from the ashes of my forsworn hellish domain to proffer a bargain. If so, I need to do some reading now to make sure I don’t sign anything too valuable away.

How interesting: Apparently, you only need one kidney….

Pat Buchanan’s Culture War Speech

Saturday, December 20th, 2008

Beneath this print is a transcript of Pat Buchanan’s speech to the 1992 GOP convention, where he defined his idea of culture war, before any discussion can proceed, I ask that all concerned parties read this speech:

Well, we took the long way home, but we finally got here.

And I want to congratulate President Bush, and remove any doubt about where we stand: The primaries are over, the heart is strong again, and the Buchanan brigades are enlisted–all the way to a great comeback victory in November.

Like many of you last month, I watched that giant masquerade ball at Madison Square Garden–where 20,000 radicals and liberals came dressed up as moderates and centrists–in the greatest single exhibition of cross-dressing in American political history.

One by one, the prophets of doom appeared at the podium. The Reagan decade, they moaned, was a terrible time in America; and the only way to prevent even worse times, they said, is to entrust our nation’s fate and future to the party that gave us McGovern, Mondale, Carter and Michael Dukakis.

No way, my friends. The American people are not going to buy back into the failed liberalism of the 1960s and ’70s–no matter how slick the package in 1992.

The malcontents of Madison Square Garden notwithstanding, the 1980s were not terrible years. They were great years. You know it. I know it. And the only people who don’t know it are the carping critics who sat on the sidelines of history, jeering at ine of the great statesmen of modern time.

Out of Jimmy Carter’s days of malaise, Ronald Reagan crafted the longest peacetime recovery in US history–3 million new businesses created, and 20 million new jobs.

Under the Reagan Doctrine, one by one, the communist dominos began to fall. First, Grenada was liberated, by US troops. Then, the Red Army was run out of Afghanistan, by US weapons. In Nicaragua, the Marxist regime was forced to hold free elections–by Ronald Reagan’s contra army–and the communists were thrown out of power.

Have they forgotten? It was under our party that the Berlin Wall came down, and Europe was reunited. It was under our party that the Soviet Empire collapsed, and the captive nations broke free.

It is said that each president will be recalled by posterity–with but a single sentence. George Washington was the father of our country. Abraham Lincoln preserved the Union. And Ronald Reagan won the Cold War. And it is time my old colleagues, the columnists and commentators, looking down on us tonight from their anchor booths and sky boxes, gave Ronald Reagan the credit he deserves–for leading America to victory in the Cold War.

Most of all, Ronald Reagan made us proud to be Americans again. We never felt better about our country; and we never stood taller in the eyes of the world.

But we are here, not only to celebrate, but to nominate. And an American president has many, many roles.

He is our first diplomat, the architect of American foreign policy. And which of these two men is more qualified for that role? George Bush has been UN ambassador, CIA director, envoy to China. As vice president, he co-authored the policies that won the Cold War. As president, George Bush presided over the liberation of Eastern Europe and the termination of the Warsaw Pact. And Mr. Clinton? Well, Bill Clinton couldn’t find 150 words to discuss foreign policy in an acceptance speech that lasted an hour. As was said of an earlier Democratic candidate, Bill Clinton’s foreign policy experience is pretty much confined to having had breakfast once at the Intl. House of Pancakes.

The presidency is also America’s bully pulpit, what Mr Truman called, “preeminently a place of moral leadership.” George Bush is a defender of right-to-life, and lifelong champion of the Judeo-Christian values and beliefs upon which this nation was built.

Mr Clinton, however, has a different agenda.

At its top is unrestricted abortion on demand. When the Irish-Catholic governor of Pennsylvania, Robert Casey, asked to say a few words on behalf of the 25 million unborn children destroyed since Roe v Wade, he was told there was no place for him at the podium of Bill Clinton’s convention, no room at the inn.

Yet a militant leader of the homosexual rights movement could rise at that convention and exult: “Bill Clinton and Al Gore represent the most pro-lesbian and pro-gay ticket in history.” And so they do.

Bill Clinton supports school choice–but only for state-run schools. Parents who send their children to Christian schools, or Catholic schools, need not apply.

Elect me, and you get two for the price of one, Mr Clinton says of his lawyer-spouse. And what does Hillary believe? Well, Hillary believes that 12-year-olds should have a right to sue their parents, and she has compared marriage as an institution to slavery–and life on an Indian reservation.

Well, speak for yourself, Hillary.

Friends, this is radical feminism. The agenda Clinton & Clinton would impose on America–abortion on demand, a litmus test for the Supreme Court, homosexual rights, discrimination against religious schools, women in combat–that’s change, all right. But it is not the kind of change America wants. It is not the kind of change America needs. And it is not the kind of change we can tolerate in a nation that we still call God’s country.

A president is also commander in chief, the man we empower to send sons and brothers, fathers and friends, to war.

George Bush was 17 when they bombed Pearl Harbor. He left his high school class, walked down to the recruiting office, and signed up to become the youngest fighter pilot in the Pacific war. And Mr Clinton? When Bill Clinton’s turn came in Vietnam, he sat up in a dormitory in Oxford, England, and figured out how to dodge the draft.

Which of these two men has won the moral authority to call on Americans to put their lives at risk? I suggest, respectfully, it is the patriot and war hero, Navy Lieutenant J. G. George Herbert Walker Bush.

My friends, this campaign is about philosophy, and it is about character; and George Bush wins on both counts–going away; and it is time all of us came home and stood beside him.

As running mate, Mr Clinton chose Albert Gore. And just how moderate is Prince Albert? Well, according to the Taxpayers Union, Al Gore beat out Teddy Kennedy, two straight years, for the title of biggest spender in the Senate.

And Teddy Kennedy isn’t moderate about anything.

In New York, Mr Gore made a startling declaration. Henceforth, he said, the “central organizing principle” of all governments must be: the environment.

Wrong, Albert!

The central organizing principle of this republic is freedom. And from the ancient forests of Oregon, to the Inland Empire of California, America’s great middle class has got to start standing up to the environmental extremists who put insects, rats and birds ahead of families, workers and jobs.

One year ago, my friends, I could not have dreamt I would be here. I was then still just one of many panelists on what President Bush calls “those crazy Sunday talk shows.”

But I disagreed with the president; and so we challenged the president in the Republican primaries and fought as best we could. From February to June, he won 33 primaries. I can’t recall exactly how many we won.

But tonight I want to talk to the 3 million Americans who voted for me. I will never forget you, nor the great honor you have done me. But I do believe, deep in my heart, that the right place for us to be now–in this presidential campaign–is right beside George Bush. The party is our home; this party is where we belong. And don’t let anyone tell you any different.

Yes, we disagreed with President Bush, but we stand with him for freedom to choice religious schools, and we stand with him against the amoral idea that gay and lesbian couples should have the same standing in law as married men and women.

We stand with President Bush for right-to-life, and for voluntary prayer in the public schools, and against putting American women in combat. And we stand with President Bush in favor of the right of small towns and communities to control the raw sewage of pornography that pollutes our popular culture.

We stand with President Bush in favor of federal judges who interpret the law as written, and against Supreme Court justices who think they have a mandate to rewrite our Constitution.

My friends, this election is about much more than who gets what. It is about who we are. It is about what we believe. It is about what we stand for as Americans. There is a religious war going on in our country for the soul of America. It is a cultural war, as critical to the kind of nation we will one day be as was the Cold War itself. And in that struggle for the soul of America, Clinton & Clinton are on the other side, and George Bush is on our side. And so, we have to come home, and stand beside him.

My friends, in those 6 months, from Concord to California, I came to know our country better than ever before in my life, and I collected memories that will be with me always.

There was that day long ride through the great state of Georgia in a bus Vice President Bush himself had used in 1988–a bus they called Asphalt One. The ride ended with a 9:00 PM speech in front of a magnificent southern mansion, in a town called Fitzgerald.

There were the workers at the James River Paper Mill, in the frozen North Country of New Hampshire–hard, tough men, one of whom was silent, until I shook his hand. Then he looked up in my eyes and said, “Save our jobs!” There was the legal secretary at the Manchester airport on Christmas Day who told me she was going to vote for me, then broke down crying, saying, “I’ve lost my job, I don’t have any money; they’ve going to take away my daughter. What am I going to do?”

My friends, even in tough times, these people are with us. They don’t read Adam Smith or Edmund Burke, but they came from the same schoolyards and playgrounds and towns as we did. They share our beliefs and convictions, our hopes and our dreams. They are the conservatives of the heart.

They are our people. And we need to reconnect with them. We need to let them know we know they’re hurting. They don’t expect miracles, but they need to know we care.

There were the people of Hayfork, the tiny town high up in California’s Trinity Alps, a town that is now under a sentence of death because a federal judge has set aside 9 million acres for the habitat of the spotted owl–forgetting about the habitat of the men and women who live and work in Hay fork. And there were the brave people of Koreatown who took the worst of the LA riots, but still live the family values we treasure, and who still believe deeply in the American dream.

Friends, in those wonderful 25 weeks, the saddest days were the days of the bloody riot in LA, the worst in our history. But even out of that awful tragedy can come a message of hope.

Hours after the violence ended I visited the Army compound in south LA, where an officer of the 18th Cavalry, that had come to rescue the city, introduced me to two of his troopers. They could not have been 20 years old. He told them to recount their story.

They had come into LA late on the 2nd day, and they walked up a dark street, where the mob had looted and burned every building but one, a convalescent home for the aged. The mob was heading in, to ransack and loot the apartments of the terrified old men and women. When the troopers arrived, M-16s at the ready, the mob threatened and cursed, but the mob retreated. It had met the one thing that could stop it: force, rooted in justice, backed by courage.

Greater love than this hath no man than that he lay down his life for his friend. Here were 19-year-old boys ready to lay down their lives to stop a mob from molesting old people they did not even know. And as they took back the streets of LA, block by block, so we must take back our cities, and take back our culture, and take back our country.

God bless you, and God bless America.

Another family destroyed by religion

Thursday, December 18th, 2008

If you are familiar at all with the usual arguments of the faithful for their religion, you would be well versed with the way they whine about how religion brings families together, helps people be moral, yada yada yada.

This article shows another side of religion that the theists don’t like to mention.

To make a long story short: A Hindu priest rapes a woman, is arrested, and confessed to the crime. The woman’s son refuses to believe that the priest did it (because men of god don’t do bad things ever, right?), and now refuses to visit his mother in hospital.

This is utterly despicable, not only on the part of the so-called holy man who used his position to commit monstrous crimes; but also on the part of people who are so deluded religious leaders that they would rather be split from their families than believe that a man of god could have done something wrong.

When religion is concerned, it seems that everything suddenly becomes AWWRIGHT. Children dying because their parents refuse medical care – it’s AWWRIGHT! Families split because of religion – it’s AWWRIGHT! Science education messed up because of religion – it’s AWWRIGHT!

[appeaser-speak]What makes it AWWRIGHT, you ask? Why, because it is religion, of course! Religion should not be criticized because it is RELIGION, and we need to show some respect here. Respect religion because it is religion! Don’t you see the logic here? You might offend someone, and that is bad![/appeaser speak]

See the problem with that approach? When situations such as the above happen, most appeasers are quick to denounce the practice as ‘extremism’ and the like, without realizing that their actions then make them exactly like the so-called ‘militant atheists’ they abhor…because, we all know that speaking out against religion makes us militants.

Militants. Serious business.

So… How does one take over a culture?

Tuesday, December 16th, 2008

Culture War.

The struggle for dominance by secular progressives against religious conservatives.

We have all heard this term, and many of us reject it outright.

My buddy Cooper who is a bit of a political mentor of mine says that religiosity in the United States seems to follow a pattern of rise and decline. He says that because of this pattern there is no Culture War.

I take his word for the facts, but how do we know that spotlighting secularism the way we are doing right now wont prevent or increase religiosity in the next wave? I think it will.

Another popular argument against the notion of Culture War is that the center is largely disinterested in these issues. The average person is too worried about paying the bills to really lose any sleep over gay marriage, or the teaching of evolution.

There is another angle to this, there is much argument for what is known as the Elite Theory of History, which is a thesis stating that it is the famous and infamous, wealthy, and powerful who shape civilization. However one feels about the finer points of these issues, in the U.S. the names of the founding Fathers are invoked with reverence in every political cycle. In the science enthusiast culture we name drop like its going out of style, hell my podcast was really all based on interviewing famous science advocates. I believe that if it is important to the elites its important to the world.

Even the great populist movements are known mostly by their charismatic leaders, we speak of Guevara, Marx, Trotsky, Abbey Hoffman, Malcom X, Martin Luther King, and eternally Noam Chomsky.

There is no shame in taking pride in the best of our species.

And there is also no avoiding it.

So, if its not obvious by now, I am a believer in the Culture War.

I am not just a believer, I am actively engaged.

I want gay marriage and the teaching of evolution to be far from peoples minds because it is common place and uncontroversial. I want the United States to cease being so anti-intellectual, and be known for its collective intellect. As Athens once was, as Florence, as Rome, as Paris, as Vienna, as so many places which will always be honored for their contributions to human knowledge and understanding.

I want a humanist ethic to be dominant,  which guarantees all the personal freedom one needs to self-actualize, and guarantees a great mutual tolerance so that everyone who disagrees with humanism can still be free to pursue their own ethical inquiry.

I want a world thats too smart for violence, too smart for poverty, and too smart for religion.

Is this really too much to ask?

How much goat’s blood do I have to gargle in order to get a little recognition around here?

Friday, December 12th, 2008

Note from the editor: Edger columnist Chris Ray is on unpaid leave this month pending the results of an investigation into allegations of defamation of religion. His columns for December will be written by guest contributer Rev. Thor M’Glarven Krandok, high priest of the Dark Dungeons Coven in Sasquatutcha, Maine.

My my my, what’s all this to-do in Washington State then? Seems as though religionists of all stripes are getting in on this game of turning public property into the personal playgrounds of Papists and pulpiteers of all stripes. First this Solstice-stealing Christ cult got its little “nativity” scene, complete with its glorification of spoiling your brats with material goods (way to go, Wise Men, now he’ll think he’s God for the rest of his life), then those un-Covened materialists like Dan Barker and his anti-Fraega “Freedom From Religion Foundation” got their smarmy little anti-mythology placard (promptly exorcised by the Jesusites), and now yet another competing orthodoxy of these Christonians wants in on the game. Jumping judicial review, it looks like the Washington State Capitol building is as crowded as Ted Haggard’s asshole these days!

I have spent too many years completing online geomancy correspondence courses just to let an opportunity like this slip away again. I missed the Dot-Com bubble, the real estate bubble, and even the World of Warcraft gold-farming bubble, but by Aleister Crowley’s ridiculous necromancer costume I am sure as shaggoth not missing the Everybody Gets to Fuck with Washington State’s Free Exercise Statutes bubble. That’s right: I, the Reverend Thor M.G. Krandok, high priest of the Dark Dungeons Coven of Sasquatutcha, Maine, am officially getting in on this business of making Washington State into my personal religious battleground.

How? By doing what apparently everybody else in this damn un-Covened nation does: requesting that the Governor of Washington, Chris Gregoire, personally set aside a space for my favorite provincial tribalism:

Getting the government to pay attention to us traditional-values pre-Christian pagans has always been something of an uphill battle, and I hoped that it wouldn’t have to come down to riding the coattails of a bunch of squabbling anti-witchcraft bullies, but hey, I’m tired of trying to get attention just by ritually gargling goat’s blood to curry the favor of Thor Himself. The message reads: “I’m writing on behalf of all of the long-oppressed pagans, witches, warlocks, and orthodox System of a Down fans of America to request space for a donated Solstice sign on the Washington State Capitol. Our placard will read: “Drink-sodden orgy: the reason for the season.” Please reply to the above mailing address.”

That’ll rattle their Elune-rejecting, anti-Solstice bigoted Christ-cult asses, sure enough. And of course, if we don’t get what we want, we’ll do what any self-respecting spurned practicing pagan master of the dark arts with additional competency in Word and Excel would do: hex the living shit out of them.

“Behold, it was very good.”

Saturday, December 6th, 2008

“God saw every thing that he had made, and, behold, it was very good.” —Genesis 1:31

“For the invisible things of him from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even his eternal power and Godhead; so that they are without excuse.” —Romans 1:20

Creationists often claim that the ‘beauty of creation’ tells us something about the nature of their god; and that we atheists are ‘without excuse’ for not believing in god after looking at the world around us. The closet creationists, the IDists, also claim that such wonderful design in the universe is proof of a designer, which to them is the Christian god.

Now, let us take a look at a beautiful organism that must have been created by god. The evidence for special creation of this organism is so convincing that I am seriously doubting my acceptance of evolution.

This wonderful organism, Cymothoa exigua, simply must have been created by a loving creator! This cute little tongue-eating isopod causes degeneration of the tongue of its host fish, the rose snapper, Lutjanus guttatus, and it then attaches to the remaining tongue stub and floor of the fish’s mouth by hook-like pereopods. In this position the isopod acts as a replacement to the fish’s missing tongue, and in a marvel of god’s sheer ingenuity, gets the first opportunity to devour incoming meals.

Praise god for creating such a wonderful organism! Through this, we see that god loves parasites, is sadistic, might have been on pot, should not be messed around with, and…oh…according to Christians, must be worshiped. If you don’t worship this sadistic god, he will damn you to hell, and considering his amazing creations such as the above, this is a threat that we should seriously consider! Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord for being a loving and sadistic god at the same time! Praise the Lord for giving us such awesome creatures that helps us marvel at the beauty of his creation!

Praise our Father in heaven, the loving Creator of gruesome organisms! Amen.

The End of Privacy

Saturday, December 6th, 2008

This post is taken from my old blog, and its a couple of years old.

But it came up with a friend who is aware of this blog, and I thought everyone might enjoy the discussion.

So here goes, with a little editing:

THE END OF PRIVACY

My friend Mazyar showed me his iPhone the other day. The one feature he was impressed with the most is the way the iPhone can show you where you are on a map at any given time. I suspect this is G.P.S. technology. Which means it is very hard for iPhone owners to stay lost.

I know there are cameras all over my school. There are cameras on the stoplights on the way home. There are cameras in all the stores I shop at. Even places like state parks, which are supposed to provide isolation, require payment and thus detection for patrons of the park. With Google Earth anyone with a computer can watch your house.

If you are on myspace you already provide a lot of information about yourself that would allow any person who closely monitors your page to decipher a great deal about you. You may have security features on your page, but hackers exist, and some work for industry and governments.

So what’s next.

We can still engage within certain activities in our own homes without anyone knowing about it. Can’t we?

What about drug tests at many jobs?

What about drug tests required by workman’s comp if you get injured on the job?

Well at least our sexual activities are still mostly hidden.

Well that’s true if you don’t use the internet for sexual activity. If you look at Suicide Girls on your computer, anyone trained in psychology could accurately discern a lot about your sexual fetishes and predispositions. And I’m told its not hard to decipher to which websites a computer has gone to. If I am not misinformed, that’s precisely the reason why we all need a firewall since autonomous computer programs designed to harass us with advertisement based on our web-browsing history.

Well your sexual behavior is private if you don’t look at internet porn. Isn’t it?

Not if you have ever purchased sex toys or lingerie with plastic.

I think the ladies who read my blog will agree that it says a lot about a girl’s sexuality if she buys her lingerie at Victoria’s Secret vs. Fredrick’s of Hollywood vs. a lesser known lingerie outlet (which always have the trashiest stuff).

Let’s just say I personally need no less than a Fredrick’s of Hollywood girl, I think I would scare a Victoria’s Secret girl.

What about our private social relationships.

Well social relationships have never been very private. They are often only private to the extent that they are boring. If you are doing something worth talking about, and if you’ve talked about it, you can be pretty sure somebody you haven’t told is talking about it.

I saw on PBS’s show Frontline that the phone companies revealed that they have assisted the federal government in recording vast quantities of phone calls. In general I reject conspiracy theories, but this one has been fessed up to by the phone companies. Our phones are really, really, easy to tap. If it hasn’t happened to you its only because no one has wanted to.

My final word on this blog is simply this. Technology is only getting more sophisticated.

Driven to Prayer

Friday, December 5th, 2008

As I come to the final 12 days of my undergraduate degree, I strangely find myself thinking a great deal of my Christan past. Perhaps not so strangely. Even though I have As and Bs in all my classes I could still screw up by not studying enough, and in some cases make a bad enough grade to fail. Some of my finals are very heavily weighted.

So I hear a familiar call in my mind, “Oh God! Please help me.”

WTF?

I don’t believe in God anymore why am I even having that thought?

I think its because to a certain extent, I wish God existed.

At least the kind of God who would help me ace all my finals.

Its kind of like a wish granting sky-genie.

This is a real step down from the way I actually believed in God, which was always as some kind of transcendental being that in addition to granting my wishes, would also help me be a better person, a person who was as the bible says, “in this world, but not of it.”

I guess being an atheist has made my schemas about prayer shallow.

When I was a Christian I prayed for things like a greater capacity for love, compassion, patience.

Now I call out for good grades and then I feel like a douchebag, because I don’t even believe in God.

Its like some sort of strange reflex I have yet to lose.

I find myself using this strange behavior if I have a hard enough time finding the remote or my keys as well.

I don’t know.

I just hope it gets a laugh.

It is time to restore the original meaning of Christmas!

Tuesday, December 2nd, 2008

Note from the editor: Edger columnist Chris Ray is on unpaid leave this month pending the results of an investigation into allegations of defamation of religion. His columns for December will be written by guest contributer Rev. Thor M’Glarven Krandok, high priest of the Dark Dungeons Coven in Sasquatutcha, Maine.

What has become of our beloved Yuletide, my friends and fellows? By the Gods and Lesser Demons, I say, I didn’t spend three years completing an online correspondence course in geomancy just to watch these “Christians” take our beloved solstice-day from us!

Back when I was a young soul, Christmas really meant something- the communal slaughter of cattle, the unbridled indulgence in drink-sodden orgy, the tying of the ol’ family sunpost to prevent our beloved Sol from escaping during the winter months. Why, even Sol Invictus himself seems evicted from his own favorite feast day by these bawling bandits of Beiwe, all in the name of “political correctness” and “Jesus” and all that!

Poppycock and paganism, I say!

No longer can we use mistletoe for ritual magic. Never again will we be allowed to brutally sacrifice our most buxom daughters in the Festival of the Wild Women. No, now all we use mistletoe for is some prudish parody of the genuinely lustrous celebrations of old. And human sacrifice? Forget it! Now they only let us kill the occasional puttering peon at Wal-Mart when he gets in the way of our Solstice Shopping Spree. Tell me, if you were the divine superintelligence watching over the spring crop yield, would you be appeased by the sneaker-stamped skull of some toothless old greeter from down at the local consumatorium? I think not!

Who will help the widow’s son, you ask? Not these Christians, by Glasya-Labolas! No, all they want is “Merry Christmas” in our shops and “Nativity scenes” on our town halls. Not satisfied with merely stealing our holiday, ruthlessly suppressing our cultural heritage, and trying to burn to cinders every reference to our ancient ways, they want to add insult to Inquisition by telling us that Christmas is all about their kitschy Mithra knockoff-in-chief Jesus Christ!

This “political correctness” fad has to come to an end. The original, true, authentic Christmas was a time of delirious merrymaking for nearly every civilization in recorded history. It wasn’t about this madman exorcist wandering the desert spouting nonsense about the end of days, it was about getting so drunk you go blind and having sex with your daughter! It wasn’t about Persian kings giving gifts to some spoiled brat in a manger in Bethlehem (or was that Nazareth?), it was about sending your favored local god a hefty sacrifice and fellating the high priest for good luck!

This newfangled Christian cult has stolen our heritage from us, and they’re getting so cranky in their vigilante merrymaking that they’ll try to whitewash us True Christmasers from history. Don’t let that trampled Wal-Mart stooge’s dying breath be “Merry Christmas,” let it be “Happy Holidays”- the original Christmas was for everyone, not just the descendants of a wretched tribe of squabbling Nicean bishops. Don’t waste your money buying nice things for your good-looking children and sexually attractive wife- sacrifice them to Ba’al!

I’m declaring a War for Christmas, and I say- join me, or abandon our most sacred traditions to the hands of these modernists!

I am not a Darwinist

Friday, November 21st, 2008

Creationists often love throwing around the label ‘Darwinist’ and ‘Darwinism’ in their attempts to discredit evolution. This tactic is a favorite among the ID creationists who use the term Darwinism to imply that evolutionary biology is on the same level as their religious creation myth.They also try to suggest that scientists are still desperately clinging on to Darwin’s outdated ideas; while being either too ignorant or too dishonest to understand that modern evolutionary biology has advanced far beyond anything Darwin could have ever imagined. As their “theories” are religious myths and not science, they try to portray Darwin as the messiah of evolutionary biology the same way Jesus is the messiah of their particular brand of religion.

(The funny thing is that no creationist ever refers to people who accept the theory of gravitation as Newtonists.)

As most people who accept evolutionary biology would know by now, lot of Darwin’s ideas are outdated and plain wrong. When the IDists trumpet their silly list of ’scientists who are skeptical of Darwinism’, it is clear that they are either liars or people who have no clue about what they are attempting to argue against.

I am not a Darwinist. Darwin is not my messiah – the same way that Newton is not my messiah although I accept that gravity keeps my feet on the ground. I do not believe that natural selection is all there is to evolution. Creationists who starts blabbering about ‘Darwinists think that…..’ or ‘Darwinism is evil…..’ or any variation of the term after being told otherwise over 9000 times (I’m looking at you, UD folks) are simply dishonest liars for their imaginary god.

Will Mumbo-Jumbo Come Back To Haunt Us?

Monday, November 17th, 2008

Dedicated to the 18,901 people, including children, harmed by those not thinking critically.

Goya’s famous painting should be the siren to our sensibilities. “The Sleep of Reason Brings Forth Monsters” is written in an effort to engrave it in our conscious. The great Carl Sagan seemed to carry this idea forward, holding the tiny flame of reason forth in the wild-winds of absolutist ideologies: “The candle flame gutters. Its little pool of light trembles. Darkness gathers. The demons begin to stir.”

Warnings to us all, yet not easily embraced. Whilst the sirens blare, most do not heed its call. We are like villagers who set up our watchtowers to crumble; who create warning-bells of cloth; and who sleep blindfolded whilst the village burns to cinders.

I am not focused on religion or faith. Perhaps some could be ascribed to the same inherent need that most have for religion or faith; but this affords a different place in our investigations. I am speaking on the vast array of absolute nonsense, which describes itself as “science”, “medicine”, “therapy”, “health”, “philosophy” or some such vagary of truth. My friend, Damian Thompson, dubs these and the language used to deal with it “Counterknowledge”. His (and his punchy writers) excellent website brings howls of consternation and tidbits of admiration, yet never ceases to get people thinking. Damian is fast becoming bullshit’s greatest enema inducer.

Yet, why do we as sceptics (or skeptics – curse Americanese!) seem to offer nothing but negative viewpoints with regards to things that are for “entertainment purposes only“? Isn’t it immoral or wrong to remove something which makes people feel good? It’s not like its hurting anyone!

Wrong.

If you don’t believe bullshit can hurt you, consider this website. Even the seemingly simple things can get us killed. By process of induction – which none other than the great sceptic himself, David Hume, warned us about – we must be wary to blame purely the quack treatment. You’d probably associate Ayuvedic “treatments” as another silly quackery – but… Consider the case of David Flint. “David sought out ayurvedic treatments from (among others) Deepak Chopra. At one point he was told his leukemia was gone. It was not. David died four months later.”

Now, did the treatment kill him? No. But that’s not what we should be concerned about.

What about the now infamous destruction of Myanmar’s economy? The summary on Whatstheharm:

General Ne Win’s astrologer and numerologist told him his lucky number was 9 and he would live to be 90 if he was surrounded by 9s. He reissued the currency in multiples of 9 causing mayhem and new insurgencies. He resigned within a year.

Do we blame astrology for it? No.

But, what we do blame are those who peddle these things, astrology, ayuverdic medicine, Christian science and so on – as actually yielding scientifically positive results. And by that, I mean the notion of the scientific method which,

can teach us nothing else beyond how facts are related to, and conditioned by, each other

In the same paragraph, Einstein writes “It is equally clear that knowledge of what is does not open the door directly to what should be.” It has a nice subtle echoing ring off and of Hume’s Fork:

All objects of human reason or enquiry may naturally be divided into two kinds …Relations of Ideas, and Matters of Fact. Of the first kind are the sciences of Geometry, Algebra, and Arithmetic; and in short, every affirmation which is either intuitively or demonstratively certain. That the square of the hypotenuse is equal to the square of the two sides, is a proposition which expresses a relation between these figures … Propositions of this kind are discoverable by the mere operation of thought, without dependence on what is anywhere existent in the universe. Though there never were a circle or triangle in nature, the truths demonstrated by Euclid would for ever retain their certainty and evidence.

Matters of fact, which are the second objects of human reason, are not ascertained in the same manner; nor is our evidence of their truth, however great, of a like nature with the foregoing. The contrary of every matter of fact is still possible; because it can never imply a contradiction, and is conceived by the mind with the same facility and distinctness, as if ever so conformable to reality. That the sun will not rise tomorrow is no less intelligible a proposition, and implies no more contradiction than the affirmation, that it will rise. We should in vain, therefore, attempt to demonstrate its falsehood. Were it demonstratively false, it would imply a contradiction, and could never be distinctly conceived by the mind. [emphasis mine]

My apologies for the extensive quotation but, where a better writer can say his or her thoughts, I must give way. In this sense, we must question and attempt falsification (Indeed, such is the basis for Karl Popper’s The Logic of Scientific Discovery). Why then this focus, from matters which we can know and matters which need to be falsified? Why apply this to quackery and snake-oil merchants?

As sceptics we must use the power of reason, the weapon of Ockham, and the open-mindedness of a teetering cup: just open enough not to let the contents spill. But the question arises, again, why should we critique or stand against charlatans?

People lose money, lives, health and gain suffering, debilitation and overall a nuanced view of life. There is much beauty in the scientific world, in the materialistic “mundane” potentially evidence-based world we sceptics live in. We are proud to defend reason and fight for truth. We do not accept things as a given, but judge them according to their claims and whether they live up to them.

Even now, one might dismiss this ideological notion. Where does our complacency come from? I believe, it comes from scepticism itself. As AC Grayling, in his book Scepticism and the Possibility of Knowledge, says:

The sceptic, in other words, has adopted the habiliments of relativism. Relativism, indeed, is the ultimate form of scepticism, because it challenges us to justify, as a whole, the scheme within which mundane judgments get their content and have their life.

Grayling is focused on the subtler pretext of philosophical implementations of scepticism. But, we can for our use perhaps extend this to our view of adopting strategies that we would otherwise think idiotic! The position of the stars, moon and planets can tell us something about your personality, your future, your life, your beloved? Hogwash. By looking at the lines and marks of your palm, we can tell everything about you. Further hogwash. These beautiful cards each represent an aspect of you. We can try detect your angel-guide, who is with you and protecting you… And so the list grows, like weeds blocking out the little flame. Wouldn’t we all love Ockham’s Razor to slice them down?

I recall a parable of Schopenhauer’s: “A rose always has thorns, but a thorn does not always have a rose.” Indeed, some idiotic schemes in the past may have led the way to beneficence. But now, we understand the methodologies to test whether the claims are true. We can say whether these crystals work. We can test astrology, as has been done many times.

We disprove these things – to a great degree – but people continue to use them, listen to the advice of “sages” who know nothing about medicine or nutrition (need I remind anyone of Patrick Holford?), and ignore our warnings. Niall Ferguson also questioned this, in his treatise on the evil of the 20th century. He says, in The War of the World: “Megalomaniacs may order men to invade Russia, but why do the men obey?”

And I think it is our horrid past of relativism. The paradox of being sceptical of the sceptics: How can you know it doesn’t work for them? Maybe their ancient art of x, y, or z, does work for them, but your scientific/materialist/Western/colonialist view is simply arrogant if you think it’s better.

Well I think its high time we do away with this silly notion. I think it’s high time we actually “stick our noses in” and point out the man behind the curtain. I think it’s time we continue to fight against the purveyors of Counterknowledge and bullshit. To quote Ibn Warraq on the notion of interfering with “alien” or other cultures:

The British intervened in the affairs of an alien culture and abolished the ancient tradition of suttee, whereby a widow had to throw herself on the funeral pyre of her husband. This must be considered a step forward in the lot of the women and the moral progress of mankind.

Some intelligent critics might say it was not better at all to intervene. The woman might face scorn, rejection and so on for not performing suttee. Thus her life is actually worse – but I say, it’s life nonetheless. The potential is snuffed out by the fires of her husband’s pyre. But I’d be interested as always for responses to any of the claims I make.

It seems then, that our natural past in leaving the “natives to their native traditions” or the savages to their savage views, is now long dead. We have means of repeating objectively verifiable data in the world. We can get to the truth, in a way that can benefit our fellow man. One might hasten to call it truth and Truth – but I don’t really care what you call that which is repeatable and demonstrable to everyone.

Claims of the charlatans are not true. And we should not be treating or paying for something which is packaged as true, but which demonstrably is not.

These charlatans and the snake-oil merchants and the quack-doctors and the bullshit merchants, need to come under the gaze of those who care about humanity. We need to stop allowing people to think Tarot readings are true in the same way Einstein’s prediction’s were true; we need to alert them to the better, broader world which awaits their grasp. This is not arrogance and I don’t mean us to charge into every person’s house who gazes into a crystal ball; or rob every one who loves relaxing with acupuncture. I simply mean we should not be afraid to point out the green man, with the smoke, making the giant head. We, as sceptics, do this for the benefit of all. Indeed, I would love nothing more than for there to be psychic powers that heal. How great would it be to utilise it … for science and medicine! It would just become another scientific method. Therefore, even those who are “against” science because they believe in psychic powers, etc. can benefit from helping to galvanise their position in the light of reason and science.

For that light is the light of all good. All the good that can shine humanity’s happiness forward. We are a young species, but we are a growing one. Every hand should be used to raise that flame of reason a little higher. It can only shed its light on us all.

Humanism

Monday, November 17th, 2008

It may seem strange for those who regularly read my post, but I think “atheism” is a non-issue.

There is nothing implicit in the lack of belief in god, or gods, that makes me agree with someone on anything else.

I find the word “atheism” to be a word that is necessary, especially here in the religious parts of the U.S., but generally speaking I find this word to be more devoid of meaning than full of meaning.

I rejected belief in god for very specific reasons, which were directly derived from scientific naturalism.

There is no such requirement to meet the condition of atheism.

One could decide that there is no god because the leprechauns are crowding him out and still be athesists.

For me, the important concept is humanism.

Humanism can be a little difficult for me to pin down. Most of the humanist books I have read have been by Paul Kurtz, I have also read Austin Dacey’s book The Secular Conscience, which is definitely a humanist book. Yet the ideas proposed are very, very broad.

I will attempt to pin down humanism as the idea that humanity, itself, is something worth regarding as the inspiration for personal ethics.

I am using the term ethics in its broadest sense here.

Humanism is the inspiration for everything I do which I do not do merely for pleasure.

I think of people, in all their messy naturalistic weaknesses, yet all of their splendor.

I think the first piece of humanist wisdom I read came from Daniel Dennett, who is not usually an ethicist.

Its called Thank Goodness

This is an essay Dennett wrote after heart surgery in response to his religious friends inquiries and prayers when Dennett was so close to death. Dennett argued that prayer was an unethical waste of time, and that Dennett owed his life to basic human goodness in bloom working in concert to save and preserve lives in ways we often take for granted.

When I read this early in my atheist days, I began my transition into humanism.

Today I set all of my major goals, I decide about how I want the whole story of my life to play out, and what should be done to make the world a better place in humanist terms.

In short, if the best hope for humanity really is humanity, this is such an important premise that it should guide us as we all try to make our contributions to the world.

Perhaps it’s beauty?

Thursday, November 13th, 2008

I want you to consider your favourite piece of music, song or artist. Let it waltz, drum, fade-in and ameliorate your current mindset. Be it the clash of cymbals, the baritone voice; the rhythmic pulse of drums or traditional percussion like heartbeats of an ancient era; the rising soprano with the quivering glass; the electric hoorah of the last chord in a guitar; or whatever fits the glove of your appreciation. Grab it, hold it, and shake hands. This, dear reader, is your projected beauty. And only one part!

If our bodies are temples, then longing for beauty is the stained-glass window. It is wonderful to appreciate those things we find beautiful: music, literature, art, dance, movies, engineering, sunsets. The list is as endless as a flowing microcosm. For that is exactly it’s point: It grows and shakes and moves.

Answer the question: How many people do you know who hate music?

I have yet to meet one, but I do not doubt there exists such.

Or perhaps: someone who hates literature?

I do not doubt our extent for hate, but it is my trust in what we can love that rises above the negative. And it is focusing on what we love, what we find beautiful, that often unites us. It is easy to raise our swords and words, our fingers are eager to point at a moving target. We are programmed to be ready with torches and baying hounds to lynch-mob a group, a person, an idea. And too often we forget that it is in fact easier to unite for the opposite reason: To replace the pitchforks with handshakes, the finger with the wide eye.

Who does not have an intake of breath at the awe, mystery and wonder of the universe? Who does not rejoice in our ongoing treatment and fighting of diseases: medical, political, or societal? We are quick to anger at the kidnapped child, yet forget the average happy child growing and living. The incredible network we have stepped into, a realised world awaiting our hands to mold it into something even more beautiful. With our brains and our awareness, we have a responsibility – not just to protect this world, but to love it, to cherish it. Loving is not the same as cherishing: We can all love our lives, but how often do we cherish that we are alive, are in a complex beautiful network of interconnected species?

Literature is my passion. I love asking people of their favourite writers. To be sure, my snobbery from my English degree has made me somewhat disdainful of trite, unthinking literature (Dan Brown, Jackie Collins, etc.) But the question remains and the value is retained. My love lies in Russian literature (Dostoevsky, Tolstoy, Gogol) and Southern Gothic American (Faulkner, Morrison, McCarthy), with snatches of French classics (Sartre, Camus, Stendhal) – but it is ever growing. I am in awe of writing and language and the beauty it creates.

But that is my own stained-glass. It is ever shattered and ever remade. When is yours being remade? When do you look through your windows, into a multicoloured world and think: Where else does my beauty lie?

Club Wars

Wednesday, November 12th, 2008

Many Edger readers have or are currently in campus freethought clubs.

I am in one as well, UT Dallas Atheists, Skeptics, and Humanists (A.S.H.).

I imagine that in a healthy club some amount of disagreement is inevitable. I am currently involved in a massive disagreement in our club. It is purely administrative and would probably bore anyone who wasn’t in our club, so I won’t spend a lot of time on it. Essentially what is at stake is the timing of elections, the definition of officer positions, and amending our constitution. Pretty administrative.

But I am writing to make some basic suggestions about how to proceed when this sort of thing happens.

First, I think it is important to keep the big picture in mind. Personality conflicts are common, especially in a club known for advocating an unpopular opinion. But it is important to not degenerate into ad hominem when advocating any controversial change.

The best way to proceed is always to remember that we are trying to present ourselves as a community, and to do right by that community, and impartial observers.

It would be a terrible shame if someone was considering freethought but rejected a club due to its visible pettiness.

On the other hand it is also important that one not simply back down to avoid discomfort.

When there is a legitimate argument to be had, and the counter argument is that no argument is best, this is anti-democratic.

It is part of a healthy club for disagreements to be voiced and advocated.

I think that trying to table, or ignore, disagreements is like a species of euthanasia for a club.

What is best is to have a clearly organized way, and time, to allow for member uprisings. In my club we failed to provide for this and now we are paying dearly for it.

I find myself in the camp of displeased membership, and accused of “causing drama.”

I think “dramatic” is an accusation that could be weighed against anyone who is anything but passive, but thats just me.

This is where I’m at.

I hope this post provides some useful down to earth perspective on the nitty gritty of trying to have a freethought club on a college campus. As our clubs increase in efficiency and effectiveness, we inch ever further to what could be a culturally significant student movement.

Mental abuse for Jesus

Tuesday, November 11th, 2008

Appeasers often say that religion is AWWRIGHT because it supposedly gives theists hope and helps them live a happier life  (or something). However, I wonder if they would still think that religion is AWWRIGHT after reading this blog post by a fundie theist who thinks that heaping mental abuse on her four-year-old daughter is AWWRIGHT because it is done in the name of religion.

Sometimes during the day or before bed, she always asks me if she has been good, and I always try to be as honest as I can with her, and I will tell her what she has done wrong if I can remember. If she has been better than usual I will praise her and tell her. I have never said to her she has been a perfect little girl who has done nothing wrong all day, If I say that to her then I am a liar and I will be doing her more harm than good. I do not believe in teaching children self esteem or that they should feel good about themselves, because they should not.

Teaching children self-esteem is a bad thing now? Feeling good about yourself is a bad thing? Talk about Theist Bizzario World indeed.

Remember, this is a four-year-old kid that we’re talking about here. If her mother thinks that she shouldn’t be feeling good about herself at such an age, I shudder to imagine how messed-up that kid would be in the future.

My daughter is a normal 4 year old who loves to play with her dolls and dress up, but everyday she finds that she is doing things that are wrong like doing something to upset her baby brother or not doing what she is told by her mum. So we have a problem, and this is an everyday battle. The problem is sin. I never taught my daughter to sin. This is because she, and as well as the rest of the human race have inherited a sinful nature from Adam. From the moment we are conceived we are sinners, Pslam 57:5. We are born with a desire to sin. We are all born God hating and evil.

Teaching your kids that they are evil and that they should hate themselves because an old book of lies says so: It’s AWWRIGHT because it is religion, right?

“But mummy, everyday I try and I want to be a good girl, but I can’t do it. I can’t be a good girl”. I didn’t know what to say to her at this point so I asked her why she could not do it. ” Because there is only one person who can ever help me to be good”, she said.So not knowing where this was going and a little confused by what my daughter was saying, I asked her who it is who would help her to be a good girl, thinking maybe she was going to say me, she said- Jesus. Yes my four year old daughter told me that the only person who would ever help her to be a good girl was Jesus Christ, because she could not do it on her own. I have never told her this.

[sarcasm] Yeah, her fundie mother never told her that. Living in such an environment would ensure that she couldn’t have possibly have heard of Jesus. Of course. [/sarcasm]

The worst is yet to come:

She is a wretched little girl, who knows she is a wretched sinner who needs only a good saviour to help her. Glory belongs to God!

Know why someone can say something like that and not be hauled off for child (mental) abuse?

It is because it is religion, and society has been conditioned to believe that it is AWWRIGHT and that we should not interfere. We are told to respect religion unconditionally although innocent people are hurt simply because religion is involved. There is no reason for giving religion a free pass – but somehow we have swallowed the idea that respect entails shutting up and avoiding confrontations with religious people; because we apparently know that when it comes to religion, it’s AWWRIGHT, ethics be damned.

Sigh.

Pledge Your Virginity to Your Father

Sunday, November 9th, 2008

Purity Balls are making the world better, one father-daughter union at a time. On Monday night I watched a documentary at my mom’s place on purity balls. Although I’ve always had an aversion to the idea of abstinence until marriage, this was all just creepy. Apparently 1 in 6 girls pledges their virginity to their father. A thousand questions started to pop up in my head – what if their dad dies? Are they home free? How good is that first honeymoon sex? How can they know they’ve found a good relationship if they don’t know if the sex is satisfying? …etc.

The things the girls were saying were pretty repulsive like “I’ve chosen a higher standard in my life” and “I wouldn’t want to bring anything unhealthy into my body.” That unhealthy thing, being a relationship that is toxic. They even went as far as to compare a bad relationship, where someone suffers because of a broken heart…to cancer. Yes. Cancer. I guess I’ve had the equivalent of cancer. How can someone learn to deal with pain, develop a mature attitude toward love and compare different men/women in the world without…”shopping around” so to speak. Having a broken heart is a part of life. It happens. And I find it pretty insulting that I am living a lower standard of life because I’ve chosen to have sex before marriage. That’s just rude. -_-

There is a long line of events that has to happen before that cherry can be popped. First the girl has to let the male meet their father. Their father has to approve of the male. They have to group date with other people. Then all those group dating have to group date with their parents. Then the male has to ask the girls father for their hand in marriage. Then finally, on the wedding day… after the “i do”s…they can have their first kiss. These girls don’t even kiss before marriage. Their first kiss is at the alter, before God, their father and their family… pledging themselves to one another. I don’t know about everyone else, but it took me a lot of kissing to perfect it all. I’d hate for my wedding day kiss to be that awkward first kiss.

Besides the fact that this all seems somewhat perverted, incestual and against basic biological urges,  I have a few other issues. The first in the notion that if a girl doesn’t have a father in her life, they she is going to be royally messed up as she’s growing up and when she is grown up. And more ridiculously, she won’t be able to form any sort of normal, healthy relationship. Most people know this, but for those who don’t, I was basically raised without a father. He died when I was 8, so my sister and I both didn’t have a father. …But guess what? I am in a normal, healthy, loving, nurturing and beautiful relationship. And my sister is too. I can see why not having a father figure in someones life might have them miss out on a few life experiences and might mess a few things up. However – the lack of a father does not lead to a slutty, mislead, screwed up young woman. And I’m sorry – but if I had to pledge my virginity to my father, that would mess me up in so many different ways than the loss of my father did.

I have some friends that took this purity vow.

Case one: she met a guy, dropped out of university 2 months later and married him within the next 6 months. They’re up for divorce after a year.

Case two: she met a guy and married him after 7 months and had 3 kids within the first 1/2 a year. she had to drop out of university and lives in poverty because niether of them can get a job.

Case three: they actually got pregnant before they were married and were thus ostracized from their church, family and circle of friends. her mother didn’t go to her wedding.

Case four: he met a young lady, and had to go on 5 dates with her father before he was allowed to take her on one date. again, they married within three months and divorced after less than 1.5 years.

My point – they get married too fast, they get confused, they get tangled up in this idea that for some reason because they’re not having sex in those first few months that it means they’ve gotten to know each other better than those who DO have sex…because instead of screwing they spend more time talking and getting to know one another. …But given the divorce rate that I’m seeing, rushing into marriage just to have sex isn’t really worth it. (or is it…? i guess it depends how much the wedding costs…)

These kids are getting married after dating for less than a year. They end up dropping out of university to start a family, but then get divorced after there is a kid involved so its hard to just go back to school and start your life where you left off. It’s scary.

And finally, the most screwed up thing that I heard on this documentary: if they date someone else, have sex with someone else or kiss someone else other than the person that they end up marrying it is cheating. It is breaking a 10 commandment – committing adultery. Because they are GOING to be married to that person in the future, they can’t kiss anyone else before they meet that person, because it would be cheating on the person they’ve never actually met and who may not actually exist – or who may be the person that they didn’t kiss and didn’t feel that incredibly “za za zoo” for. Sometimes an unexpected kiss can be the thing that opens your eyes to the beauty of a person.

But no, if you kiss another person, or love someone else before the one that you are destined to be with then you have given away parts of your heart. Parts of your heart that you can never get back, and thus when you get married and find “the one” you will be unable to give them all of your heart and all of your love because you’ve given some of it away already.

That is so. screwed. up. …And essentially what I would deem as child abuse, again. Fair enough that some of these girls are 18 – 25 years old. ..Fine. If they want to give the rights of their vagina to their father, let them. Its their loss. But there were girls as young as 4 – 12 at these things. Thats a scary age to be telling kids that by experimenting, dating and loving people before they are married is committing adultery and that they thus should pledge their life to their father. And let him be the one that she loves until he decides that shes met the right man. …ew.

On Evil

Sunday, November 9th, 2008

I am fascinated by evil. My years spent studying the psychology of individual behaviour was eclipsed by a subtle paradox: Why do people do evil deeds? I am now attempting to formulate why, how, when and what it means for us. This is the domain of us as humanists, attempting to bracket ourselves within naturalism; It is important as we have removed the chains of supernatural explanations; We have removed the hope of balanced scales in an afterlife with angels and scales and Pearly gates. We therefore have to look at those we dub evil, whilst holding refrain from reflection – for indeed, they are human like us. A broken mirror reflects despite its breakage. As much as we coat them in the brush of “monster”, the tabula rasa of a human being resides. They are not “monsters”, they are humans. We might not like them (we might rightly loathe them), but we need to engage with the essence of what warps the human frame into the crooked posture of monstrosity.

I have yet to distinguish what I find more fascinating: That people do good or that people do evil. Rodrigo’s beautiful post describes his (and my own) awe at the inherent good that resides within people. I am an optimist about our species, though that often does not come across in my work. I have yet to be disappointed with the ordinary person refusing help in accidents, collisions, muggings, and other unfortunate events that might befall us within the blink of a passing eye. A reaching hand is grasped because it is from another human. The fingers find others and there is a fit, the completion of the human puzzle.

But my optimism is not shrouded in naïveté. And it is for this reason I am heavily focused on evil. I believe that nearly everyone wants to help others; I believe nearly everyone understands respect, tolerance, freedom and wants it for others (especially loved ones); and this occurs everywhere beneath the politics and religions. What then turns some of us “evil”? And what does it mean for us?

These will be a series of ongoing posts and many answers will not be reached or even dealt with now.

What is evil? Is evil the 150+ children a day raped in South Africa? Is it the torture, raping and killing of children all over the world? Is it the systematic dehumanising that occurs to women, in religious countries? Is it the millions suffering under the “Dear Leader” in North Korea? I’m sure one could sit for days conjuring these lists like genies out of lamps. I want to funnel out the large scale into a singular key-hole vision on which to focus.

I define evil as the deliberate removal of the human within another human (known in psychology as dehumanisation); it is the forceful pain, torture and abject abhorrent treatment of another living creature (I want to restrict it to other humans in these articles, though I do not feel any less for the cruelty toward other animals).

I define it also as a useful linguistic device, as Professor Adam Morton writes in On Evil

We call acts or people evil when they are so bad that we cannot fit them within our normal moral and explanatory means. To call what Hitler or Pol Pot did ‘wrong’ seems to understate its nature to the point of error … [O]ur horror drives us to a special terminology.

The extent and purpose of his book is to show how dangerous this linguistic gymnastic we all perform can be: We tend to think that these “monsters” are so far from normal human sensibility, they must be something we can never know. Evil might be seen as something of an empty vessel, in which the dubious nature of incomprehension is seeded. Basically, we say evil when we think “I could never do that!”

Why is it dangerous? Because we tend to think of ourselves as not capable of such acts, of such horror, of such… Evil. But there is extensive literature within psychopathology which destroyed that view for me, several years ago. Whilst writing a paper on the Truth & Reconciliation Commission (TRC), I witnessed videos of the ordinary policeman confessing untold horrors to the victims’ families.

I distinctly remember one black police officer.

Already there is something loose and clanking in the works: A black person working for the “wit mense” (Afrikaans, pronounced vit mensa) was tantamount to treason for the oppressed black communities. As a police informant, one was exempt from all the dangers that lay like paths of daggers beneath the feet of all non-white races. But one was also the target of scorn from one’s own people. Thus, this officer seated on an old plastic chair; thus his cemented face and distant eyes; thus the sunlight behind him sending dust clinging to the tissue clutched in the quivering hands of the mothers before him. His small voice began describing each and every assassination he helped commit, each target one of the women’s sons. His sad, downcast eyes were raised and held with great strength, as he sought some humanity in the eyes of the mothers. Speaking in Xhosa, he described each and every death, to each individual mother. Even as I write this, I am struggling – so vivid was the video and the emotions.

The mothers allowed the tears to flow, mimicking the morbid words. Each a tiny dagger aimed at her once-dead heart. That part of her that was once alive was killed by this man, and yet he would revive it one last time – only to describe how he killed the son. All the sons were anti-apartheid activists, some from the same village as himself. All the mothers were incredibly brave, taking every word and transforming them into a tear, which left never to return to rage inside them. Only one mother stood up, tore her clothes and stormed out crying. After the end of all his tales, he sat back and said: “All I ask is that you accept me as making many mistakes. I do not ask forgiveness from you. That I must ask from God. That I must gain from myself. I am very sorry. I am very sorry.”

Before you let the tears flow, the most beautiful moment occurs later. After many minutes, one mother rose, took his hand and said: “You are one of our children. We can not hate you. Those times were dark.” Another rose and took his other hand and said “My son is gone. You are not. You are our son.” The others joined them and each began hugging him and promised “We must all do what we can now that the darkness is passed. Now, we must go forward together into the bright future.”

These are the brave people of my country. These are the people who looked at evil, sitting before them. Each looked and heard the evil done unto their son and witnessed their hearts quiver with bitterness; Yet they felt, like an alchemist transmutation, their leaden hearts change to gold.

Was this man “evil”? Perhaps, under the circumstances he performed an evil deed. Before the cries of “Nuremberg replies” ring out, I still consider what he did wrong. I still believe many ordinary, loving people, we brought to evil acts because of the oppressive regime that clutched this beautiful land. The sunlight only rose to send fingers further through this country, with no abject repayment in sight. Only forgiveness and what that means to other humans. The TRC and such interactions were at the very essence humanist: They sought the engagement of one human to another, or perhaps many. They sought their forgiveness, their understanding (in many cases, they did it to avoid prosecution and therefore that defeats my argument. But I hope, dear reader, you will allow me to focus on those who did it for the sake of seeking forgiveness). What happened here was the identification with one human to another; one human realising this could have been my son, my daughter, my husband, my brother. Thus, the human was restored in every one and the crooked frame of monstrosity shattered, and the ambling human walked upright.

I am minimising to a great extent in an attempt to seek the beautiful moment that is possible (the most difficult and often never claimed one), past the horror, past the evil. I am attempting to make the case that evil is a dangerous and alienated paradihm, in cases where perhaps more good could arise from looking past the monster, which is only a shadow, and into the being that casts it. I have done this in my own life, with particular instances, and become better for it. What I am interested in seeking now is whether this holds, whether this is true. I do not know, but I want to. I believe it to be. Though we are not angels and evil is too often so vile that no heart is big enough to transmute our abhorrence into forgiveness.

I do not know. But I hope this stirs something. I believe too strongly in my species for it not to be so.

I will continue in my next article dealing with how ordinary people become evil and what we should be aware of in ourselves.

More data is needed to confirm Bloom’s hypothesis about why American atheists are so mean

Friday, November 7th, 2008

Paul Bloom, an extraordinarily erudite cognitive scientist and Professor of Psychology at Yale, has just published a piece on Slate defending atheists against data suggesting that (American) secular types are less “nice” and less charitable than their religious counterparts. After giving a rough sketch of data suggesting that people who are psychologically primed to think they are being watched at all times (in this case, by God) are more likely to be charitable (alternatively, I read this as religious people are easier to coerce…) and that atheists give less blood and less money to charity, Bloom explains:

Humans are social beings, and we are happier, and better, when connected to others…. The Danes and the Swedes, despite being godless, have strong communities. American atheists, by contrast, are often left out of community life. The studies that Brooks cites in Gross National Happiness, which find that the religious are happier and more generous then the secular, do not define religious and secular in terms of belief. They define it in terms of religious attendance. It is not hard to see how being left out of one of the dominant modes of American togetherness can have a corrosive effect on morality. As P.Z. Myers, the biologist and prominent atheist, puts it, “[S]cattered individuals who are excluded from communities do not receive the benefits of community, nor do they feel willing to contribute to the communities that exclude them.”

This is an explanation that is intuitively quite satisfying, and one with a great deal of emotional appeal to secularists who are being tired that their bitter despondence towards life is because they have no God (or vice versa). Mr. Bloom, who by eerie coincidence I just happen to have met in person literally minutes before reading the Slate article, considers himself to be a mind-body materialist (he didn’t say if he was an atheist or not, but he does say that he has never held any strong religious views despite being raised Conservative Jewish) and so we must be wary of the potential emotional appeal his hypothesis both to ourselves and to the hypothesizer.

This piece has already been circulated on Pharyngula, but at this stage Bloom’s work is still preliminary. His hypothesis is good, however, in that it makes testable predictions; there are certain things we should expect if Bloom’s hypothesis is true:

  1. Any social group that is discriminated against routinely ought to have lower rates of charitable giving, blood donation, or other measures of “niceness.”
  2. Any majority social group that enjoys any kind of de facto or de jure privilege in a society ought to have higher rates of those same measures than the discriminated minority.
  3. Groups that become more tolerated over time ought to, ceteris peribus, have increased rates of charitable “niceness.”

I do not have any of the data on those three predictions, if indeed such data exists. I invite anyone who is both interested and knowledgeable in this line of reasoning, please drop a link to some relevant research in the comments page to see if we can confirm Mr. Bloom’s promising, and optimistic, hypothesis.

Free Thought and Free Love

Friday, November 7th, 2008

I have written one Edger post on humanism and relationships before. I wrote it right after my wife had decided to divorce me, and essentially my conclusion was that in hindsight monogamy resembling marriage was probably a good idea.

That may seem like an obvious conclusion, but I argued then as I will argue now, that human sexual ethics from a naturalist perspective are not 100% cut and dry. For what its worth, however, my wife and I have reconciled.

What do I mean about sexual ethics not being 100% cut and dry?

I am willing to make a deontological commitment against rape and child molestation. Everything else is in terms of grey.

The standard in most of civilization seems to be mostly monogamy, in which one man and one woman cohabitate and have sex exclusively for the rest of their lives. In some societies the wealthiest of men could have more than one wife, but as far as I know, to say the reverse is rare is an understatement.

Yet there has always been infidelity. There has always been literature that occasionally apologizes for infidelity, even in the Bible. Prostitution is common enough to earn the cliche “the oldest profession.” In essence what I am saying, is that humanity by and large has never been able to commit wholeheartedly to monogamy.

Though, no doubt, many humans do.

In my Human Sexual Behavior course it was put that monogamy was in fashion but about 1/4 of men cheat and about 15% of women cheat. Those seem like poor enough odds that questioning the wisdom of monogamy is worthwhile.

I would venture a guess that nearly all secularists advocate for the civil rights of gays, lesbians, and bisexuals. And we should since their oppression tends to be justified by religion exclusively.

Yet within the gay community it is widely accepted that sexuality is not a well behaved thing, not an easy to categorize thing, many of my gay and lesbian friends have enjoyed sex with members of the opposite sex. Its just not their preference, and they do not think bisexual accurately describes them. So let me be blunt I know gays that occasionally do women and still consider themselves gay. I know lesbians that occasionally do men and consider themselves lesbians. It is a wise observation that the greatest sexual organ resides between the ears.

When we started an Atheist club at the University of Texas at Dallas we did not quite know what to expect. I had a mental picture in my mind of about 10 overweight or underweight guys who got together and engaged in an uncomfortable nerd-off a few times a month. When our regular attendance fluctuated from 20-30 people a meeting, with lots of people not coming every time but still regularly, all of the officers were floored.

I have been getting to know some of the club members and I have met the most wonderful group of people, who are all currently engaged in a free love lifestyle, or have been in the past.

To protect there identities I will rename three of them who I have gotten to know best, we will call them Lo, Wolfgang, and Kent.

Lo is the boss, the relationships tend to be centered around her. Though everyone involved is welcome to be with other people. They boys tend to prefer Lo. Though Lo does have lovers who have other women, I just haven’t gotten to know them as well as the guys who are always around.

What impressed me most about Lo is that she has thought this through. She has undergone a process of “ethical inquiry” as the philosopher Paul Kurtz describes it. Ethical Inquiry meaning that she has decided to experiment with ethics to try to enrich her life.

Importantly Lo really cares for her paramours. She loves them. She forms deep personal bonds with them, each of them different and profound. Lo gets to know here lovers, and they get to know her. She connects with them deeply and they learn from each other, and grow as individuals.  Lo tells me that this is her primary motive for her lifestyle. For the depth of connection she achieves, unhindered by conventional limitations. It is a lifestyle of depth, with poetry to each relationship.

Lo has a book which I am currently reading called The Ethical Slut by Dossie Easton and Catherine A Listz. Having read several of Kurtz’s books and considering myself to be someone who has a humanist ethic deeply founded in naturalism, I find this book to be so far so good. The basic argument of the book so bad is, get this, “sex is nice, and pleasure is good for you.” If one accepts this basic and elegant premise, it is hard to condemn free love.

Lo is absolutely delightful and very knowledgeable about politics. Most importantly after speaking with her a great deal and getting to know her, I cannot deny that she is as well adjusted and healthy as anyone else in our club. Perhaps even more so. She has a brave Nietzschean embrace of living passionately and intensely. I have nothing but respect and admiration for her.

Wolfgang is how I got to know this group of young people (most of the crew is in its early 20s). He and I have become fast friends, as it was clear to me due to his behavior at meetings that he was intensely clever and that he had natural leadership skills. He was also the first to open up to me about the free love lifestyle. Wolfgang is for all intents and purposes Lo’s boyfriend. To those of us not in the free love lifestyle, we would all call it that way. People in the free love lifestyle are a little more in tune with subtlety and would call it slightly differently, they would merely point out that Wolfgang takes care of Lo, or that he is her best friend. Wolfgang lives with Lo, adores her constantly, and organizes their social life.

This is not very different from my relationship with my wife. The only difference is that Lo takes other lovers, often with Wolfgang. Wolfgang is very comfortable in a menage a trois, something I think most men would find to be a humbling experience. I can only imagine a very embarassing episode of performance anxiety.

My first impression of Wolfgang was that he couldn’t be happy. He had to be merely tolerating Lo’s crazy behavior and that his life had to be a miserable pool of jealousy. When he first said this was not true, I did not believe him. Then I spent more time with them, I was there as they organized their sexual behavior, as they accommodated each other, and I saw that a jealous man could not act as Wolfgang did. He later told me he occasionally feels jealousy but he just acknowledges its there and then puts it out of his mind. I find this to be admirable.

Wolfgang like Lo is adamant about the emotional side of the lifestyle. He feels connected as well to, not only Lo, but the people they share together. Wolfgang connects deeply, and is such a tender and understanding person I can understand why he makes people so comfortable. Wolfgang is greatly compassionate, and I find myself being able to connect with him regularly even without wording my thoughts, as many of us experience with our closest friends. It would seem that his free love lifestyle is a natural amplification of that side of him, Wolfgang loves people and yearns to connect with them. This is far more his motivation than pursue  sexual gratification.

Finally we come to Kent. I also befriended Kent because he displayed natural leadership skills. Kent has a unique perspective. He is one of Lo’s guys who is not Woflgang. Now, I cannot stress enough that Wolfgang is welcome to take other lovers, but merely takes little initiative on the issue. I guess if menage a trois were the norm , one would be hard pressed to need more excitement. This is not Kent. Kent is almost like an innocent bystander, except for that he is a very willful person.

He had been friends with Wolfgang and Lo for a while, and eventually it became clear to him that he could pair up with Lo with no harm to his friendship with Wolfgang. Indeed, there has been no issues with his friendship with Wolfgang. Kent clashes with Lo more than he does Wolfgang. Kent is a strong minded young man who is a ferocious habitual reader. He is as comfortable discussing the political role of Cicero in ancient Rome as he is discussing ion behavior. I adore Kent, and quite frankly hope for the world that he becomes a powerful and influential man.

Kent has a very laissez fair attitude about his relationship with Lo. He is taking it all in stride, enjoying himself, but never being disrespectful or dishonest. Probably the most interesting thing which Kent shared with me is that he is not opposed to trying the free love lifestyle with his next lover. He has not decided against it. That tells me, that it cannot be as bad as it is made out to be.

So why did I write about this relationship on Edger?

Well for one, I stand in one of the most religious backwards parts of the U.S. and shout from a soapbox that there is no God. When you do that here, you might find yourself with a very diverse group of friends. It seems to me that for those who reject religious dogma, ethical inquiry comes as a natural precipitate.

I also write about this due to the fact that millions of years of evolution have made two things the most salient to all animals. Reproduction and death. From the ancient thoughts of our animal, and pre-animal ancestors arise all depths of human experience. The whole of psychiatric medicine is based on the simple fact that evolution predicts that by manipulating behavior in animal brains, it is generalizable to human mind and experience. This means that from our animal instincts come our romantic profundities. It seems to me to have honest ethical inquiry I strongly believe we must see our animal nature and our human potential as being on the same continuum.

No matter how wise we get, how perfect our equations, how marvelous our machines, how deep our poetry we are still animals. As animals we have very strong instincts towards sex, and I believe that our brains are hyper-plastic when sex is involved (this is my own speculation).

Researchers like Masters and Johnson, Kinsey, David M. Buss, and other great modern scientists have shown us consistently that our cultural prejudices about sex are predictably wrong in many areas.

I think as free thinkers and humanists we have a responsibility to defend and make a stand for ethical inquiry as it manifests in the free love lifestyle.

Now I am not advocating that all free thinkers should be free lovers.

That can only be for the individual to know, preferably through a process of ethical inquiry which involves reading, talking with a variety of people, and most importantly considering what will be a responsible way to be happy without doing harm to others.

All I advocate is that as free thinkers, humanists, and naturalists we are in the position to take a realistic look at sexual ethics, and that for that we must make a stand for those who do not conform to the status quo.

I think many of us have done this already with issues like gay marriage, but go to some gay rights activities in the gay community. It will not be long before you find yourself having to think about the transgendered, transexuals, and sexual orientations so diverse that I cannot even remember all the names.

Some of us may thoughtlessly align ourselves with gay rights, without ever going into the trenches with our gay brothers and sisters. Being in those trenches has done much to prime me to see that free lovers are part of that same continuum.

I believe that humanists are stewards of the incoming ethical future, I believe we have already played this role for much of the 20th century.

It is important that we think of these matters.