Bombs away!!!

Recently, in Jacksonville, and islamic community center was bombed.  This is nuts.  Insane.  Which leads me to believe it was someone that was of another religion.  Say… christianity, perhaps.  The loon(s) responsible needs to be apprehended and prosecuted.

I am absolutely appalled that someone thinks this is ok.  Protest peacefully, if you feel the need.  But do NOT firebomb any religion’s place of worship.  This is a hate crime of epically insane proportions.  I hope no atheists would do this.  I know I don’t like the Islamic religion.  I don’t like Christianity, either.  But I certainly wouldn’t bomb or set fire to any churches.

The Poop...

I mean the Pope.  Pope Palpatine. No, Pope Nazi  Ratzi. Anyways, a lovely pic of that wingnut who thinks he is god’s right hand or something.

Non-photoshopped*:

Photoshopped*:

I can’t decide which one is more scary…

Hat tip to Eric and Phil.

* May or may not be photoshopped.

  

BOOBQUAKE 2010

Boobquake has officially begun.

For those of you not familiar with the story, you can find it here.  A fellow atheist blogger from Indiana, Jen McCreight has gained international media attention for her single blogpost in reply to some superstitious religious nut offering his explanation for earthquakes. 

She really is quite brilliant and I will be following this event and take notes of any seismic activity.

Too bad I don’t like boobs.

Home again

So, I am back home in Indianapolis from my little trip to Richmond.

And this is what I come back to.

John McCain being an ignorant old bastard.  How surprising.

Here’s the deal.  Arizona just passed a stupid immigration law which essentially allows requires a police officer to engage in racial profiling.  It is another case of prejudice being written into laws here in the USA, essentially.  NOT OK.  But the wonderful and wise Sen. McCain disagrees.  Why?  Because the illegal immigrants are intentionally causing accidents on the freeway. 

WOW.  I am sure that’s documented fact, though.  And I am sure that he knew exactly what he was talking about.

Oh look, a pig just flew by.

Small Travels

I am now soaking up some rays in Richmond, IN.  Odd place for someone like me to be, considering it is a small, conservative, mostly ignorant sort of town.  Except they have quite a gay community.  Interestingly, the majority of the inhabitants that I have met seem to be non-judgemental (at least outwardly).  Admittedly, I haven’t met many people, either.  I have certainly seen some interesting signs, linking President Obama to socialism and a lot of other ignorant tripe.  More on that later, when I have pictures to prove it.

There is one place in this town that I absolutely adore.  A pet shop called Critters, where two friends of mine, Sebastian and Aaron, work.  They have many birds here with all sorts of personalities and sizes.  From quakers to maccaws, from sweet to “Don’t even look at me.”  Which brings me to the story of my interactions with one of these certain birds named Polly (cliche, I know).

Polly is an amazon, and hates me.  So there I am, with my back to this bird while she is out of her cage, petting another of the birds, when she starts slowly inching toward me.  Now I am paying attention to this, because I like my flesh right where it is.  She leans toward me slowly, and I look at her and she backs off a bit.  But only for a moment.  This is the fake out.  Back off and look at him until he turns his head again.

So this continues slowly for a few minutes, with me trying constantly to keep my eye on her while trying to pay attention to another bird.  Every time I catch her with her mouth just inches from my arm, she says something and backs off.  The problem here is that I am bad at multi-tasking and I am already afraid of this bird.  So then I feel something touch my shirt, and I jump around and say “No!”  To which Polly replies, “I’ll whoop your ass!”

Speechlessness.  Fear.  Oh snap.

I just tucked my tail and walked away.

Atheist Blogroll

My blog, The Blog Cobbler, is now a proud member (my blog has emotions) of The Atheist Blogroll. You can see the blogroll in my sidebar. The Atheist blogroll is a community building service provided free of charge to Atheist bloggers from around the world. 

If you would like to join, visit Mojoey at Deep Thoughts for more information. 


Also, I have joined the Out Campaign.  Witness the Scarlet “A”, also in the sidebar, and click on links to learn more.

In which we learn a bit more about Kevin.

I created this blog for these sorts of experiences:

I just hope I don’t end up looking like the guy in the illustration.

Is it indecent exposure when no one sees?

No, this is not an existential question like “If a tree falls…"

A teacher in Hamilton, Michigan has been arrested for indecent exposure. The only problem is that no one saw him do it. (This is when the stupid causes my head to hurt.)

So, here’s the story in a nutshell. Janitor finds tissue in the teacher’s garbage bin. Janitor then SNIFFS said tissue. (This is when my brain explodes from the stupid.) The janitor decides that it smells like semen. He presumably tells the principal who then sees fit to phone the police. Teacher is arrested for indecent exposure because he had a tissue that smelled like semen in his trash can. I really don’t know what to make of this, as I thought someone had to see in order for indecent exposure to have taken place. But that doesn’t stop me from imagining the scene.

Here’s how I see it going down:

In my mind, the janitor is this old guy with a vendetta against all things liberal or artsy. Some extreme grouch form of William Conrad or maybe even a bit like Charlton Heston. Right, so here he is, in the music classroom, and he has a score to settle. So, he’s eyeing the place, right? Looking for anything to take this man down. And there’s something in the trash can. A tissue!! He should probably inspect that tissue very closely. So he gives it a good sniff and what do you know? SEMEN. By jebus, he has that teacher now. So he rushes to the principal’s office and struts in, all important and accomplished. He dramatically throws the tissue on the desk and says “AHA! He’s been masturbating!”

What an idiot.

But then a friend helps me imagine another part, later in the story. The cross-examination of the janitor by the defense attorney. Oh the fun I could have with him if I were the defense attorney:”Would you say you smell semen soaked tissues on a daily basis?”

“Do you sniff every tissue in every waste basket? Or did you just single out Mr. Teacher’s waste basket?”

“How many hours a day would you say you spend sniffing tissues on your hunt for semen?”

“How, exactly, did you become such an expert on the smell of semen?"

I shall be interested to see how this turns out. And if anyone knows anything about indecent exposure in Michigan, please enlighten me.

I wonder what this teacher did to piss off the administrators of the school…

Hat tip to Robert for being the defense attorney.

Ladies and Gentlemen…ME!

So this is kind of an interesting idea. I am now writing a post about me and my new blog. Like writing an email to absolutely no one. This was clearly a lunatic idea. In other words, nothing has changed.

So, a bit about me, then. (This might sound as complicated as a 4th grade book report.) Kevin is the name. I am a young, gay, liberal atheist nerd. I am currently living in the middle of conservative hell also known as Indiana, though I admittedly do live in the most liberal city, Indianapolis. I have done many things that count as work, mostly easy jobs like serving and bartending. I am an avid gamer and general nerd. I love science, and aspire to be a surgeon, which is proving a bit difficult. I, alas, am not an expert on anything (except,perhaps, video games and Harry Potter.) That is to say that I don’t have a degree. Yet. OH, and I have no tact.

I hate to say this, but this is probably going to be a mash up blog of pissed off ramblings about religion, politics, video games, general ignorance. What I really want is to give a voice to my many demographics and hopefully grow as a person from followers (if I ever get any).

So, that’s about it. You might just know more about me than my stepmother.

OH…The name of my blog came from a britishism (briticism?): bob-cobble, which essentially means a beating of the back-alley sort.