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So, in trying to promote American Celt among other things, I suppose mentioning it here might pique some interest. We are currently working on new designs for t-shirts that are a bit less Pagan and more mainstream Celt. Also, this fall we will unveil the newest mead line "Filthy Whore" blackberry mead.

Gone, But Not Permanently

Have been really, really busy - getting a company started, rehearsing for shows, working on a comedy album - among other things. I am going to come back and try to post something of interest on a regular basis. Some of the stupidity I see from Craigslist R&R will no doubt be featured. Thanks for reading ....

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Ken Ham Should Be Keel-Hauled

What a supreme moron. This guy ought to be fed through a wood chipper feet first. He is a world class charlatan and deceiver. Just read this and try to keep your head from exploding.

http://www.answersingenesis.org/articles/1999/11/05/dinosaurs-and-the-bible

Happy New Year

I don't get in here to post often enough, but if you're watching, you never know when you'll see something. I found a cool quote from Bill Hicks (my hero) you might find interesting:

Fundamentalist Christianity - fascinating. These people actually believe that the the world is 12,000 years old. Swear to God. Based on what? I asked them.

"Well we looked at all the people in the Bible and we added 'em up all the way back to Adam and Eve, their ages: 12,000 years."

Well how fucking scientific, okay. I didn't know that you'd gone to so much trouble. That's good. You believe the world's 12,000 years old?

"That's right."

Okay, I got one word to ask you, a one word question, ready?

"Uh-huh."

Dinosaurs.

You know the world is 12,000 years old and dinosaurs existed, they existed in that time, you'd think it would have been mentioned in the fucking Bible at some point.

"And lo Jesus and the disciples walked to Nazareth. But the trail was blocked by a giant brontosaurus... with a splinter in his paw. And O the disciples did run a shriekin': 'What a big fucking lizard, Lord!' But Jesus was unafraid and he took the splinter from the brontosaurus's paw and the big lizard became his friend.

"And Jesus sent him to Scotland where he lived in a loch for O so many years inviting thousands of American tourists to bring their fat fucking families and their fat dollar bills.

"And oh Scotland did praise the Lord. Thank you Lord, thank you Lord. Thank you Lord."

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Why Reward Con Men?

Many charlatans over the course of history have become wealthy and prominent through exploitation of the ignorance and lack of education rampant in the general population. Creation “science” proponents like Carl Baugh and Kent Hovind are the worst kinds of charlatans because they actually know better. They are intelligent enough to know that the stuff they’ve concocted is pure horse shit, but since so many ignorant, uneducated paeans will swallow it, they unashamedly claim any fantastic lie they can dream up is true, and continue to cash in. Just like snake oil salesmen of old. The great unwashed hordes never learn that there is a sucker born every minute, and one to take him.

Good One - Accurate Too

Wow, New Studio Furniture!

Why is the World so Weird?

I am a Stephen King fan, and I logged onto the official Stephen King site's message board and realized I'd missed the July issue of Esquire Magazine with his new novella "The Gingerbread Girl". I decided to go to one of these "news stands" not far from my office to see if I could pick one up. The guy there is holding ONE copy for himself, and had sent all the rest back (after all, the next tamest thing they have there is Playboy, and it's mostly hardcore porn beyond that). But he sells me the Esquire and for some reason we start talking about how prolific Stephen King is, and I explain that I'm plot-challenged and do better at songwriting, and we start talking about the Europeans and Goethe and Mark Twain and the catacombs under Paris and the Inquisition and atheism ... I'm standing there talking philosophy with this Austin guitar player while gazing on the racks full of silicone simulacra of male sex organs in every size and color (including purple with sparklies). It was an odd way to spend my lunch break. But at least the guy at the store was intelligent and interesting and turned me onto a writer named Christopher Hitchens, who would be the approximate equivalent of Sam Harris as a nonfiction author on the subject of religion. I know of no other business where you can pick up lubricant, sex toys, porn, and get caught up on atheist philosophical literature, all in one place.