Wednesday, April 25, 2007

A Lifelong Faith

Pharyngula: A brief history of disbelief

I've never even seen him, but I know
I trusted him back then (in my own way).
I'd lay me down to sleep, but first I'd pray
That blessings in the night he might bestow.
'Twas always after pain that he would show
His riches at the dawning of the day.
The parts of me he made me give away
Were parts I had to shed to let me grow.
Throughout my teenage years he left me be,
In order that my faith could be made strong.
His many interventions in my youth
Sustained my trust, although it's been so long.
He will return! My heart and head agree,
And still beneath my pillow stays one tooth.

Sunday, April 22, 2007

Tripplehorn Doublespeak

Pharyngula: Pompous git solves the problem of induction … with Jesus!

Dear YouTube, to whom it concerns,
The stoopid! Please stop it! It burns!
We'd rather not hear
From this kid cavalier
Till he listens to grownups and learns.

In David Hume's writing there lurks
An epiphany for the young turks:
Ooh, induction is flawed!
But it beats Praise The Lord
'Cause it works... bitches, it works.

Could we base all our science on cults?
Not for long if we're thinking adults,
Because each time you try
To detect the sky guy
The Ineffable f's your results.