Postmodernism In A Nutshell

Just found this quiplet at an art blog:  "Abandon the search for truth---settle for a good fantasy."  Now, it's true that searching for truth is more laborious than panning for gold, more hazardous than hollowing out mines for opals.  But if men will go to such lengths for mere temporal riches, how much more worthwhile the precious booty of genuine diamonds:  truth is forever.

Fantasy's mere mica.

Artificial "Intelligence"????

A lot of times, google is just plain DUMB.  I typed in "baby sharks clinging to mother" (reminiscent of possum babies on their mom's back) and I get a whole page of THESE types of images!!!  {snort} 

Beastly Technology

Sparked by the contents of my previous post, I was googling skin patches, when I came across this ghastly bit of info.  Temporary medical tattoo....uh HUH!  And then just slip some sort of nanoparticles into the unwitting patient's skin, while you're at it.

666, here we come...

He's the Political Panacea-Placebo Patch!

My father once claimed that "the male of the [human] species" is superfluous once he's reproduced.  Frankly, I think it's even more applicable to most females of the species.  Just ran across another illustration of it.

Youtube videos often involve "Dove" soap ads.  Today's intrigued me because a group of women in a "study" were given a "beauty patch" for their skin, that they claimed made them feel better about their looks.  Hmmmnnn, I'm thinking, what are the ingredients of this "magic patch"?  Sounds like nothing but a placebo decal to me.

Googled it.  Shoh nuff, at the end of the 2 week "experiment," the women are told that the contents of the patch consist of ... nothing.  ROTFL!

OK, so I'm asking myself, did these broads not check out what they were getting themselves into before they agreed to this "experiment"?  Weren't they even one bit concerned (or at least curious) about what drug might be traversing their skin and polluting their systems?  And doesn't it just prove how moronically GULLIBLE the average (American) woman is?  (It also goes a long way to explain why we've got someone like Obarfma in office---and why Clinton lasted so long). 

As a literature major, I can't help thinking about the archetypal deceived woman in The Garden.

Of course, that placebo patch is relatively benign when compared to this updated torture device.  Why not just use Sensa?  {shrugs}  I mean, yah, there's a long history of women suffering for the sake of "beauty" (spike heels being the Western variant of the Chinese practice of binding women's feet), but THAT patch is a bit extreme...or maybe not, since people put pierced stuff not only on their tongues, but even more masochistically, on their private parts.

Anyway, in my estimation, a really useful patch would be one that fixes the average female's brain.

Why So Uptight?



 

I find this picture puzzling:  first of all, "probably."  Ahhh, so the atheist isn't QUITE positive.  Even he can't be totally sure.  But downright bizarre is the "stop worrying."  If you're an atheist, and you don't believe there is a God (or you don't believe there's enough "evidence" for His existence), then why are you worried?  If God is as much a figment of the imagination as the Tooth Fairy, Santa Claus and Leprechauns, then why be concerned?

 

There might be a clue in an ancient Middle Eastern tome.  There we read,

 

For what can be known about God is plain to them,
because God has shown it to them.  

For His invisible attributes,

namely, His eternal power and divine nature,

have been clearly perceived,

ever since the creation of the world,

in the things that have been made.

 

So they are without excuse.  For although they knew [!!!] God, they did not honor Him as God or give thanks to Him, but they became futile in their thinking, and their foolish hearts were darkened.  Claiming to be wise, they became fools...  (source)

 

Then there's the odd implication that if you believe in God, you can't enjoy your life.  Never mind someone like King David, who wrote  "in Your presence there is fullness of joy; at Your right hand are pleasures forevermore."  Or the Calvinist's statement:  "The chief end of man is to glorify God and enjoy Him forever." 

No, no, none of that counts:  believing in this Celestial PartyPooper means---GASP!---you can't fornicate to your heart's content, or blow your brains to smithereens with drugs, or perpetrate experiments on folks you loathe, and you can't just go and nuke your enemies or slaughter off the inconvenient infant in your womb. 

THOSE types of things, and THOSE alone are truly the quintessential elements of enjoying life.

Penguin Parable

This short little video is symbolic of the kind of nation we've become.  (Too bad the reality isn't as funny as this snippet.)

Handy Scapegoat

Inanimate objects, especially "intelligent" gadgets, make the best whuppin' boys, don't they?