Neanderpundit

it’s an expression my grandmother used to use when she talked about people who- at the end of their lives- begin to worry about their places in the herafter. My grandfather (other side of the family)was like that. He watched every damned televangelist there was, and sent them all cash, trying to ensure his place in the herafter. See, he’d been the sort of a bastard you might want to kick around if you had a chance, and he knew it. He’d done things in his life that were plainly bad, and while I’ll never know if he repented of his evil, I knew he was afraid of the fires of hell. He was close to the grave, and he knew it, and the dirt he was smelling had the aroma of brimstone.

I’m amazed at the people all around me that are “smelling hot dirt”. Bloggers I used to read, friends, co-workers. They are doing their level best to ingratiate themselves with the Creator because they fear the things they have done in the past will prevent them from attaining salvation.

I may come to that point, myself, someday. For now, I don’t feel a need to change a damned thing in my life, because I have spent pretty much my whole life trying to live right. I have had lapses, and I have done things a lot would consider wrong- but the Creator is the only judge I am concerned about.

In the meantime, I continue to find amusement in the people that feel they have to cast aspersions on other beliefs to prove to the Creator that their faith is the bestest ever. Even more amusing are the atheists/agnostics who are anxious to deny the existence of the Creator, because they apparently lack the reason to comprehent Pascal’s Gambit. If you want to spend a few weeks understanding what a logical fallacy is, you should read the reams of writing that proposedly “debunks” pascals gambit.

(Brought on by an exceptional sermon today in mass. Now back to the regularly scheduled crapblogging.)

Update: Mr Dennis points out- very appropriately- in comments, that there are other creeds aside from Christianity (which was the point of the original comment) and the same holds true for them- give me a thousand decent Muslims who live normal lives devoid of any of the Infidel bullshit of the Koran (and yes, there are decent muslims out there, I know many of them) over a single Perry Stone. Thanks, mr Dennis, for helping me make this more accurate.

and now it’s your turn.

it’s Halloween!

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changed into work clothes, grabbed some tools and went out to the backyard to do some work on the windows in the sunroom.

As the door closed behind me, I realized I had locked myself out of the house, the garage door closed, and my keys in the pants hanging on the back of the chair.

So I had to break into my own house. Thankfully one of the windows I was working on was unlocked so I was able to get that open, wherupon the dog decided i was an intruder and began barking at me like a banshee, causing me to start and crack my head on the window a la Stooges. I had to bring a chair from the front yard and stand on it, leveraged my big ass up over the sill, slid into the office, hooking the belt loop of my pants on the old screweye that used to hold the wooden storm in, pulling my pants down to my ankles, and popping off my crocs into the backyard.

So there I was, laying on the floor of my office, naked from the waist to the ankles, dog barking furiously, head throbbing, and I realized I was due for another bout of whatever strain of Montezumas revenge i was suffering from.

Some days it’s not worth getting out of bed.