We kick off this week in international headlines as fresh new Pope Francis rocked the religious world by coming down from his gilded palace on high to inform the unwashed masses that being an atheist is A-OK. Will this be sufficient cause to slay Godwin's Law once and for all? It remains to be seen. What can be safely assumed is that if you are an atheist who does "good", "good" can or must not include:
- having or providing abortions
- having premarital sex
- having protected sex
- having the gayness
But, you know, other than that, thumbs up! Swing open those pearly gates and come on in, Atheists of Great Works!
- having or providing abortions
- having premarital sex
- having protected sex
- having the gayness
But, you know, other than that, thumbs up! Swing open those pearly gates and come on in, Atheists of Great Works!
Happy Friday, Toronto!
Before you all flee to cottage country for the long weekend, why not take a moment to educate yourselves on the weekly happenings of the world around you? And WHAT a week it has been!
Out on the west coast, BC pollsters have successfully collated enough data to prove once and for all that they do not deserve to have jobs. In light of their shockingly wrong predictions, coupled with similar results in Alberta and Quebec, many are now seeking new employment, perhaps in the "guess your weight" tent at the CNE. One pollster, seen exiting his office with hang-dog eyes, was heard to mumble "I should really take that internship with Miss Cleo. She knows what she's doing."
Before you all flee to cottage country for the long weekend, why not take a moment to educate yourselves on the weekly happenings of the world around you? And WHAT a week it has been!
Out on the west coast, BC pollsters have successfully collated enough data to prove once and for all that they do not deserve to have jobs. In light of their shockingly wrong predictions, coupled with similar results in Alberta and Quebec, many are now seeking new employment, perhaps in the "guess your weight" tent at the CNE. One pollster, seen exiting his office with hang-dog eyes, was heard to mumble "I should really take that internship with Miss Cleo. She knows what she's doing."
Today is the day before my 27th
birthday, and I am afraid.
The fear in my head is not the kind of
dread you feel in the immediate, say, at the sight of something shocking. It isn't a feel of paranoid unease,
either. Rather, it is a fear brought
about by a persistent and unquiet uncertainty, a simmering pot of question stew, bubbling up with chunks of "what if"s "should I"s .
I have just finished my last day of work at
my primary source of income. If I fail to find work in the next two months, I will be broke. I will be forced into a situation where I must rely entirely on the charity of others, and while that charity may be willingly given, I feel deeply ashamed at the possibility. I dread even more that I may be forced away from a place I have come to call home, and friends that I have made in that place.
To understand this, I have to look back.