Over the past two days two famous men died: James Brown and Gerald Ford. James Brown died at 73; Gerald Ford was 93.
I'm talking about James Brown here. James Motherfucking Brown. Sweating, rocking, living on the edge. And Gerald Fall-Down-Yawning Ford. Gerald Ford got an extra 20 years, for christssake. What kind of god would stand for this crap? That's rhetorical, my good readers, I really don't want to debate god's mysterious ways. I'm just remarking on the wrongness of it all.
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
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Perhaps (that's to hedge my bet) God has nothing to do with it. The Universe is indifferent.
James Brown is alive and well and living in my iPod. Thank God for that!
Perhaps the god(s) just wanted a venue change for New Year's Eve. The capricious gods of myth appeal to me more than the monotheists' god. I believe they were damn tired of not having a live James Brown concert. If that were the case, there's an outside chance that the "YMCA" image in my next blog entry may find an amused audience. Then again, I could end up like Hedwig predicts:
And if we don't behave
They'll cut us down again
And we'll be hopping round on one foot
And looking through one eye.
As for the iPod, some might argue that it is tangible proof of a benevolent deity.
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