College student schools Rick “Frothy Mix” Santorum

This was posted at Atheist Media Blog, a repost from Gawker.

In the clip, Rick Santorum is bald faced telling a group of students in an intimate setting that because he believes what the bible says about homosexuality, he’s labeled a bigot.

He says he’s basing his “opinion” on 2,000 years of moral teachings from an organization of like-minded men telling each other what’s best. Meanwhile, moral-based, church-advocated slavery, baby killing, murder, genocide, etcetera has all been deemed immoral even by a organizations as immoral as churches. It’s fantastic what progress can do for life.

A female student pipes up and calls him into question, citing the American Psychological Association.

She gives defies/corrects/teaches him a good goddamn something about the subject, but Santorum won’t have it. He claims that an organization of psychologists are — of course! — going to agree with themselves. That’s what dumb idiots do. They organize themselves and stroke themselves and hope everyone else strokes them too.

I mean, who wants a professional airline pilot to fly their plane. I want someone with a little more experience in biblical teaching.

Gawker writes:

Yea, because a bunch of centuries old bullshit from withered old men in robes and a magic book that was written by God knows who (seriously, God does know who) is unassailable fact about the evils of homosexuality, but scientific finding about it are just so much silliness. He makes this way too easy, and is way too infuriating.

And to add insult to injury, Santorum’s leader Yeshua teaches him to expect ridicule if he chooses to follow him. So it’s a good thing that people call you a bigot, Ricky. Get your head out of your ass.

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Special Addition Edition: A Wednesdog Don’t!

It’s Wednesdog! And since Jude judged me and virtually crushed my feelings about missing another Caturday, I figured you needed makeup sex. I mean, a makeup blog.

I saw this over at Joe My God, and thought of all of you.

A badly-placed sticker on this book cover renders the title to read: “Cooking your Dog; Tasty, healthy and Safe recipes.”

It is hump day, but humping your dog isn’t recommended either.

Just sayin’.

Be sure to check out Joe My God for all kinds of great blogging, including this photo of an autographed edition of the bible.

How cool!

These underpants are making me awesome!

My running life has surged over the past few months. Tina and I run about 3 to 4 times a week. I went from about 3.5 miles per exercise day to about 4 to 6 miles.

My routine is running to the gym, working out (swimming or weights) then running home. Lately I take a longer route to and from.

You may not know this, but with more running, there’s a chance your butt is going to chaff like your thighs are sandpaper and your perineum is a sensitive nerve factory.

I grew up athletic. I played soccer and basketball in school. And, despite the warnings to wear scrotum hugging active wear, I have rarely succumbed to the advice.

In high school, if I wore tighty whiteys to work out, I would get a stomach ache that felt like I was kicked in the pants a hundred times over. I played soccer in boxers.

Lately, I haven’t had that problem. I will run in a bathing suit with underwear built in, and no pain issues. Since I swim, I would wear the shorts two or more times before washing (gross, huh?).

With more running comes more stinky, sweaty clothes. So Tina and I walked over to Target, and I bought a pair of Champion underwear like the ones above. I thought surely, these things aren’t going to work for me. I thought surely I’m going to hate them.

But you know what?

You can’t get my ass out of them. I want to wear them ALL THE TIME!!!

Seriously, they make my genitals feel warm and cozy.

I mean, I’m this close to taking Anthony Weiner style photos and sexting all of you!

When I run in them, there’s no chance of chaffing … none, nada, zilch.

Remember when you were little, and you got a new pair of shoes, and suddenly you thought you were faster and could run forever?

That’s what these underpants do for me.

When I pull them up, and head out the door, I’m faster.

I can run longer.

I am awesomer!

I put on Runkeeper, blast a little Metallica or Foo Fighters, and I’m zooming down the road. Hell, I even run to Mute Math. I hear they’re a Christian band … and yet I’ve not turned away from non-belief yet. How about that?

When I’m running in my new underpants, people may not know that I’m awesome, but that’s the look I try to have on my face.

“I am awesome in these underpants. Watch me run!”

From now on, these are my underpants of choice … and I recommend them to you and yours … so you can be awesome, too.



It’s Wednesdog!

Okay, okay … it’s Wednesdog! I get it.

Today’s Wednesdog is a double hump day bump. Here’s Talulah and her Boxer friend Oliver. Oliver is about a year old, and he’s a rubber band of bouncy energy.

His mom and another dog’s dad and I occasionally meet in our backyards to talk dog talk. We share flatulence stories, and other canine topics of interest … size and consistency of poop, what bed hogs they are and how adoring they are of us as their owners.

Hope you have a happy hump day and an extremely awesome Wednesdog.