June 19th, 2008, by The Angry Drunk Today this story popped up on my radar via Skeptico. The basic story is, the classroom aide of an autistic girl in Ontario Canada went to a “psychic” who cold-read the aide and came to the determination that the autistic girl was being sexually abused. Now, in a rational world, when presented with this allegation the local child services agency would dismiss it outright. In this world however they mindlessly sent forth a case worker to investigate. Of course, the charges were bull-shit, and the mother was exonerated immediately. But still, this poor woman has had her life turned upside down, her child traumatized, and an entry made in the child services records (believe me, child welfare services record all allegations, regardless of the final disposition of the case.). This is why reason matters. I know that what I’m about to write may offend some of my friends, and I sincerely apologize for that, but it must be said. This is the result of a society that devalues reason and extolls the virtues of blind faith. Sure this time around it was some woo-slinging con-woman making the allegation. But what happens when the allegations come
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December 12th, 2007, by The Angry Drunk A good rant recently from Violent Acres. I too am disgusted with the message that’s driven into us by the fuck-nozzles in the media; not just during the holiday season, but all fucking year long. “Your worth as a human being is measured soley by how much crap you buy; and the only way to show affection for others is to buy them crap too.” Want to show your demon-spawn that you don’t really want to drown them in a tub? Why, time for a trip to Mickey fucking D’s. Want to show your bitch that you love her? Don’t actually talk to her, that would be retarded. Instead drop two large on a string of fossilized coal beads that were scraped out of the ground by slaves and used to fund genocide. Seriously, look it the fuck up. To close, here’s a personal annecdote. I have an aunt and uncle, who make sure every year to send a present. Thing is, that present is a set of over-priced english muffins from some mail order company…the same fucking muffins every gods damned year. Seriously, when you’ve reduced your
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August 28th, 2007, by The Angry Drunk This is beautiful. I can’t agree more.
May 23rd, 2007, by The Angry Drunk I just ran across this via Violent Acres. While the tone is sarcastic, the theory is actually dead-on. This is what I was getting at in my post a while back.
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