This Is Why Reason Matters

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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…But I Though “Every Kiss Begins With ‘Kay’” Was a Life Lesson…

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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Jedis Suck

This is beau­ti­ful. I can’t agree more.

Monkeysphere

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.