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I hate how most Christians think that if you're an Atheist, you're morally bankrupt. I think it's far more likely the other way around.

Christianity, or any religion for that matter, rules through fear. Why don't theists commits acts that are sinful? Because if they don't resist the temptation of such things, they go to some awful place where they'll suffer for eternity. How is that moral?

That's not cheating on a test because you could get caught, not because you want to pass on your own merit.

If anything, I think an atheist if by far more moral. With no fear of some otherworldly punishment, we refrain from bad behavior by power of our morality alone.

And within that same vein of thought, good deeds are done simply for good deed's sake, not because we're trying to impress some omnipotent myth that we're worthy of their affection.

GrapplingIgnorance has a poem that matches my thoughts on the issue. It's called, "Sunday Best".

Ands I Quote,

As per Kayla, since I don't feel like writing my own description of the events:

"Here I sit in our newly purged apartment, a somewhat changed man (saying woman for whatever reason, annoys me at the moment). Experiencing today was wearying enough and between the two recountings, I don't have the energy to write it all out again.

Suffice to say, some shit went down.

The bulletin points are:

Cat was in our apartment to get the last of her stuff finally, after almost four months.
Cat wanted to know where her vacuum (an expensive Dyson she stole from Fred Meyer's) was, I let her know it was broken.
Cat called us liars and said she was going to start stealing our stuff (the PS2, the Wii).
Unable to concentrate on work knowing what she was doing, I left, and Nichole (my current supervisor) was very straightforward with me and let me know that based on my attendance tomorrow (or today, now) I am going to receive verbal counseling (essentially a write-up) for leaving, but she would have done the same thing in my place.
Stephanie picks me up, I call the non-emergency police line to request an officer because of Cat's violent history, hoping to avoid a domestic dispute.
We meet Officer Perry (an amusing coincidence) and find Cat has locked us out. I don't have a key so I run down to the office and get a copy. Upon opening the door we find the apartment empty, the place disheveled, and the PS2 gone. The Wii is slightly pulled away from the wall as if she meant to take it, but gave up after finding it difficult to extract. She has also taken a filing cabinet which contained some of our documents, which includes the first 50 pages I ever wrote for Valiant's story, which sadly, are now completely lost.
Officer Perry gives us his card, advises us to speak with Quatama's facilities mananger to get the lock changed and rent a garage out for a day so we can get her shit out and avoid any sort of legal/domestic battle. He leaves, telling us to call if there's trouble.
Stephanie and I spend a couple hours clearing out shit by ourselves. The locks are changed, Quatama graciously gives us a garage for one day, free of charge.
Cat arrives. Cat tries the lock and fails. We don't let her in.
Shit goes downhill.
Gary (her ex-fiance) calls saying he's going to get the fish tank and subjects me to a 20 minute rant about blood being thicker then water and how we're only making this difficult for no reason. I tell him that this is my decision and I will stand by it, end of story. He calls back a few more times and we argue some more.
An hour passes uneventfully aside from some humorously dramatic texts from Cat.
Gary arrives.
Gary and I get into an argument because he won't stop pushing me on the Cat issue.
I stand firm by my decision and refuse Cat entrance. I say that I have no problem with her getting her stuff, but she is not welcome in our home. There is plenty of stuff in the garage and the hallway for her to take.
Cat calls the cops.
The cops walk Cat in and tell her she has five minutes to grab what she needs, assuming I agree that it's hers.
I remain calm while Cat carries on hysterically about how unfair and childish I'm being.
The cops are swayed towards us by the end of their time there and the male of the pair wishes us good luck.
Cat carries on in the hall but doesn't do much else.
Gary finishes the fish tank and we are on mostly amicable terms again. He too sees our point of view better now.
At 7:30pm I eat for the first time that day, aside from water sipped throughout.
Later, we watch Independence Day and my day is now at an end as I prepare to go to bed for another day of work."

Letter Warz

Being unable to find the words to reply I asked Kayla to reply in a way that expressed both of our feelings regarding the situation. Thank you, baby. <3

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Kayla would like to thank Amanda for the points she brought up that contributed to some of the points in this letter. She would also like to thank the Academy for no special reason.

Things I just can't ignore

Well hello again, LiveJournal. It's been quiet a long time, hasn't it? I don't mean to be neglectful, but I never seem to have anything I feel the need to post.

What you say is true, there have been some issues I could easily write about.. but when it comes to putting listless thoughts and the occasionally recognized emotion into actually structured words, I can never seem to get it right. But then again, you're my journal.. so you know that. I hate to ignore, then approach you only when it's convenient to me, but there's an issue I want to address to you and I know you don't mind. I love how I don't have to really explain myself to you.


WHAT. THE. FUCK.  I put something under a Cut, and now it's completely gone??? FUCK YOU LIVEJOURNAL, SEE IF I EVER USE YOU AGAIN YOU STUPID PIECE OF SHIT.

Writer's Block: Money to burn

If you were given two weeks off with an unlimited supply of money that was only good for those two weeks (anything you purchased, invested, or saved would disappear when the two weeks were up), what would you do?

Kayla and I would have the most lavish and perfect wedding for us, paying for anyone's passport, airfare and stay if it included somewhere out of the country.  We'd hire several famous bands to perform a few songs(offering a rediculous sum of money to ensure that they were here on the specific day and time despite any former plans they probably would have). Everyone would have custom-made outfits to fit the theme.

Kayla and I would probably be vain(or me at least) and have any cosmetic surgery I(or we) wanted done.. and spend our recover time relaxing on some remote island in Hawai'i where we're waited on hand and foot.

On the last day(since most basic cosmetic surgeries take only a few days to recover from), I would rent out all of Disney World and Epcot for our private Honeymoon use.
MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! Finally. Job is mine.

For the passed 2 days I've been paid $10/hr to sit and read my book. I've read a novel and a half in two days. o_o... looooots of book reading.

My ACTUAL job involves hunting down what case file/person file a certain document belongs electronically attached to. I have to hunt through many databases and have at least 3 points of reference in order to absolutely prove that an image document belongs to a file. My childlike mind is trying to convince me that I am a Private Detective. XD

I SHOULD have the ability to long into all the systems tomorrow... but assuming that I can't.. MOAR READING!! XO

I love my life.
So I torrented the movie, The God Who Wasn't There and even though it wasn't the best movie I've ever seen, I did enjoy it and I am contemplating purchasing the full copy so that I can watch the full interviews. A recommended watch, and as the title infers, it's not exactly Fire&Brimstone-friendly.

And following a few link given at the end of the film, I stumbled upon a letter that I found highly amused:
Dear Believer.

And if you go to the main site that I found this here , you'll find some other amusing stuff.

For example, The Bible on Biblical Marriage .

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Well, that's all for now. Whee! My first actual post of the year~ how exciting.