I know we as atheists have a hard time passing up being negative toward religion, but I look at Tebow as an opportunity to applaud his focus and self-determination. See, he thinks he’s talking to an invisible man in the sky, but because he is so practiced and so determined to feel comfort from it, his body actually rewards him with physiological relief, not because of divine effects, but because he is basically engaging in meditation. Sports psychology thrives on concentration and visualization. So kudos, Tim Tebow, for putting your mind to work to serve your goals. But yeah, that whole Jesus part is unnecessary.
Today, after I made a post on the topic, a follower of mine linked me to a website called The Nice Guy.
It’s real. It’s a real website. It’s been running for ten years.
Anyway, since I’m a glutton for punishment, I rounded up the most ridiculous bits and now I’m going to make fun of them. Join me on a journey into the mind of a progressively less and less subtly sexist jilted twenty-something and the idiots who agree with him.
I’ll be saving this as an MP3 and putting it in my iTunes so that approximately once every four to six months I’ll wonder, “What is this?” and remember it in all of its glory.
He flipped straight to the 54th page of the second volume of his favorite piece of logical philosophy, wondering aloud between sips of cognac why nobody understood that there was no real difference between mathematics and rap.
“It’s just that one is numbers and the other is words.”