Catching up with Brett, Conan and Haiti

Though I haven’t been blogging, I’ve been watching, observing what’s been going on, and thinking about it. Here a few thoughts on recent and current topics.

Those who blame Brett Favre for the Viking’s loss to the Saints are out of their minds. Let’s face it, if his teammates hadn’t put the ball on the ground with mind-numbing regularity, there would have been no need to throw the ball in the late stages of the game and, thus, no interception. The Viking’s season, with their signing of Favre, was indeed a big gamble and it would have paid off if the rest of the team hadn’t succumbed to big-game pressure. As far as I’m concerned, Favre was the NFL’s MVP this year. I hate to think of where the Vikes would’ve finished without him.

As for Coco, he got a royal screwing, as did the 50 and under viewing public. Well, fellow young people, we still have Jimmy Kimmel, for the time being at least. It’s not that I don’t appreciate Letterman and Leno. I do. In fact, I recently submitted a Fun Fact to Dave which, understandably, was ignored. Here it is:

While Greek Mathematician Archimedes was the first to prove the value of pi around 240 BC, the first person to top it with ice cream was Pennsylvanian Al Lamode.

But, let’s face it, L & L are getting old as are their jokes and senses of humor. Contrarily, Conan is fresh. Different. New. YOUNG!

As for the Idahoan Baby Stealers, the so-called “New Life Children's Refuge,” yes, they belong in jail for committing yet one more atrocity in the name of religion. The world has to be protected from these people just as they have to be protected from terrorists and radicals of every religious persuasion. I’m reminded of something that happened in my home town of Dover, NJ, long ago when I was a kid. A local girl was suffering from cancer. There was a jar in the luncheonette where we hung out in which patrons dropped contributions that were to go toward the girl’s medical expenses. Unfortunately, while many of us looked at the ever-swelling wad of donations with pride, one miserable and worthless drug user viewed it as easy pickings and one day, when all backs were turned, he snatched the jar off the counter and took off with it. Taking advantage of someone else’s misery – that’s what’s going on here.

No Sweat Religion

If following a religion kills people, it is, by definition, a bad religion and a foolhardy waste of time. An alternative perspective exists within me and I feel compelled to share it with you.

My religion doesn’t require or recommend spiritual retreats. It considers them a waste of time. Every moment of every day, no matter where you are, you are engaged in life and positioned on a spiritual plane. Like it or not, so it is. I would prefer you don’t meditate, or medicate, or, for that matter, pray or prey. These things only cloud and obscure The Truth which we seek.

Love? No, I’m sorry. There’s no place for love in this religion. Nor, hate. Let’s try to keep the emotions in check as much as possible. I have it on good authority that they are merely autonomic responses to our visceral environment, anyway. Abandoning emotion is a necessity for achieving Oneness the goal of Altruistic Aceyteeism. It takes some work, but in time it will become first nature.

For example, take my own path. Because of the circumstances of my early life, for many years upon meeting someone I always took for granted that he or she did not like me. This sense was so ingrained that without thinking I reacted to all strangers as if they were enemies. Of course, now, I realize how wasteful and counter-productive this was and how it prevented me from experiencing what was actually going on. It kept me from The Truth. Now that I meet people without expectations and without activating automatic defense systems, I am able to view them as they are or, in the vernacular or our religion, I can See them.

Now, that I have attained The Oneness, as you will in time, I can glide through the day not hating, not loving, just seeing and being and understanding. Call it Peace, call it Bliss, call it Nirvana, but don't call it Kurt Cobain. Just kidding. So, it is.

Unlike many organized religions, mine does not rely on collection plates or baskets. I do, however, take donations which I accept with no emotion whatsoever.