In a message dated 12/25/02 1:29:38 AM, Darwin@atheists.net writes:

<< I've actually had people approach me in a bar and quote that "Fuçk You

Father" poem to me and shake my hand.  Sometimes I think that I should have

spent more than five minutes writing it. >>

Dear Darwin:

Miracles are wrought from true inspiration.  Don't question your innate

creative genius, just continue to "wow" us with your sublime vision, as all

radical yet benevolent and charismatic leaders are wont to do.  I can't help

myself; the photo of you in that tee just moves me to heights of ludicrousy,

uh, no, I mean lunacy or, um,  lucidity....?

Yup, that's me, lucid.  Well, I do have my moments.

In my neck of the woods in the small town of Snow Hill, on the bottom half of

the peninsula of the Eastern Shore of Maryland, people don't believe in

atheists.  Course, they only got electricity to everybody in the 1960s, and

our schools buy the curricula that the rest of the country discarded as

worthless a decade ago, and not all the roads are paved yet, but we got

religion, dad-gum-it! 

"Could be worse...could be raining."  Actually we have had a very wet fall

and early winter after a very, very hot and dry growing season.  In my town

we have a festival called "The Blessing of the Combines" in late July or

early August.  I keep telling them they should invite the Wiccans who really

know what they are doing in this area, but they stick with Protestants, not

even any Jews, for pity's sake, or Catholics...jeez, they bless the water

every year and pets, but they don't get invited either.  This may be the last

year that the town holds the event, because the tourists aren't responding as

well as they have been, but I think they are giving up because it DOESN'T

WORK!!!   GASP! 

Farmers here are going bankrupt, selling out, and the businesses which rely

upon agriculture are bellying up too.  We had a really bad year, but thanks

to my husband's magical ability to keep pulling rabbits out of his hat, we

will survive to farm another year.  Oh boy, if only a theme park would want

our land, or maybe low income housing.  Gee, would we sell...duh?

I bet if you look for it Snow Hill's Blessing of the Combines is on the web

somewhere. 

Now you have something to occupy your time, heh, heh.

Have you read The Christ Conspiracy by Acharya S.?  Made me look at religious

debate in a whole new light.  I decided that there was no point in it. 

I am totally amazed that people still try to convince me that the bible is

the word of a god, that the myth is no myth at all but the truth.  It is as

if they tell me just one more time, then suddenly I will see the light, know

the truth, understand gawd's message for me, blah, blah...  If I just read

this passage (you know the one) it will all be clear to me, and I will be

saved and save my children and repent my stupidity.  Cheese and Rice!!!

It will never end, will it?

No, it will...when the Rapture comes, we will have the world to

ourselves....hallilujah!!

Wouldn't that be great...but I guess the Muslims would still be trying to

kill me, since I am an evil American?  Maybe I could pass for Canadian, eh? 

Well, my ancestors were Huguenots, and my husband's family trace back to

Anjou, and may wear the fleur-de-lis.

Tres cool, n'est ce pas?

Enough nonsense, the dishes await!

An Atheist in Slow Hell, Maryland