There Is No Tomorrow


Only the moment we live in exists, yesterday is a faded dream and there is no tomorrow guaranteed to any of us.  That is part of what makes life precious.  The good we do and the good we are are one and the same, and it is the same with the evil in us.  We try to minimize the evil and maximize the good, and do the best we can for ourselves, our loved ones, and the world around us, generally in that order.  When tragedy strikes we usually drop our pettiness and our ugliness and help. Most of us do.

Most.  Not all.

A pact with the devil… A pact with the devil. Hmmmm (shaking head)… Pat Robertson says that the rising up in rebellion of the people of Haiti against the French which began in 1790, not the 1850’s as intimated by Pat’s “Napoleon the 3rd” comment, was somehow a deal with the devil, and implies all of Haiti’s problems are because of this “pact with the devil”.  Am I the only one reading an implication here that the Earthquake is in some way, in Pat’s view, part of the price the Haitians paid for their “pact with the devil”?

I’ve looked up several different sources for this “deal”, and surprisingly found one, though it wasn’t exactly noteworthy.  Not surprisingly, the piece I found is from a story where the man passing this along is a white protestant preacher who had been preaching on the Island for 11 years when he spoke his nonsensical crap.  And he was passing this story along to apparently give some kind of historical context to American soldiers about to deploy in Haiti, about the place, and told the story that he had no doubt heard from others and believed as if it was fact, fool that he is.

Sometimes, blind belief is a bad thing, and there’s your proof.

I know not what inspired this half a man, this alleged man of God,  to speak this gibberish or Robertson, another alleged man of God,  to believe him and tell his fantasy tale, but I tell you I am in truth saddened more than angered by this small mind. Let him think what he wants on his own.  He is rich, let him give and help these poor people. Tis the christian thing to do.

This is the only time I will reference that jackass Robertson.  Ever.  He is a fool, and I do not suffer fools.  Right now, the people of Haiti deserve better.

A quick aside:  The story sounds unbelievable, and should, in large part because there is no devil to sell your soul to.  It would be a might bit tough to sell your soul to an imaginary creature.  It’d be as easy to sell your soul to a unicorn or a leprechaun as sell it to the devil.

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Scenes from the earthquake, most of it footage which has aired all over the place, with shots of two of the dead:

There is a fairly long list of places on the web, and through texting to donate to Haitian relief on mashable.  Click here to go there to view the alternatives.

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Now if you’ll excuse me,  I have to sell my soul to Rudolph the red-Nosed Reindeer, for I too would like a shiny nose.  L8r!

Hermie...your soul is MINE

Today’s nuggets, via wikiquote:  Sarcasm: the last refuge of modest and chaste-souled people when the privacy of their soul is coarsely and intrusively invaded.  Fyodor Dostoevsky (Notes from the Underground)

An apology for the Devil.  It must be remembered that we have only heard one side of the case. God has written all the books.  Samuel Butler

A Warning: Please look for signs of possession before performing this rite. Signs include speaking in tongues, Hulk-like strength, and unusual knowledge.    From the Book De Exorcisms (approved by Pope John Paul II)

…and this blog was so serious right until the end too…

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