We Owe It To Our Kids To

The Market For Nonsense Is Infinite.

I Want To Be Cremated, And I Want My Ashes Blown In Uri Geller's Eyes.

To Make Sure That My Blasphemy Is Thoroughly Expressed, I Hereby State My Opinion That The Notion Of A God Is A Basic Superstition, That There Is No Evidence For The Existence Of Any God(s), That Devils, Demons, Angels And Saints Are Myths, That There Is No Life After Death, Heaven Nor Hell, That The Pope Is A Dangerous, Bigoted, Medieval Dinosaur, And That The Holy Ghost Is A Comic-book Character Worthy Of Laughter And Derision.

No Evidence Against A Firmly-held Belief, No Matter How Good Or Abundant It May Be, Will Sway The True Believer.

I Questioned Her Further, And Eventually Got To Talk To Her Doctor. And Her Doctor Sort Of Shook His Head And He Said, I Have Examined Her For Throat Cancer At Least 15 Times In The Past Few Years.