Get Cynical

Everybody have a good weekend. I’m celebrating Labor day weekend by staying away from the net. I’ve been hearing a lot about this outdoors lately. I even saw some neat Flickr photos about it. I might try it for myself.

Update:

This outdoors…. it frightens and confuses me.

Somebody woke up on the wrong side of one of their houses:

What do you want voters to know coming out of the Republican Convention — about you, about your candidacy?
I’m prepared to be President of the United States, and I’ll put my country first.

There’s a theme that recurs in your books and your speeches, both about putting country first but also about honor. I wonder if you could define honor for us?
Read it in my books.

I’ve read your books.
No, I’m not going to define it.

But honor in politics?
I defined it in five books. Read my books.

You can listen to an mp3 of the interview here.

I have no idea who she is. To Wikipedia!

And we have sports coming up next…

These guys have a Landspeeder AND a DeLorean? How can I become friends with them?

We built this fiberglass replica landspeeder from the ground up on a custom aluminum chassis. The electric drive system is capable of a top speed around 25 mph. The speeder is the same size as the original, and can travel several miles on a single battery charge.

(via Gizmodo)

From ObamaTaxCut.com:

All numbers are from the non-partisan Tax Policy Center. Obviously, you’ll note that filling out your taxes is a lot more complicated than just listing your income, filing status, and number of children — these are estimates based upon the stated policies of the candidates and average deductions claimed by folks in similar economic conditions. Luckily, Obama promises to simplify the filing process by filling forms out for you. The number reported above is the estimated difference between income taxes paid under George Bush’s current policies and the the taxes under the Obama plan.

And CNN is there to cover these important stories.

(via Atheist Media Blog)

There are two ways: The narrow way along which the selfish go
in single file, not wide enough for husband and wife to walk side
by side while children clasp their hands. The narrow road over the
desert of superstition “with here and there a traveler.” The narrow
grass-grown path, filled with flints and broken glass, bordered by
thistles and thorns, where the twice-born limping walk with
bleeding feet. If by this path you see a flower, do not pick it. It
is a temptation. Beneath its leaves a serpent lies. Keep your eyes
on the New Jerusalem. Do not look back for wife or child or friend.
Think only of saving your own soul. You will be just as happy in
heaven with all you love in hell. Believe, have faith, and you will
be rewarded for the goodness of another. Look neither to the right
nor left. Keep on, straight on, and you will save your worthless,
withered, selfish soul.

This is the narrow road that leads from earth to the
Christian’s heartless heaven.

There is another way — the broad road. Give me the wide and
ample way, the way broad enough for us all to go together. The
broad way where the birds sing, where the sun shines and the
streams murmur. The broad way, through the fields where the flowers
grow, over the daisied slopes where sunlight, lingering, seems to
sleep and dream.

Let us go the broad way with the great world, with science and
art, with music and the drama, with all that gladdens, thrills,
refines and calms.

Let us go the wide road with husband and wife, with children
and friends and with all there is of joy and love between the dawn
and dusk of life’s strange day.

This world is a great orange tree filled with blossoms, with
ripening and ripened fruit, while, underneath the bending boughs,
the fallen slowly turn to dust.

Each orange is a life. Let us squeeze it dry, get all the
juice there is, so that when death comes we can say; “There is
nothing left but withered peel,”

Let us travel the broad and natural way. Let us live for man.

Robert Green Ingersoll – “Which Way” (1884)

To think of what the world has suffered from superstition,
from religion, from the worship of beast and stone and god, is
almost enough to make one insane. Think of the long, long night of
ignorance and fear! Think of the agony, the sufferings of the past,
of the days that are dead!

Robert Green Ingersoll – “Which Way” (1884)