I love gorillas


A troop of wild Ugandan gorillas stroll into a tourist camp, act like they own the joint and then proceed to blow one lucky camper’s ever-loving mind (who really should be commended for keeping it together). If this doesn’t move you on some level I shall be forced assume that you go whaling in your spare time.

I love gorillas. You should too. They’re family!

Tip of the hat to Via Jerry Coyne at Why Evolution Is True.


3 thoughts on “I love gorillas

  1. Doesn't matter if you believe in the whorizontal, you're still gonna croak and make the flowers grow; then, while your body's eaten by grubsNworms, your indelible soul rises to be judged on what YOU alone have done with your finite existence. Y'better think summore on where you wanna spend eternity, dude. Time’s running out. Here's what I did. I was involved in an severe accident at 15 with my sweetheart, 17 (you can read about it on my profile). Nevertheless, I found what few other human mortals on this swiftly, decaying planet have yet to discover: a Way Home, past this violence and materialism that has so engulfed our populace on this journey to our demise; because you’re ignorant on how to rise above the whorizontal and one-outta-one shall croak sometime, somewhere soon, God has set-up this magnificent feature on the Way either Upstairs or downtown: the Warning. Everyone (me, too) living on this planet will see and feel the Warning lasting about 20ish minutes, showing U.S. a gorgeous picture of Heaven, Purgatory, and dagnasty Hell. Remember, God doesn’t condemn; we condemn ourselves by our sinful lifestyles of unbelief. The Warning’s just a wake-up call. Don’t believe me? You will soon. God bless you with discernment: atheism is cool, isn't it, till you croak…

  2. Ah, religious spam. Incoherent, rambling and fucking off-topic as ever. Thanks for dropping by!Before you go, you might want to ruminate over why an all-powerful perfect omni-loving entity like your bearded buddy couldn't or wouldn't just choose to let everyone see Heaven, instead of creating Hell, creating Satan, and basing the entire God/man relationship on not going there.

  3. Also, I'm glad I don't find this idiocy about damnation convincing. Because yours is not a god of love, he's a god of torture, misogyny, hatred, tribalism, rape and terror. You don't worship out of love for this god, you worship out of sheer terror of Hell and constant uncertainty regarding your worthiness. Just remember who created Satan, who created Hell and who permits both to exist, next time you're on your knees begging not to go to the Fire.It's not love your twisted faith is based on; it's terror. Your God is a terrorist – he frightens you into obedience and scares the doubts out of you. Just think about how much happier you'd be as a Christian if Hell wasn't part of the equation! You could live without fear. You could dedicate yourself to God in the knowledge that you and all people would see God in Heaven – oh, but that aint right is it? You don't want everyone to see Paradise. Not without jumping through the same flaming hoops you have to. For you, Paradise has to be earned, and you in your arrogance assume you've earned it, which makes you special. Your pride and greed blind you to the reality that this is the one life you get; your fear of your loving God deafens you to the doubts that even now fill your head.Go on. Listen to those doubts. Ask yourself where they come from. Not your Devil – they come from your all-too ordinary brain, a brain which for millions of years has been asking Why, Who, How, Where, When? The people who ask those questions honestly might not always find the truth, but they'll always be closer to it than those who insult their own intelligence by answering those questions in advance with the three-letter cop-out of "God".

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