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His father was a venerable and respected police officer who never took a bribe except when he needed money.

 

“… mankind can be defined as ‘a peculiar ape infested by meme complexes!’” 

 

‘Fifty dollars for fellatio and a hundred for coitus.’  I gotta write that down so I can use it on the muckety-mucks from Connecticut.”

 

“What’s a skinny ass like you doing out here in those threads, girl?  If some gorilla ever caught you out here, he’d have every pimp on the Lower East Side flatten you out like a pancake. 

 

“So tell me, what’s a fine looking girl like you doin’ out here peddlin’ your pussy with all these street people?  Did something bad happen to you?

 

And then… you wait nine months and a baby plops out!  I mean… what more proof d’ya need there’s a God.  That’s literally a fuckin’ miracle!”

 

She was a graduate of the exclusive L’Effete College in Boston, majoring in marketing, but minoring in linguistics, which gave her affinity for foreign languages, of which she claimed to speak seven – although she could only be understood in one, jabbering New York City Bronxese.

 

“Another fuckin’ nut!  Used to be about one dude is ten was a nut job.  These days, one dude in ten is normal.

 

She stopped in front of Cynthia and gave her a look of “don’t try to kid me, sister, I can look right through ya,” shaking her head knowingly and making a “tsk-tsk” suction sound, in the manner of a stern first-grade teacher at some brat kid with a really stupid idea.

 

The secret to success and happiness, he felt, was faith:  the ability to believe things one knows to be untrue, and Whipple didn’t understand that.

 

“So this is Dick Gherkin, why have you been hiding him from me all this time?” 

 

“You are the sexiest Carmen I have ever sung with. You are the sexiest Carmen in history!”

 

I guess that’s the price we have to pay for conformity:  we can only do our jobs as best we can and helplessly watch the natural world being defiled and brazenly violated right before our eyes.

 

The only positive comment he ever received from reporters and boxing insiders was “he knew how to take a punch.” 

 

That we’re all animals.  And animals were the inventions of plants to help ‘em spread seeds around, being plants can’t walk around by themselves.  Can you beat that?  The purpose of human existence is to eat a bunch of cherry pits and crap ‘em out all over the place! 

 

Speaking of the paranormal, just an aside, can anybody guess the literary character who’s appeared in the most movies?” 

 

What a cruel ironic cosmic joke!  Books written by goat herders and fishermen, determining the destiny of mankind and the entire planet.

 

I’m not afraid of death and judgment.  I know a good and just God could never punish me for refusing to abandon reason.” 

 

Proudly bald, he was a short man, with a barrel chest and a nitroglycerine temper that could be set off by a humble fly casually meandering into his office space.

 

“The Lord could strike me dead right now, and I wouldn’t mind a bit, because now I’ve seen everything.

 

The only positive comment he ever received from reporters and boxing insiders was “he knew how to take a punch.” 

 

If we can prevent one unwanted pregnancy through education, we can prevent all unwanted pregnancies.  Abortion is a horrible thing, and no longer necessary. 

 

What kind of concept is that to instill in furtive young mines?

 

I guess that’s the price we have to pay for conformity:  we can only do our jobs as best we can and helplessly watch the natural world being defiled and brazenly violated right before our eyes.

 

As it stands now, animals have a soul and we don’t—because they live in harmony with nature and we’re causing a major extinction.   

 

Grossman jumped out and stood before the intruder on 96th Street, tucking his ragged shirt into filthy, shit-brown dress pants that a scarecrow would have been ashamed to wear.

 

She stared into the clean windowpane and noticed a flake of paint on the sill and Momma Grossman felt a stab of emptiness that was more painful than all the arthritis and fibromyalgia that ever plagued her—the silent, unyielding pain of a hole in the heart, a gaping emptiness caused by losing one’s son.  It was a black hole that sucked into its event horizon all the happiness and joy of having lived a successful family-devoted and God-devoted life. 

 

Somebody had to make the fuckin’ thing, right?  It’s the same way with human beans.  There has to be a Great Designer.” 

 

Like, daytime TV is society’s punishment for being unemployed, you agree?”

 

“In the 19th century it was the Indians.  Last century it was the Huns, then the communists.  Now it’s the terrorists.  Next it’ll be aliens from outer space—then invisible clones or some other bullshit.   When the hell are you political alphas gonna learn that as people get educated the same old monkey tricks aren’t going to work anymore?”

 

Throughout his life, Good Brother Lopez learned to respect authority and to value a well-rounded, Christian education. His family instilled in him an ardent love for the Church and a burning ambition to be a top banana

 

 

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