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Religion or Non-Religion?

Posted by Christopher Van Epps on August 31st, 2004

On a plane from Miami to Tampa last week, I sat next to a young fellow coming back from the Dominican Republic, where he spent some time building a small medical center. He and about a dozen of his yellow-shirted co-workers were all on the same flight, and they all sat around me.

He was the chatty sort, where I typically tend not to be. But this is OK since I have a fairly versatile personality if I’m feeling cooperative. So he’s telling me about his adventure, and I, genuinely interested, ask him follow-up questions and it’s all very cordial. He steered the conversation toward religion by continually asking me whether or not I go to church. I say that I haven’t been to a church since that wedding in Canada I attended back in 1999. He asks why. So I casually say that I’m an atheist. You would have thought that I spat in his face the way he reacted.

“You’re an atheist?” he asks loud enough for his co-workers to hear. It’s at this point that I realize that the organization all these yellow-shirted zealots belong to is a religious-based, non-profit, volunteer, missionary type organization. I wish I remember the exact name so I could provide a link to their site. This link will have to do instead.

So he proceeds to ask me the very first question that dozens of other religious people have asked me when they discover my stance on God. They all ask the exact same question…

“So, you don’t believe in anything?”

I tell him that just because I reject the idea of a supreme being does not mean I have zero beliefs, like some nihilist procrastinator. (?) I tell him that I believe in (what I call) Quasi-Absolute Morality, which is my own personal take on moral relativism. It employs a bell-curve paradigm with intelligence on the x-axis and population on the y-axis. Most of the people in the curve (like you and I) share much the same morals on things like incest, murder, adultery, theft, etc. At the ends of the bell curve, we have the really intelligent people (like Leopold and Loeb, Ted Bundy, Hitler, Nixon, Woody Allen, etc.) as well as the really stupid people, both groups of which have relatively different moral views, depending on their particular situation.

Well, he doesn’t like this at all. So he gives me all the standard God questions like…

“Where do you think people came from?” Evolution.
“Do you believe in heaven and hell?” No and no.
“Do you think Jesus Christ was a real person?” Yes.
“Do you believe in eternity?” You mean, like this plane ride?

Which brings me to my next not-so-shocking observation. Why is it when an atheist and a reverent person get together to discuss religion, it’s ALWAYS the religious type that attacks/tries to recruit the atheist? Why does the atheist feel it unnecessary to try to “turn” the religious person?

Here’s the next not-at-all-shocking statement. I believe that fundamentalism breeds severe intolerance. We need only look at groups like the Skinheads, Islamic fundamentalists, the KKK, Pro-Life groups, the Bush Administration (just kidding) to see many fine examples of this attitude. I’m committed to my own beliefs as much as all these groups are because they allow me to function with a set of guidelines. What I do not feel in the slightest is to “pitch” or “push” these beliefs on anyone else. They’re for me only.

Honestly, I wasn’t in the mood for a religious debate on a cramped 757. I just wanted to start my vacation; I wasn’t really pushing very hard. So he asks one of his co-volunteers to reach into their carry-on to retrieve a bible, so that he can read Revelations to me. I stop him there and say, “Dude, I know you mean well and everything, but reading the bible to me isn’t going to work. I appreciate the effort, truly.”

So we arrived in Tampa, we exchanged pleasantries, we got on the little shuttle that took us to the greeting area, then we parted ways. Later in the parking lot, he was struck by lightning. He died instantly.

I made that last part up, but wouldn’t that have been funny?

Hey, check out this really cool lunar animation.

Jack Handy 27

Posted by Christopher Van Epps on August 31st, 2004

I remember that one fateful day when Coach took me aside. I knew what was coming. “You don’t have to tell me,” I said. “I’m off the team, aren’t I?” “Well,” said Coach, “you never were really ON the team. You made that uniform you’re wearing out of rags and towels, and your helmet is a toy space helmet. You show up at practice and then either steal the ball and make us chase you to get it back, or you try to tackle people at inappropriate times.” It was all true what he was saying. And yet, I thought something is brewing inside the head of this Coach. He sees something in me, some kind of raw talent that he can mold. But that’s when I felt the handcuffs go on.

If I ever opened a trampoline store, I don’t think I’d call it Trampo-Land, because you might think it was a store for tramps, which is not the inpression we are trying to convey with our store. On the other hand, we would not prohibit tramps from browsing, or testing the trampolines, unless a tramp’s gyrations seemed to be getting out of control.

I can still recall old Mister Barnslow getting out every morning and nailing a fresh load of tadpoles to the old board of his. Then he’d spin it round and round, like a wheel of fortune, and no matter where it stopped he’d yell out, “Tadpoles! Tadpoles is a winner!” We all thought he was crazy. But then we had some growing up to do.

Jack Handy 26

Posted by Christopher Van Epps on August 30th, 2004

Many people think that history is a dull subject. Dull? Is it “dull” that Jesse James once got bitten on the forehead by an ant, and at first it didn’t seem like anything, but then the bite got worse and worse, so he went to a doctor in town, and the secretary told him to wait, so he sat down and waited, and waited, and waited, and waited, and then finally he got to see the doctor, and the doctor put some salve on it? You call that dull?

I scrambled to the top of the precipice where Nick was waiting. “That was fun,” I said. “You bet it was,” said Nick. “Let’s climb higher.” “No,” I said. “I think we should be heading back now.” “We have time,” Nick insisted. I said we didn’t, and Nick said we did. We argued back and forth like that for about 20 minutes, then finally decided to head back. I didn’t say it was an interesting story.

If you’re a Thanksgiving dinner, but you don’t like the stuffing or the cranberry sauce or anything else, just pretend like you’re eating it, but instead, put it all in your lap and form it into a big mushy ball. Then, later, when you’re out back having cigars with the boys, let out a big fake cough and throw the ball to the ground. Then say, “Boy, these are good cigars!”

Jack Handy 25

Posted by Christopher Van Epps on August 29th, 2004

I wish I lived back in the old west days, because I’d save up my money for about twenty years so I could buy a solid-gold pick. Then I’d go out West and start digging for gold. When someone came up and asked what I was doing, I’d say, “Looking for gold, ya durn fool.” He’d say, “Your pick is gold,” and I’d say, “Well, that was easy.” Good joke, huh.

A funny thing to do is, if you’re out hiking and your friend gets bitten by a poisonous snake, tell him you’re going to go for help, then go about ten feet and pretend that *you* got bit by a snake. Then start an argument with him about who’s going to go get help. A lot of guys will start crying. That’s why it makes you feel good when you tell them it was just a joke.

I guess I kinda lost control, because in the middle of the play I ran up and lit the evil puppet villain on fire. No, I didn’t. Just kidding. I just said that to help illustrate one of the human emotions, which is freaking out. Another emotion is greed, as when you kill someone for money, or something like that. Another emotion is generosity, as when you pay someone double what he paid for his stupid puppet.

Jack Handy 24

Posted by Christopher Van Epps on August 28th, 2004

The whole town laughed at my great-grandfather, just because he worked hard and saved his money. True, working at the hardware store didn’t pay much, but he felt it was better than what everybody else did, which was go up to the volcano and collect the gold nuggets it shot out every day. It turned out he was right. After forty years, the volcano petered out. Everybody left town, and the hardware store went broke. Finally he decided to collect gold nuggets too, but there weren’t many left by then. Plus, he broke his leg and the doctor’s bills were real high.

Too bad when I was a kid there wasn’t a guy in our class that everybody called the “Cricket Boy”, because I would have liked to stand up in class and tell everybody, “You can make fun of the Cricket Boy if you want to, but to me he’s just like everybody else.” Then everybody would leave the Cricket Boy alone, and I’d invite him over to spend the night at my house, but after about five minutes of that loud chirping I’d have to kick him out. Maybe later we could get up a petition to get the Cricket Family run out of town. Bye, Cricket Boy.

I think a good product would be “Baby Duck Hat”. It’s a fake baby duck, which you strap on top of your head. Then you go swimming underwater until you find a mommy duck and her babies, and you join them. Then, all of a sudden, you stand up out of the water and roar like Godzilla. Man, those ducks really take off! Also, Baby Duck Hat is good for parties.

Jack Handy 23

Posted by Christopher Van Epps on August 27th, 2004

Life, to me, is like a quiet forest pool, one that needs a direct hit from a big rock half-buried in the ground. You pull and you pull, but you can’t get the rock out of the ground. So you give it a good kick, but you lose your balance and go skidding down the hill toward the pool. Then out comes a big Hawaiian man who was screwing his wife beside the pool because they thought it was real pretty. He tells you to get out of there, but you start faking it, like you’re talking Hawaiian, and then he gets mad and chases you…

Sometimes, when I drive across the desert in the middle of the night, with no other cars around, I start imagining: What if there were no civilization out there? No cities, no factories, no people? And then I think: No people or factories? Then who made this car? And this highway? And I get so confused I have to stick my head out the window into the driving rain—unless there’s lightning, because I could get struck on the head by a bolt.

Jack Handy 22

Posted by Christopher Van Epps on August 26th, 2004

It’s true that every time you hear a bell, an angel gets its wings. But what they don’t tell you is that every time you hear a mouse trap snap, and Angel gets set on fire.

If you’re in a war, instead of throwing a hand grenade at the enemy, throw one of those small pumpkins. Maybe it’ll make everyone think how stupid war is, and while they are thinking, you can throw a real grenade at them.

I hope life isn’t a big joke, because I don’t get it.

The next time I have meat and mashed potatoes, I think I’ll put a very large blob of potatoes on my plate with just a little piece of meat. And if someone asks me why I didn’t get more meat, I’ll just say, “Oh, you mean this?” and pull out a big piece of meat from inside the blob of potatoes, where I’ve hidden it. Good magic trick, huh?

Vacation Update

Posted by Christopher Van Epps on August 25th, 2004

Hello from Florida. I haven’t seen any post-hurricane carnage, but then, I haven’t really looked. What I have been doing is staying drunk, getting plenty of pool time, and sleeping well into mid-morning. However, I’m quite sore from two straight days of playing “Pool Ball” a game we created while splashing about in the water one day.

I’m sure it’s old news but I saw a pretty funny political cartoon/video while in the land of Jeb Bush.

Jack Handy 21

Posted by Christopher Van Epps on August 25th, 2004

I believe in making the world safe for our children, but not our children’s children, because I don’t think children should be having sex.

Even though I was their captive, the Indians allowed me quite a bit of freedom. I could walk freely, make my own meals, and even hurl large rocks at their heads. It was only later that I discovered that they were not Indians at all but only dirty-clothes hampers.

I wish outer space guys would conquer the Earth and make people their pets, because I’d like to have one of those little beds with my name on it.

Jack Handy 20

Posted by Christopher Van Epps on August 24th, 2004

I can’t stand cheap people. It makes me real mad when someone says something like, “Hey, when are you going to pay me that $100 you owe me?” or “Do you have that $50 you borrowed?” Man, quit being so cheap!

I think the mistake a lot of us make is thinking the state-appointed shrink is our friend.

I think one way the cops could make money would be to hold a murder weapons sale. Many people could really use used ice picks.

If you ever reach total enlightenment while drinking beer, I bet you could shoot beer out of you nose.

Jack Handy 19

Posted by Christopher Van Epps on August 23rd, 2004

Just because swans mate for life, I don’t think its that big a deal. First of all, if you’re a swan, you’re probably not going to find a swan that looks much better than the one you’ve got, so why not mate for life?

If you’re robbing a bank and your pants fall down, I think it’s okay to laugh and to let the hostages laugh too, because, come on, life is funny.

If you ever catch on fire, try to avoid looking in a mirror, because I bet that will really throw you into a panic.

Sometimes I think I’d be better off dead. No, wait, not me, you.

Jack Handy 18

Posted by Christopher Van Epps on August 22nd, 2004

When you die, if you get a choice between going to regular heaven or pie heaven, choose pie heaven. It might be a trick, but if it’s not, mmmmmmm, boy.

Whether they find a life there or not, I think Jupiter should be called an enemy planet.

Instead of trying to build newer and bigger weapons of destruction, we should be thinking about getting more use out of the ones we already have.

I think a good gift for the President would be a chocolate revolver. And since he is so busy, you’d probably have to run up to him real quick and give it to him.

Travel Time

Posted by Christopher Van Epps on August 21st, 2004

Heading down to sunny (and annoyingly humid) Florida for a week. While there, I hope to stay cool and drunk.

Jack Handy 17

Posted by Christopher Van Epps on August 21st, 2004

If you go parachuting, and your parachute doesn’t open, and you friends are all watching you fall, I think a funny gag would be to pretend you were swimming.

When I was a kid my favorite relative was Uncle Caveman. After school we’d all go play in his cave, and every once in a while he would eat one of us. It wasn’t until later that I found out that Uncle Caveman was a bear.

Children need encouragement. If a kid gets an answer right, tell him it was a lucky guess. That way he develops a good, lucky feeling.

The crows seemed to be calling his name, thought Caw.

When Wackos Attack

Posted by Christopher Van Epps on August 20th, 2004

Normally, I don’t pay attention to Michael Jackson’s little circus of freaks, but this story is fucking hilarious.

Michael: I gotta stop the madness! They all think I’m strange.
Yes Man 1: Yeah, that’s crazy Michael…I don’t mean crazy…I mean, that’s just not fair.
Michael: I need to spread the word about what a loving family man I am.
Yes Man 2: Great idea, Jacko! Can I help?
Michael: Of course you can Yes Man 2. I love you very much.
Yes Man 2: Uhhhh….I love you too?
Michael: Yaaaayyy! It’s a big love-in!!

Jack Handy 16

Posted by Christopher Van Epps on August 20th, 2004

As the evening sky faded from a salmon color to a sort of flint gray, I thought back to the salmon I caught that morning, and how gray he was, and how I named him Flint.

If you’re a young Mafia gangster out on your first date, I bet it’s real embarrassing if someone tries to kill you.

Whenever I see an old lady slip and fall on a wet sidewalk, my first instinct is to laugh. But then I think, what if I was an ant, and she fell on me. Then it wouldn’t seem quite so funny.

Jack Handy 15

Posted by Christopher Van Epps on August 19th, 2004

Marta got offended that I used the word “puke.” But to me, that’s what her casserole tasted like.

We used to laugh at Grandpa when he’d head off and go fishing. But we wouldn’t be laughing that evening when he’d come back with some whore he picked up in town.

I wish a robot would get elected president. That way, when he came to town, we could all take a shot at him and not feel too bad.

Jack Handy 14

Posted by Christopher Van Epps on August 18th, 2004

As we were driving, we saw a sign that said “Watch for Rocks.” Marta said it should read “Watch for Pretty Rocks.” I told her she should write in her suggestion to the highway department, but she started saying it was a joke – just to get out of writing a simple letter! And I thought I was lazy!

One thing kids like is to be tricked. For instance, I was going to take my little nephew to DisneyLand, but instead I drove him to an old burned-out warehouse. “Oh, no,” I said, “DisneyLand burned down.” He cried and cried, but I think that deep down he thought it was a pretty good joke. I started to drive over to the real DisneyLand, but it was getting pretty late.

If you saw two guys named Hambone and Flippy, which one would you think liked dolphins the most? I’d say Flippy, wouldn’t you? You’d be wrong, though. It’s Hambone.