Episode 30 – Partial Transcript
(note: Transcript may contain parts that were edited out of the final episode due to time restraints)
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And now, the Scathing Atheist
It’s Thursday, it’s September 12th and it’s the 12th anniversary of Heath’s first 9-11 joke.
I’m your host Noah Lugeons and from sardonic New York, New York, this is the Scathing Atheist.
On this week’s episode,
We’ll be compassionate enough to cut the story with all the childrens’ cancer jokes
We’ll discover that there are levels of evil Pat Robertson can reach that would still surprise you,
And Christian homophobes create a Christian version of something that was Christian to begin with.
But first, the diatribe.
I was twelve years old and my mom was talking to a couple of friends of hers about where they were when they learned that Kennedy got shot. One of the friends admitted that she couldn’t actually recall where she was and that freaked my mom right the fuck out. How could she not remember that moment?
Now, psychologists will tell you these so-called “flashpoint” memories are just as unreliable as most of our other memories, but I didn’t know that at the time and neither did my mom. It was simply unthinkable in her mind that somebody could have forgotten that moment. And that was simply unthinkable to me. I couldn’t comprehend of an event so potent that you’d be surprised when somebody failed to recall it precisely a quarter of a century later.
And I continued to not comprehend that for another thirteen years.
It’s damn hard to say that there was a silver lining to 9/11. I’ll have enough respect not to rank it on a scale of tragedy, but it was the most horrible example of humanity that I’ve ever had to witness. The emotional reaction that so many of us shared that day can’t be explained rationally. That colossal mix of anger, fear and impotence isn’t something I’d ever like to revisit.
But if there was a phoenix that rose from the ashes that day, it was the new-atheist movement. The four horsemen all cite the 9/11 attacks as the impetus to their vocal opposition to religion. Throughout the 90s we’d all been force fed the immutable dictum of cultural tolerance so faith was off limits. Sure, there were still plenty of atheists and there were still plenty of people bitching about the evils of religion, but after 9/11 those people were suddenly on TV. They were writing best sellers. They were suddenly being listened to. They had been right all along and it took a few airplanes crashing into a few buildings on live television for a lot of people to realize that.
Of course, references to 9/11 have fallen out of favor in the atheist movement. It’s become fashionable to rise above that type of rhetoric. I’ve seen a number of prominent atheists vehemently disavow the popular meme that reminds us that science flies you to the moon while religion flies you into buildings, or the one that shows the twin towers standing stalwart above the words “Imagine no Religion”.
The platitude a la mode would tell us that the number of religious people who have flown airplanes into buildings is sufficiently eclipsed by the number of religious people who haven’t flown airplanes into buildings. It would be too simplistic to say “religion did it”, wouldn’t it? There were far more things contributing to the rationale of the suicide bombers on 9/11 than just the six dozen hotties they were about to deflower. So you can’t blame religion, can you?
And there’s a lot there that I’ll agree with. I’ll agree that the overwhelming majority of believers aren’t suicide bombers. And I’ll agree that it’s more complex than “religion did it”. And I’ll agree that there were other contributing factors. And even granting all that, I’ll still blame the shit out of religion.
Here’s the thing: convincing somebody to blow their self up is trickier than you think. Without divulging any of the details of why I know that, consider the most gullible person you know and ask yourself if you think you could convince them that blowing their self up would earn them a trip to a virgin-laden paradise. Tough, huh? Now imagine you had to do it without using religion.
No one person can do that. It would take indoctrination from birth. It would take total control of what the victim learned, what they read, what they watched. It would take institutions to make somebody believe anything so patently counterintuitive.
And it just so happens that we have institutions that were designed for exactly that purpose. Modern day religious apologists are fond of telling us that the religion of today is nothing like the barbaric faith at it’s roots and that’s true to a certain extent in certain parts of the world at certain times, but that doesn’t change the fact that the vehicle they’re driving was designed to make people do what they were told to do, even, nay especially, when it went against their own best interest.
If you take out the poverty or the nationalism or the charismatic recruiter, you could still get probably round up 19 guys willing to kill in the name of god. But if you take out the god your task becomes damn near impossible.
So call it hyperbolic if you want. I say if there was any lesson we could extract from that tragedy it’s that religious zealotry isn’t something we can afford to tolerate.
Joining me for headlines tonight is cleverly introduced Heath Enwright. Heath, are you ready to participate in pre-headline banter?
Witty response, Noah.
Laughter, fading to witty retort, Heath.
Laughter indeed, Noah. I think I’ll exercise my optional additional witty rebuttal here, at which point you’ll probably add a rejoinde-
Rejoinder ending in half-ass segue.
In our lead story tonight, the Vatican has recalled its ambassador to the Dominican Republic amid allegations of being a naughty, naughty nuncio. Archbishop Josef Wesolowski was yanked off his post for getting his post yanked off and then winding up in the yankee post.
“Pope Franky Cranky About Wesolowski Lanky Crank Yanky Spanky Hanky Panky”
Surprised you didn’t get “skanky” in there. Rumors of the archbishop’s frisky business first arose in the Dominican press a few weeks ago and the ambassador was whisked away before you could say “official investigation”… or at least, before Dominican Attorney General Francisco Dominguez Brito could say “official investigation”.
We atheist podcasters could be foiled so easily, by clergy just not raping kids. We’d lose a big chunk of material there . . .
So if the intrinsic value of not raping kids isn’t enough, they should consider the strategic value. And as much as it would hurt our stellar ratings, I’d give away all this fame and podcast fortune,
if the church dialed down the rape even just a little.
Sounds fair to me. But instead, in yet another concerted effort to undercut their own “we-really-mean-it-this-time” charade, the Vatican has moved quickly and decisively to protect an Archbishop from prosecution for sex crimes AGAIN. With the ink on his new “get tough on child rapists” legislation still drying, Pope Sweet Frans-vestite winds up in the delicate position of explaining that when he said “get tough” he didn’t mean tough as in “subject to the same minimal legal standards as the rest of the world”.
When a senior official of an institution is caught covering up decades of child rape, there IS a classy way to handle it. And I think Joe Paterno showed us that classy way . . . And in case that was too subtle . . . I’m saying take a cue from Joe Pa and go die quickly.
Wesolowski, who was nomadic even for a child-raping Catholic official, had previously served in Africa, Costa Rica, Japan, Switzerland, India, Kazakhstan, Tajikistan, Uzbekistan and Denmark. But I’m sure he only started fucking kids in the DR.
Yeah lots of people don’t develop those kid-rapey instincts until later in life. Much like scotch, cock is an acquired taste. Best to start with ten-year-olds, then maybe move your way up to twelve and fifteen. Twenty-one isn’t worth the extra money.
And I know that officially I’m supposed to call him “alleged child rapist” or whatever, but fuck that and fuck him. The Vatican is going to make damn sure he’s only ever “alleged” child rapist so I’m gonna go ahead and call an unprecedented abrupt removal from a diplomatic post that exactly coincides with the opening of a sex-crimes investigation an admission of guilt and say this dude is a dirty child fucker. And if he doesn’t like it, he can come and get me. He’ll find me in a neutral nation with friendly extradition treaties with the Dominican Republic.
Do you think the court cases against these guys ever get settled by the victims raping them back. Like a “brown eye for a brown eye” type of deal?
Vatican withdraws Dominican ambassador quick before he has to face charges of child sex abuse: http://www.washingtonpost.com/world/the_americas/catholic-church-relieves-its-ambassador-in-dominican-republic-amid-official-investigation/2013/09/04/8dd3e8e0-15c6-11e3-961c-f22d3aaf19ab_story.html
And in “Not all the stories can be as light hearted as that last one” news tonight, a Bangladeshi court has indicted four atheist bloggers on charges of not properly cupping Mohammed’s balls and saying things that hurt Allah’s feelings. Because apparently Allah is a sissy god and can’t smite these dudes on his own.
Are there a lot of Bangladeshi citizens reading atheist blogs and Reddit posts all day, trying to really hash out their true feelings on the origins of the universe? Is that what they do between state-mandated early morning Muslim prayer, and state-mandated later early morning Muslim prayer?
Despite the Vonnegutian nature of arresting people for insulting a fictional character, the (air quote) “assailants” are facing as much as 14 years in prison after at least one of them already faced a brutal assassination attempt.
If you get 14 years for epistemological whistle blowing, what’s the penalty for attempted brutal assassination?
The indictments you were asking for, apparently.
This is like if Edward Snowden found out the CIA was spending millions of tax dollars to track Santa Claus throughout the Arctic . . .
And also chasing Carmen Sandiego from Berlin down to Belize.
I’d like to think we wouldn’t have jail time and water boards on the table in that situation.
Before moving on to any more of the details, I’d just like to say that I make a lot of jokes about how backwards and fucked up the US judicial system is, but all things considered, I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of ‘Murica and to the republic for which it stands, one nation, under whoever the fuck I’ve gotta say to not spend 14 years in prison, so help us baby-Jesus, Amen.
The accused, whose names I won’t butcher out of respect, have already spent three months in prison and are currently free on bail after pleading not guilty.
Prosecution by the Ministry of Silly Walks would be far less ridiculous.
4 Bangladeshi Bloggers indicted for being atheist bloggers: http://www.washingtonpost.com/world/asia_pacific/bangladesh-court-indicts-4-bloggers-for-allegedly-posting-derogatory-comments-about-islam/2013/09/08/8b05423c-1876-11e3-80ac-96205cacb45a_story.html?
And from the “It turns out there actually were worse things we could’ve done in Rwanda than nothing” file tonight, blathering idiot and perpetual first runner up in the crypt-keeper lookalike competition Pat Robertson is working hard to remind everyone that he’s not just a crazy, ranting, superstitious, senile old bigot; he’s also evil.
First place must have gone to Lisa Robin Kelly from “That 70’s Show”?
But even slightly pre-mortem. And for those listeners playing in celebrity death pool fantasy leagues, she was 43 years old, so that’s 57 points for the predictably departed meth enthusiast, in standard formats.
And from celebrity death pool back to celebrity death-monger, a documentary titled “Mission Congo” recently premiered at the Toronto film festival and apparently it details how Pat Robertson used the suffering of the Rwandan people to perpetuate a scam almost as reprehensible as the whole Jesus thing.
It’s hard to tell who cured more cholera and dissentary in the refugee camps, because Doctors Without Borders was there at the same time as Pat Robertson’s preachers. That’s lots of doctors and lots of bibles, so . . . who’s to say?
According to filmmakers David Turner and Lara Zizic, it might be fewer bibles than you think. Robertson consistently exaggerated, distorted and misrepresented the extent of his charity’s work in Rwanda and used these lies and deceptions to bring in hundreds of millions of dollars, a very small percent of which actually wound up helping anyone but Pat Robertson.
It’s about now I’d normally compare him to a Bond villain, or a Die Hard villain . . .
But Pat Robertson is SO MUCH WORSE, because he’s actually a real person doing this shit in reality. He raised money from gullible rednecks in the American south, to finance bullshit humanitarian aid to Rwandan refugee camps, but actually diverted the planes to service his secret blood diamond company!!! All he’s missing is a disfiguring scar, and conspicuous red doomsday button that says DO NOT PRESS.
If anybody’s out there investing in “rapture button” technology…
And just to fit the bad guy stereotype perfectly, and get a three week timeshare on Secret Bad Guy Island, his covert African diamond mining company is owned through those “offshore accounts” they always use. I never understood those. Is the money hidden in the ocean? Why does offshore mean we can’t find these banks? Yes it’s offshore, but we all still know where Bermuda is.
Robertson denies these allegations and if you can’t trust the guy who said last week that gay people in San Francisco have secret rings with AIDS needles so they can infect straight people when they shake their fucking hands, congratulations, your brain still works.
Obviously a hoax . . . And if Pat Robertson had ever been to San Francisco, he would know that real gay people in San Francisco don’t shake hands . . . they dick bump.
Yeah but to be fair, the ring idea would work for that, too.
Pat Robertson accused of fraud: http://www.theguardian.com/film/2013/sep/05/mission-congo-pat-robertson-aid-rwanda
And protecting the rights of children to be stupid this week is the Islamic Society of Tampa Bay Area who are fighting for the right of their children to be the most undereducated in the Florida public school system.
Muslims and Christians love to compete … I guess “Dumbest Kids in Florida” is a fitting battle for those two groups. We’re really talking about “Dumbest Adults in Florida” aren’t we? And that’s a competitive category. This is a state that was governed for eight years by a guy named Jeb.
This story revolves around a letter being circulated by said society that twists the shit out of Florida law to make schools think they’re under some obligation to let kids out of school whenever god tells them to. Titled “Religious Observance Early Dismissal Request Form”, the letter misrepresents several laws in an effort to excuse Muslim kids from school at 12:30pm to pray during a special holiday… called Friday.
What are we even talking about? How disruptive could it be for the three Muslim students in all of Florida to leave early on Friday?
And, as the group points out, education obviously isn’t as important as everyone makes it up to be or they couldn’t get away with the grammatically dubious moniker “Islamic Society of Tampa Bay Area”.
This whole thing is suspicious though. Muslim families in Florida?!? There’s no normal Muslim family stubborn enough to settle in Florida. These are obviously deep sleeper cells.
Tampa Islamic group wants kids released early once a week to pray: http://www.patheos.com/blogs/friendlyatheist/2013/09/06/islamic-society-of-tampa-bay-area-wants-schools-to-let-muslim-students-leave-class-hours-early-every-week/
And from the “Equal Opportunity Inequality” file tonight, pastor Makeda Pennycooke is begging for forgiveness from Jesus and people who really exist this week after sending out a controversial email that encouraged her congregation to try to look less black.
As in more Barack, less Michelle? Colored but not too colored?
No, Barack is still too black for her. The email in question actually said that the church should work to put it’s best foot forward and make sure that the people greeting parishioners on Sunday morning should only be the best people, by which she meant the white people. And don’t let the caucasian sounding name fool you, pastor Makeda Pennycooke is a sista.
I’d like to read a quote I made up, from the email:
“Our white workers will be at the front, and our workers of color will have a separate, but equally important job in the back of the house, much like a restaurant staff.”
Can’t imagine how that stirred up any trouble.
And while there is something of a silver lining in the realization that a black woman can hate the coloreds as well as any white man, I think we can all agree that it’s important that we continue to allow blacks in North Carolina to greet people outside of churches. Otherwise they’ll have nothing at all to do on election day.
Black Pastor apologized for insisting that only white people should greet parishioners: http://www.christianpost.com/news/im-sorry-pastor-begs-diverse-congregations-forgiveness-for-only-white-people-email-on-sunday-104106/
And in “We’ll just start our own universe and it’ll be way better than yours” news tonight the ongoing attempt to create a fully realized parallel reality for Christian children is one step closer to fruition this week with the announcement of the new queer-hatin’ alternative to the Boy Scouts, Trail Life USA.
The Brokeback Mountaineer issue strikes again.
Joining Christian versions of theme parks, museums, music, science, television, wikipedia, schools and Floridian Courthouses, this latest attempt to inculcate children with a Truman Show like inability to recognize that gays don’t have hooves and bifurcated tails is, of course, a response to the Boy Scouts recent partial backpedaling of it’s long standing official policy of demonizing an innocent segment of society.
Nothing says “The Boy Scouts of America no longer officially hates gays enough” . . . than starting your own all-male tent pitching squad.
Scheduled for official launch on precisely the day that the Boy Scouts start letting the homos in, Trail Life USA promises to be (quote) “stronger, safer and more principled in every way” and co-founder and head redneck John Stemberger went out of his way to use hairy testicled phrases like “masculine outdoor program” when describing the program and how totally heterosexual it will be.
I think as a country, we’re pumping out more than enough homophobic outdoorsmen, without any additional youth outreach programs. There’s an entire homophobic outdoorsmen genre on television. We have an entire swath of this country that is clever enough to see the amazing rhyme potential of hatin’ queers and lovin’ steers, but fails to see the irony of preferring livestock anus to human male anus.
New Alternative to Boy Scouts for queer-hatin’ rednecks: http://www.christianpost.com/news/christian-values-based-alternative-to-boy-scouts-launched-104009/
And finally tonight, in felonious coconut news, a delinquent drupe was detained by detectives in the Maldives last week under suspicions that the tropical fruit was possessed by an evil wizard who intended to use the dark coconut arts to influence an upcoming election.
I’m not sure how we could possibly mock religion here, but you were saying “evil coconut wizard” . . . go ahead.
The story begins, as magical coconut stories often do, when a concerned citizen noticed the suspicious brown orb outside a local school that was designated as an upcoming polling station.
Can a brown orb that is – in fact – a coconut, be suspicious in a country that has palm trees and coconuts everywhere?
Well, either it was noteworthy or this weird ass is just taken to closely examining the scattered fruits he comes across One way of the other, he noticed that a Koranic verse was etched into it, meaning it could only be the work of a malicious sorcerer.
Or maybe one of the 100% of citizens that are Muslim, have Korans lying around, and have easy access to brown orbs.
He contacted authorities who inexplicably did not tell him to fuck off and instead investigated the coconut and according to the terminology in every news report we could dig up, the coconut was… arrested.
Textbook profiling of an infidel spy. Brown on the outside, white on the inside.
A local wizard was summoned by the police to determine the exact mystical properties of the suspect and to counteract its evil powers. Because apparently Maldivians are idiots. And before we get a bunch of emails about it, yes, Maldivian is the correct demonym.
And yes, “idiots” meaning “stupid people that believe in voodoo coconut election fraud” . . .
And I can’t believe we didn’t mention this yet, but how does election fraud make any fucking difference in a theocracy?!?
Fraudulent by definition.
Curse-carrying coconut arrested in the Maldives: http://www.patheos.com/blogs/friendlyatheist/2013/09/06/a-coconut-is-messing-up-this-countrys-elections/
That’s gonna do it for headlines tonight, Heath, thanks again for joining me.
And when we come back, we’ll be doing that bit you were really looking forward to.
For the sake of your survival, you should really read the bible,
It’s the only moral guide you’ll ever need;
Think you found a contradiction? You must suffer some affliction,
Cause there ain’t no fucking fiction there to read.
For the sake of your salvation, believe in Biblical creation,
Learn these Jewish incantations, learn them well.
Why go through life just guessin’, when the bible teaches lessons,
Like the fabrics you can dress in; to bypass hell.
Well… God wrote that he wrote it. Inside that’s clearly noted.
Just ask yourself, why would he lie?
God said that he said it. Don’t you ever forget it.
Can’t be refuted so don’t try.
For the sake of your society, you really should try piety,
It cloaks your improprieties, we swear.
We’ll accept your sinful vices, and my only real advice is,
If you put your life in Christ, you’re in the clear.
Don’t forget the basics, like the fact that god’s a racist,
And it’s okay if you’re a rapist, if you pay.
If you’ve committed genocide, it’s possibly justified,
If god hates the folks who died, it’s all okay.
The most immoral bastard, gets forgiven if he ask for,
A quick favor from his master in a jam.
What’s that? You’re no believer? Then gimme that book and leave, sir.
And if I seem a little eager; it’s cause I am.
God insists he insists it. I’m not sure how you missed it.
Don’t see how that’s difficult to buy.
God revealed he revealed it, so I figured that sealed it.
Can’t be refuted so don’t try.
God claimed that he claimed it. All this time he’s maintained it.
You keep debatin’, but I don’t know why.
God declared he declares it, and he swore that he swears it,
Can’t be refuted so don’t try.
Now it’s time for the part of the show that comes next, listener feedback. This is the part of the show where we hope other people will write funny shit that we’ll tangentially get credit for and act as though we have some kind of expertise or special knowledge that qualifies us to answer questions.
So our first email comes from Milton in New Jersey City and he asks:
When is it okay to tell Christians to go fuck themselves?
Any time after 3pm and all day Sunday
And to clarify, any time is OKAY. I think he means, “When is it BEST to tell Christians to go fuck themselves?”
Right. And I think it’s worth noting that Heath and I have pretty lax personal “Go fuck yourself” thresholds even for New Yorkers so I’m saying it’s okay any time you’re saying to yourself, “I’m done talking to this Christian and I have no interest in eventually having sex with them.”
Our next comment comes from the blog. Ken loves the show but offered a not-exactly-correction to our story in episode 29 about the Salvation Army attending a South African Porn Convention to (quote) “be available”.
Ken points out that the Salvation Army often goes to these types of events to be available for potential victims of sex trafficking and abuse, which, we didn’t mention because we were busy making apartheid dick jokes.
And it’s probably a good thing that we didn’t know about that angle. We clearly would have made sex slave rape jokes that were way worse than mere apartheid dick jokes.
Also, I don’t recommend using our notoriously dick-joke-laden headlines segment as a single source news program.
Our next email comes to us all the way from wherever Brandon is from. And Brandon writes us to ask what he can do about the Jehovah’s Witnesses that keep showing up at his door.
Hm… great question. My first thought on this one requires a wheelbarrow, a holocaust cloak and Andre the Giant but he’s dead so that won’t work.
“Do I want some literature about Jesus? No. But do you want some weed?”
I find that wearing nothing but a necktie when you come to the door works with varying levels of success depending on what you tie it around.
Sometimes I like to lower a basket down from the second floor window, and yell “It puts the propaganda in the basket!!!” Then they get the hose regardless.
Okay, so here’s my serious answer. I say you invite ‘em in, get ‘em a drink and let them give you the whole spiel for their little cult. But the whole time have this episode playing on the stereo in the background. Make sure it’s loud enough that they can hear it the whole time, but not loud enough to drown them out.
Until you reach this part. And then you turn it up really loud so that they know that you’ve been fucking with them the whole time and delaying them from spreading their filthy virus to anyone else while you made them listen to the Bible song. And if they’re still in the room they can hear me tell them to go fuck themselves while they’re gathering up all their Jesus stuff.
And that’s all the feedback you get. If you want more, send us more questions.
You’ll find all the contact info on the contact page at Scathing Atheist (dot) com.
Before we lock it up for the night I wanted to make a quick correction to last week’s show. If you were looking for the interview I did on the A Matter of Doubt Podcast and were surprised to discover that I was actually ex-Jehovah’s Witness Kenny Wyland, that’s because I fucked up the episode number. I said episode 54, but it was actually episode 56 that you wanted. Not that episode 54 didn’t kick ass or anything, I just wasn’t on it.
And if you were looking for the live broadcast I did on CWebb’s Sunday School, well, sorry about that, too. An hour after I published the episode I learned that the time had been pushed back from 5 to 4:30. Sorry if you missed it live; it was a fun panel discussion on the biblical prophecies surrounding the destruction of Damascus. It’s on CWebb’s archives now if you’d like to catch up. You’ll find a link in the shownotes, of course.
And because I’m apparently a total podcast whore, you’ll also be able to catch me on the extremely funny Imaginary Friend Show with Jake Farr-Wharton in the next few days. I believe the episode will be up this weekend and as soon as I know the date, I’ll be posting it on our Facebook page, our blog and our Twitter feed, all of which you should probably follow just in case.
Can’t close the show without thanking Heath for everything he does to make this show have Heath in it. I also need to thank Adam Reakes from the Herd Mentality podcast for providing this week’s embellished Farnsworth quote. He’s a rising star in the podcast community and if you check his show out you’ll find out why. Can’t recommend it enough if you haven’t heard him already. And if you’re presently kicking yourself for that oversight, calm down, you’ll find a link to his show in the show notes for this episode.
I also need to thank Heath’s roommate for our kick ass new logo. We’ll be setting up a Cafe Press site this week if you’re dying to get a customized Scathing Atheist T-Shirt, coffee mug, iPhone cover, whatever. That stuff should be available no later than Sunday so there’s plenty of time to do all your Jesus-Day shopping right there.
And lastly, of course, I need to thank this week’s most shining examples of humanity, Kevin, Richard, Brian, Andrew and Magnus. Kevin, who once defeated the devil himself in arm-wrestling and scrabble at the same time, with the same hand; Richard, a man whose bravery and intelligence redefines redefinition; Brian, who shall rescue humanity in it’s darkest hour atop his mighty steed, Poof the Fabulous Dragon; Andrew whose army of robot spiders and amazon love warriors are the envy of supervillains everywhere; and Magnus whose name is so fucking cool that I don’t have to add any imaginative descriptors to increase the perception of his awesomeness.
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