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All good things must come to an end. All other things must come to an end, too.

This blog is coming to an end, and as long as it wasn't totally stupid all the time, it fits in with the rest of human experience enough to suit me. See, it sucks having a body because of all the things that can and do go wrong with it, like a pulled muscle or fevers or cancer, but how you gonna eat a BLT or have sex without one?

The last three-odd years has been a rich tapestry of good times. I have other things to attend to and, not without a little sadness, need to close out the ol' blog.

Over these three years I somehow avoided getting around to putting in the work necessary to present a coherent argument for the importance of people taking responsibility for the way they feel, which I see as one of mankind's most serious problems. I find it a deeply disturbing revelation that no one encourages people to think for themselves except me and possibly other atheists, who are trusted very little by the supermass of idiots who apparently take the time to fill out forms for pollsters.

Ascribing unnatural importance due to the way one feels, say, looking at a sunset, to imaginary things like god muddles and confuses people, and religion in general is a self-perpetuating tragedy, that hopefully one day will disappear in the light of reason. First, though, we'll all have to agree on what evidence consists of, and as long as religious leaders know that their trade can only go on if people are unable to form proper thoughts and deal in realities, expect nothing to change. I've done what I can and it's time for me to move on.

One last indulgence: my twenties are ending next month and I thought I'd just post a little of what I learned during that time, and then be done and thank you all for stopping by and chipping in your two cents. It was fun and if I could buy you all a cake I would. Hell, might as well make it a cake and a Ferrari.

In my twenties I dated some women, drank a lot, and embarrassed myself at a couple of parties. Later on I started seeing other people embarrass themselves at parties, and eventually I just quit going to them completely. I also quit smoking and feeling sorry for myself in my twenties. I outgrew talk radio in my twenties. I ate some truly great sushi. I got married. I went back to school.

In my twenties I learned that:

Running from the cops will always teach you something you didn't know about wherever you are.

There are some things you have to do every once in a while to remind yourself why you don't do them, like drinking too much, watching cartoons, or eating fast food.

"Black comedies" don't have to be funny and rarely are.

Teach a man to fish and he'd still prefer to be given a fish.

Even if it gets to the heart of the matter singularly well, accusing a black person of behaving in an "uncivilized" way will get you called a racist.

I'm not as intelligent as I'd like to be, but find my imagination to be adequate.

If he's wrong about everything other thing in the world, Rush Limbaugh's right about oxycontin. It's fucking great.

Bow ties belong on older men only, and it helps if they're doctors.

Patriotism and smoking mainly afflict the poor.

There's a very important thing you can tell about someone by what they consider funny, and no one has ever defined it to my satisfaction.

Unless you yourself are one, never fight a farmer with anything but the expectation you're going to lose.

That was a total of 7,651 posts beginning to end. Not bad. You can still reach me via email.

So long and thanks again,
Dale

posted by dale @ 12:48 PM