So Obama stated in an interview that he does support gay marriage now. I am really happy about this because I have always supported gay marriage because I support human freedom. The one thing I truly hated is that in Obama’s statement he said that he came to the conclusion that it should be okay. What the hell is the conclusion that needs to be come upon. Marriage is an institute of taxation and census, how much should we tax these people and who is living in one household. The simple fact that Obama had to “come to the conclusion” that it’s okay after all means he is still using his religion to make political decisions about government that affect people’s lives. Whether or not homosexuals should marry should never have been an argument and even more so religion should have no say in the final decision. Religion has no rightful place in government when dealing with the lives of others. When a government makes decisions based on one religion’s view point when there are hundreds of religions and the lack of religion represented among the masses it means that people are being oppressed by the government in the name of a God. Marriage started as a business arrangement and evolved into an institute of taxation and census. Religion should have no place in deciding who marries.

Write a story that includes: a tombstone, a first kiss, and a butterfly collection…

           I need you so much…God I need you so fucking much… He raises from his knees and walks away from the tombstone, the epitaph briskly reads Jessica Singer, Loving Wife and Loyal Daughter. He saunters back to his car, drunk off beer and pregnant with sadness, the date is January 31. As he closes the door he looks over the grave once more, “Happy birthday honey, it’s our last one.” He drives off slowly. All the way back his car drifts to and fro on the road, it’s a Sunday morning so no one else is out. They all occupy the churches for most of the day. He pulls into his driveway without any problems and before getting out lets himself fall into tears.

            With in a few minutes he finally forces himself from the car and strolls into the house. The television is giving off the quaint sound of weekend morning cartoons. Every Saturday and Sunday for the past thirteen years his house was pervaded with the ramblings and shenanigans of the Looney Tunes. He sits down right where he usually would, on the floor in front of the Lay-Z-Boy, and stares blankly as Daffy shoots his bill to the back of his head. What would have made him burst into a hysteric laughter now only rings the room with silence.

*

            “Hey, get out here! They will start without you!” her beautiful voices giggles as Brian jogs out carefully into the living room wearing his pajama pants and tattered t-shirt and holding a plate of eggs and sausage.

            “I’m gettin’ there geeze, hold up!” she laughs as he sits down right when the opening theme begins to sound off. “Once again, I have to apologize for my appearance, when I joked about you showing up at 7 am for Sunday morning Looney Tunes I didn’t think you would actually do it… I mean I really had fun on our date last night and I don’t mind it’s just-”

            “Will you cram it!” she shouts jokingly, “They are starting and you’re gonna miss Wiley squash himself if you keep jabbering.”

            He looks at her with a joyous smile spreading across his face. She notices and before he can turn away she calls him out. “So I must be beautiful or something because you keep staring at me.”

            “Oh I’m sorry. I didn’t know you saw…” He voice trails off. Unexpectedly she jumps at him and lands a kiss right over his left eye. The next one hits the target.

            With a shocked grin on his face as she pulls back he mumbles, “I don’t think I have ever had a lovelier first kiss.

*

            As Bugs somehow tricks Daffy into calling himself a rabbit Brian reaches off to his right and grips his 22 pistol. As Elmer shoots a hole through Daffy’s stomach Brian lifts the pistol and gently places it between the top and bottom rows of his teeth.

            Full of both doubt and desire Brian’s eyes begin to scan the living room which he had grown to hate. Every corner is replete with memories that now only fill him with grief and every crack on the wall full of moments that drive him insane. As his eyes reach the center of the room he sees, on the coffee table, a small wooden box with a glass top. He has no need to look at what’s in it, he knows every object. In the top left a Clodius Parnassian, the top right a Mimosa Yellow and the bottom middle a Zebra Swallowtail. It was a small collection but they were her three favorite butterflies, eternally memorialized in a little glass case. At the sight of her modest Butterfly Collection the gun dropped out his mouth and he burst into tears. He fell to his side and watched Bugs and Daffy until he fell asleep on the living room floor that was full of nothing bit great memories.

Your character moves into a new apartment. On the surface, the place seemed ideal, but his/her first night there, your character discovers a terrible problem with the place that he/she didn’t take into account…

A deep sigh escapes. A deeper breath is drawn in. The new air inside his lungs helps to lift his spirits as he enters the new building. His parents bought it for him with out him even getting a chance to look at it…then, they kicked his ass out of the house. Now all he’s got is his car, which his parents bought, his luggage, which his parents have bought for him over the years, and a paid in full, in his name, no mortgage necessary, only needing to pay for the lights and gas, apartment. They got to buy it because his parents “know some people” on this side of town.

After three flights of stairs he finally reaches his new place, 4C. He walks in slowly, sets down the two bags he has with him and without even looking around heads back down to the front desk to get the rest of his shit. This happens three times, he doesn’t need to worry about furniture, his parents had his apartment decked out weeks before he knew they even got the place for him. With a close analysis of his bedroom for the past 20 years they got his style pretty spot on.

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So im starting a 30 day writing challenge, but i wont be everyday, just when i remember it… so prepare yourselves for imagery so fantastically vivid you will cry..twice…with in the 30 days, at some point.

They say God and Science are incompatible. Exactly right, leave it at that. When I talk against God I don’t say “because the laws of physics blah blah blah” I keep my argument completely philosophically oriented. I agree that God and Science are incompatible, the doctrines of religion talk about events 2000+ years ago, Modern Science came about 400 years. They are separated by 1600 years of history that had no orientation toward any sort of knowledge furthering. Everyone who studies any sort of science knows that science can never perfectly prove or disprove the existence of God. And religion can never truly show the existence of God with certainty either. If you want to disprove God for yourself, stop using Science, use the one that actually deals with those sorts of problems, Philosophy.

Give a robot religion and it will point out the logical fallacies and syntactical inconsistencies, program a robot with religion and you’ve destroyed the human race.

I have a girlfriend…she’s the best!