Believing in a god is a stretch at best for any critical thinker or person indoctrinated by Monty Python films.
You are told the god is perfect, you are told you are made in gods image, but the way your back has been playing up and your increasing need for opiates makes you wonder if this is entirely true.
A slightly better approach to entice the brain dead to hand over cash to these immoral, free loading, tax dodging churches would be to take a more believable approach.
Say your god is a bit touched, downsy perhaps, a god starved of oxygen at birth. Admit he couldn’t get a consistent version of the gospels written down, and that the problem of knees was a bit too much to sort, that he accidentally picked a paedo and a hippy magician as two of his prophets. He has alot going on, but overall, he is doing a pretty good job right? He has been busy ensuring no killer asteroids hit us after he accidentally shattered a few planets on the celestial floor when he was drunkenly making this solar system.
A less outlandish claim is a more realistic claim, and it might stop a few crises of faith caused by watching all those people die from malaria when you remember your priest saying He misjudged by thinking the immense amount of satisfaction gained from people slapping a mosquito on their arm was probably going to outweigh the sweaty headache deaths of millions.
My brain is tired, don’t abuse my attention with this nonsense.
Whilst taking these photos I was approached by a member of staff asking if they could help me with anything. I asked if they had a soup section. This being Greece, they barely understand the concept of tins. She wandered off to ask a chum, the answer came back no. So if ever you are asked WTF you are doing taking photos somewhere, pretend to be looking for tinned soups, because apparently that allays all suspicion.
Also, this doesn’t seem like a great idea either:
I consider myself reasonably handy with computers, but I refuse to waste another 10 mins of my life trying to convince WordPress to obey the exif rotation data.
Bastion – 7/10
Good game, pretentious story.
Papo and Yo – 6/10
Technically both impressive and a chugging, tearing mess (PS3).
Bordering on pretentious, but never oversteps the line.
Short and sweet.
From the credits it looks like it was funded by taxpayer money in part. Never a good idea, so a point off for that.
Dear Esther – 5/10
Pretentious. Caves were pretty. Music was nice.
Thomas was alone – 5/10
Half the puzzles are decent.
Everyone’s Gone to the Rapture – 2/10
And they probably went so they didn’t have to play this game.
There has been been some debate as to whether this is actually a “game”, it is, it’s just a shitty one.
Aesthetically, apart from a choppy framerate when the pretentious lights engine kicks in, this game has clearly had huge amounts of effort expended on it. It looks incredible.
According to my spies inside the Bohemian labour camp where this was made, the devs conversation went like this:
“OK, so we spent millions creating this great looking game, but our playtesters just aren’t giving us enough credit that our huge egos crave”
“True. Let’s force them to truly appreciate it by making objectives unclear, giving them directions similar to those of a Chinese local unwilling to lose face, and making the players movement speed that of a pavement hugging old man when you are trying to catch a train. This will force them to wander around slowly taking in the financial beauty of our creation”
“Brilliant. Anything else we need to do?”
“Might as well make the credits unskippable whilst we are at it”
And thus what may have been an enjoyable experience is turned into a trudge through molasses and 1970’s quicksand.
One person, one vote… nah.
This idea goes against the nature of reality. People are not the same.
Some people are better than other people, some are more valuable to society, some don’t really deserve a vote.
Here’s my replacement system:
Everyone starts with 1 vote – let’s pretend we are all born equal.
You can vote when you turn 25 – when student unions stop with all their nonsense we can think about dropping it to 18.
Every £10k a year you pay in taxes gets you 1 more vote – since you are contributing more, you can get another vote. This is also great incentive for people to actually pay taxes instead of dodging them. You will also get a little badge saying how much tax you paid, a bit like the Tufty club. With that badge you won’t need to wear a Rolex to get laid.
Whilst we are at it, we may as well allow a voluntary contribution of £10k to buy a vote.
Prisoners get to vote – I don’t see why drug dealers or people foolish enough to have been caught not paying a TV license shouldn’t get to waste their vote like everyone else.
Every 10k a year you receive from the government you get 1 less vote – This means that senile near deads (i.e. pensioners) don’t get to mess things up to much for everyone else.
There we go, I’ve made the voting system more inclusive and fixed the countries finances whilst I’m at it. Touch me.
If you are not theatrical enough to get out of jury duty, you will have to swear a solemn oath when you are allocated to a trial. The bible is the default option, so most people will pick that book of fairly tales and promises of ever lasting life. Some jurors originally from warmer climates will pick an equally retarded religious book.
This will immediately tell you who the fuckwits are who are swayed by shit evidence, group think, and magical thinking. These idiots should be kicked off the premises, leaving the atheists and those incapable of making picking a god, possibly because of the wide number available.
That way we might get jury verdicts where the evidence of one person who said it happened isn’t going to cut it, and reduce the number of miscarriages of justice that occur.