The higher morality of atheism

Comte, Huxley, & Clarke

When it comes to competing with religious belief, atheism would appear to have a problem filling out the dance card for hopes and dreams.  Or coming up with answers for the apparent purposeless, meaningless, emptiness of the philosophy.  At least, that is according to religious minds.  Those needing a God and afterlife to fill the gap.

The truth is, Atheism is a definition of non-belief – not a philosophy.  For any kind of personally substantial  philosophy to rise up from that clean plate of disbelief – if you will – we first have to ask ourselves just what it is folks think they are giving up, in order to lay aside their storybook caricature of God – and the threat of an afterlife.  (Which I’ll get to later.)

The first, seemingly ubiquitous charge - we hear from all quarters – is how can you possibly expect people to be ‘good’ without God!?  In order to answer that, we must first question those things about “morality” that religious believer’s would presume to have exclusive claim to.  To quote Arthur C Clarke, author of 2001: A Space Odyssey:

“The greatest tragedy in mankind’s entire history may be the hijacking of morality by religion.”

I have long maintained that certain moral values – as codified into the cultural moralities of people everywhere – are what gives center mass to our common humanity.  Regardless of the sock-puppet figure one wishes to assign otherworldly oversight to, at the top.

Organized religion, then, is nothing more than the codified rules of an espoused belief, for the sake of political solidarity and power over individuals and communities.  The added salt of sin being useful for the coercive work of eyes and ears – both internal and ext. – for maintaining complete control over the hapless saints.

So that, while believers can be kept busy swatting at imaginary flies – their own and each other’s – they often experience a serious loss, to their overall sense of humanity, towards anyone falling outside the locus of their particular religious brand.

Whence-forth arises a major problem, in trying to introduce any kind of objective skepticism into the thinking of “true believers.”  Having convinced themselves of the seminal and uniquely singular nature of their religious sect – and it’s promised rewards of an afterlife – they are wont to view any skepticism as a personal crisis of faith.  And – given the marvelously human ability to turn things about – view any such invitation to mere credulousness, with a skepticism itself, that can only be seen as perverse by many others.

Others’ being equally defined as everyone and anyone espousing either a differing belief – or a disbelief – concerning what are ofttimes meaningless points of doctrine.  Ones that even a God would have to find laughable.

19th Century social philosopher Auguste Comte, who founded the discipline of sociology – and coined the term altruism – offered this remarkable insight:

“As the mind spontaneously stays with what seems true to it, the irritation of doubt ceases, [once] belief is fixed; what is [left] in need of justification, one might say, is not the belief – but the doubt.”  (emphasis added.)

Until finally, we are left with that unholiest of human evils.  That all but complete negation of our common humanity, in a cauldron of invented, self-serving anxiety.  If it was Hannah Arendt who coined the phrase ‘the banality of evil’ – in attempting to get a handle on the psychological rationalizations that held good in Nazi officer’s minds, and enabled the atrocities of World War II – it was Aldous Huxley who was able to put his finger on the very mechanism that spawns such inhumanity.  In his analysis of the quasi-religious-political intrigue, that surrounded the historical 17th century French witch trials – that gave name to his work - The Devils of Loudun:

“The idolatrous transformation – of the relative into the absolute, and the all-too-human into the divine – makes it possible for man to indulge his ugliest passion, in the firm belief that he is working for the highest good.”  (emphasis added)

God is NOT good, as Christopher Hitchens was wont to say.  And Satan is not the mechanism of human evil.

What I would have hoped by now – that anyone might see – is that there needs to be a conscious, concerted effort, by both individuals and society.  to break free of – and escape – the horrible, spiritual Iron Maiden, of organized religions of all kind.  That we owe it to ourselves, and each other, to abandon the false promise of another life – and the miserably defeatist expectation that this world should perish.

But we have to recognize that this break needs to be accomplished individually, before anyone can be expected to pick up the shards of genuine morality – based on normal human interactions, and our common humanity – and stand ready to carry them over the threshold to a newer and higher morality.

One based on our common humanity and our responsibility towards each other - not God.  To reclaim, for ourselves and for all of the other living plants, animals, and organisms on it, the care and husbandry of this planet.   Which is all any of us can do to pay it  forward, as part of the best hope we can have, for assuring the ongoing survival of this planet, and our place within its Eco-systems.

We can all feel a responsibility – and a solidarity – with being about the honorable work of preserving the earth.  Not just for ourselves, but for the future of mankind.  Yet destined to live out their lives on it.

Photos:  Auguste Comte, Aldous Huxley, and Arthur C Clarke – creative commons licence. (Click to see Nalaka Gunawardene’s article – about what Arthur C Clarke last envisioned for the world.)

~ Copyright © 2013, D R Hosie and The Salt Lake Daily Issue ~

Communing with nature

Whenever I can get back to nature – particularly anything that has to do with being in the mountains – I am struck by what a peaceful, restful sense, of uncaring timelessness there is about it.  Nothing eternal, mind you – but timeless.  One of the reasons mountains have always been one of the best places for meditation.

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Can anyone sit in the cool breeze of a mountain ridge, already overwhelmed by the magnificent scenes that present themselves, and not be at the same time struck by the timeless nature of the very rock they’re sitting on?  Barely able to apprehend the eons it took to get where it is – and the timeless nature of how it will no-doubt continue on, long after we are gone?

Most of us soon enough give way to a sense of needing to be doing something.  Something to occupy and distract ourselves from this vaguely unsettling sense of timelessness.  We are, after all, rooted in time – and this is our time – and shouldn’t we be doing something with it?

It’s why so many of us rarely go to the mountains – or anywhere else – without bringing the obligatory tools for adventure, and having fun.  To distract ourselves, and break the almost magnetic hold that this sense of timelessness might otherwise exert over us.

Men characteristically like to hunt and fish.  Women often take nature walks, run the camp – or simply set things up for planned picnics.  We all like to play house – each in our own way.  Men – as ruggedly self-sufficient hunter-providers – momentarily forgetting the need for vehicles, gas and tires, weapons and shells to live out this wonderful fantasy.  Women, sometimes as rugged pioneer stock, unerringly able to provide a sense of home and hearth, wherever they might find themselves.

Back home, many of us attempt to recapture some sense of this timelessness, by playing house with God.  What better than a God – or at least some semblance of one – who would seem to invite, if not require, a personal level of interaction, to touch on all the bases.  Doesn’t get much better than that – or does it?  Trading a personal sense of soul-soaked timelessness, for the all-too-human concerns and worry over some promised afterlife, we often give up actual meditation, for the more obsessive-compulsive demands of mere superstition.

Whether it’s prayer five times a day – while facing Mecca.  Or hanging pictures of Jesus and other dead prophets on the wall – while paying out 10% to a surprising number of (we should not be surprised) purveyors of “tickets to the afterlife.”  (All lined up and ready to take your money.)   Just different kinds of religious – read superstitious – ritualism.  And all introduced to ward off the effects of some ‘step on a crack – break your mother’s back’- type injunction or other.  Holdovers from childhood, as it were.

It’s good to get back from the mountains, and still feel that wonderful sense of timelessness in my bones.  And remember that I am not compelled by the cosmos to do one damned thing about it.

~ Copyright © 2013, D R Hosie and The Salt Lake Daily Issue ~

Gays, Atheists, and closets of all kind

Sarah Palin does standup

I was hoping to make it out to the Gay Pride Parade this year.  Which – as it turns out – has apparently been shortened to the more politically correct Pride Parade, in recognizing the entire GBLT community out there, along with a number of others.

Though not a member of any one of these groups myself, like many others – I have friends and family members who are.

Though why anyone should feel obliged to clarify this, is itself suspect – I suppose.

But I am an atheist. And had hoped to maybe share in the festive atmosphere with Dan Ellis, and a number of the other Atheists of Utah, participating in the parade.

Maybe get a few pictures, take a few notes, feel the love, and come away with some unique perspective to write about.

Atheists of Utah 2013 Pride Parade
Photo, Callie Birdsall – Atheists of Utah, facebook.

But, like I said – I wasn’t able to get down there this morning.

But I was given pause, while reminiscing about one particular speed bump on my own road to self-discovery – of who I am, and what I believe.  After having first arrived at the personal realization, that God simply doesn’t exist.  And the horribly awkward position I suddenly found myself in.

Of having to interact with people, who would have felt uncomfortable – if not downright repulsed – at having to interact with an avowed atheist.  (Oh, I came out alright.  But it was awkward.)

This is a subject I hope to come back to – directly – as I rather look forward to sharing the somewhat unusual circumstances, surrounding how I came to have a particularly moving, drug-free, epiphany.  The very moment that the scales fell from my eyes.  That changed who I was, and how I came to see myself – and the rest of humanity – forever.

But I’ve since come to realize that there are large numbers of folks out there, who’re living lives either uncomfortably cloistered – or secluded behind one closet door or another.  Because of personal ideologies, beliefs, behaviors, or relationships that society has been unwilling to readily accept.  But also due to the cultural intimidation that religious and political bodies often impose, on the larger parts of society. Or otherwise coerced – through fear of reprisals – into not standing up for who they are, or what they believe.

One thing about it, this years Pride Parade would seem to be a harbinger of better, more open times to come. For that reason alone, we can all share in the bigger idea embodied in the Pride Festival.

And we can all be proud.

~ Copyright © 2013, D R Hosie and The Salt Lake Daily Issue ~

Blind Justice – revisited

We previously posted a link to this video, on our facebook page. But in an effort to support Lisa Angelos in her quest to see this video go viral, we’ve decided to feature this remarkable documentary as well.

Remarkable not only for the host of notables willing to take part in this effort to free Weldon Angelos from an unjust sentence, but also for the fact that it was made as part of a Community College video contest – with production values that rival 60 Minutes.

Lisa Angelos has asked anyone who can help get her message out, to please share.

This short documentary – called Blind Justice – was written by Val Douroux.   My brother, Weldon Angelos, is serving an awful 55 year mandatory prison sentence, for selling a thousand dollars worth of marijuana – and the false accusation from an informant, stating that he had a gun strapped to his ankle. Video includes lots of wonderful friends and family:  Napoleon from Tupac Shakur,  former Salt Lake City Mayor Rocky Anderson, one of our lawyers – Troy Booher – and many others.

- Lisa Angelos

 

Professional disclaimer:  Both Weldon and Lisa Angelos are related to us, here at The SLDI.  They are the son and daughter of my wife’s niece.

~ Copyright © 2013, D R Hosie and The Salt Lake Daily Issue ~

 

Are the genetics of sheeple uncovered?!

So,  are conservatives just born more full of shit than liberals?  (Rhetorical emphasis mine.)

A new study suggests biological evidence for it.  If you can spare 2 ½ minutes out of your day, today, Click this link – or the pic – to check out this video, by ACADEMIC EARTH:

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~ Copyright © 2013, D R Hosie and The Salt Lake Daily Issue ~

Vote to take back your government

Posted on the WLNOB site (We Leave No One Behind).  Watch this video – to be taken on a rather remarkable photo-ride – of how we got where we’re at, and some of the work yet to be done.

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Time to wake up, possums!  Let’s all remember some of the housecleaning that’s yet to be done, in the upcoming 2014 elections.  Vote to take back ownership of your government, from the corporations that currently run it, and own us.

~ Copyright © 2013, D R Hosie and The Salt Lake Daily Issue ~

Cemetery plots – Where do they keep finding them?

This Memorial Day not only turned my head at the overwhelming numbers of people you can sometimes pack into a grave yard, but turned my thoughts to once again weighing an apparent conundrum concerning the size of cemeteries.

Mount Calvary Cemetery

Mount Calvary Cemetery

Over the years, I’ve had occasion to mention – to a number of family and friends – that I couldn’t help thinking that cemetery overbooking would probably turn out to be another one of those “lies that are too big to be true.” People are simply dying at much faster rates than cemeteries would appear to be filling up.

I mean, where do they keep putting them? And how is it that a cemetery, with barely enough room to accommodate Memorial Day crowds, can continue to absorb more and more bodies, as it were. Year after year, decade after decade – with some still doing business over a hundred years later?

Given the extra size of those concrete burial vaults, and the rate folks are dropping dead around metropolitan Salt Lake City alone, we’re talking about one hell of a lot of holes that – lined up next to each other – would quickly fill up your average Walmart parking lot.

That’s why I feel especially moved to share this with you today.  Strictly as a heads up, though informed by little more than gut instinct – that could be gas.  But I suspect there’s been some serious hocus pocus going on there, for years.

(For your added convenience, I’ve created a new “Batshit Crazy” category, to the ratings below.)

~ Copyright © 2013, D R Hosie and The Salt Lake Daily Issue ~

Monster Tornado and Draw Mohammed Day

I think I heard that Pat Robertson figured the monster tornado in Moore, Oklahoma, had something to do with a general lack of prayer – or lack of participation in Draw Muhammad Day.  But since we don’t pray much around here, I figured, just to be on the safe side, we’d better get off out butts and do the Draw Mohammed thing.

Turns out – by virtue of the way-back machine (on loan, from God) – we were able to round-up a whole handful of renderings, produced over the course of Mohammed’s lifetime. (Courtesy of Yea Olde-town Jerusalem Drunk Tank.)   Enjoy!

The life of the Prophet Mohammed in pictures. From callow youth to crazy old man (Renderings courtesy of Yea Olde-town Jerusalem Drunk Tank.)

The life of the Prophet Mohammed in pictures.
From callow youth to crazy old man (Renderings courtesy of Yea Olde-town Jerusalem Drunk Tank.)

~ Copyright © 2013, D R Hosie and The Salt Lake Daily Issue ~

Ghosts of a drinking culture past

265There is a story in the Salt Lake Trib., about a pair of hikers, at least one of whom was later arrested on drug charges, who reported finding what they thought was a dead body, up Provo Canyon.

Turns out their sunning corpse got up and walked off, when investigated by police. And the men turned out to be high on more than just the marijuana they’d smoked.

But I was taken back to a time – over 3 decades ago – when I found myself sitting with a handful of equally polluted country music musicians, in a Chinese restaurant that used to be on Redwood Road.  And, along with sobering amounts of coffee, going over a menu at 2 in the morning.

So I asked one of the guys, whose name I really shouldn’t mention (may he RIP these many years later), if he thought the Chinese Omelets were any good. He looked over at where I was pointing to on the menu, but soon fell silent – wondering about it himself.

The waitress finally came back over, and I let her know – straight off – how I wouldn’t mind trying one of those Chinese Omelets.  She, of course (I’m sure you’re already way ahead of me on this) said, “There is no Chinese Omelet on that menu.”  To which I confidently abjured – finger pointing to the contested menu item – “Sure there is; see – Chinese … Chineese … Cheese Omelet.”

Well, it just goes to show how some pretty embarrassing mistakes can happen.  And while it’s true – we were just drinking alcohol – everyone at the table was laughingly surprised to learn, they’d all thought it said ‘Chinese Omelet’ too.  Except for the waitress.  But I guess that was always the downside, when it came to putting away large amounts of good Canadian blended whiskey.  We all more or less shared Hartley Barney’s ringing endorsement of “How do they make it so good, and sell it so cheap.

Now, of courseaside from an enlarged liver – it makes me wonder, how we were ever able to make it home in one piece.  But to my credit, I was the guy who wrote Free Cowboy Hats – in black Magic Marker – on a number of those toilet seat-liner dispensers, hanging on the walls, in the bathrooms of some particularly rowdy beer joints we played.

~ Copyright © 2013, D R Hosie and The Salt Lake Daily Issue ~

Do atheists have horns?

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I see where Dan Ellis – president of the nonprofit, ATHEISTS OF UTAH – is back in the news.

I’ve had a nodding acquaintance with Dan for the last number of years, on a couple of atheist discussion-type websites. And I’m familiar the kind of work he and his organization often get involved with. So I wasn’t exactly shocked.

Maybe folks will remember that huge “Good without God” billboard they sponsored, off the side of a Highway 201 in West Valley – just last year.

But this time it appears Dan was involved in a quasi-ethical bump head with a West Valley T-shirt print shop owner. And the story caught the attention of at least a couple of Hi-profile web pubs.

Michael Gryboski, of The Christian Post’s article Utah Business Refuses to Print ‘Gotta Be Real Cuz God Ain’t’ Shirts for Atheist Group, and David Edwards of The RAW Story’s Utah Christian company refuses to print LGBT Pride shirts for atheist group, both recount the details.

The one who experienced the ethical conundrum, was TIKI Printing owner, Sam Saltzman.  Who – on learning of the slogan intended for the pink T-shirts – decided the job conflicted with his own Christian leanings.

Apparently Dan wasn’t angry.  Just surprised that the owner would allow his religious politics, to flap out a rather straight forward business deal.

And Dan has already made a point of explaining he has no intention of suing the establishment – or even raising a fair amount of hell.  I’m sure he would like to see some awareness raised – among business owners and religious leaders of our state. Those same upstanding folks who would no doubt eschew any practice of overt religious discrimination – amongst themselves.

But sometimes things happen so fast – and come on a body so unexpectedly, that one hardly has time to wrap their head around the situation in a rational manner.

Kind of like the first time you meet a Mormon – if you’ve never met one before. It’s all you can do, just to remain cordial, while looking for the horns.  And how many of us have actually been able to keep ourselves from asking – straight out – just how many wives might be living under the same roof?

Of course, if they’ve already pumped the gas – and helped themselves to the soda pop, it wouldn’t do much good to tell ‘em their money’s no good now, would it. </sarcasm>

~ Copyright © 2013, D R Hosie and The Salt Lake Daily Issue ~