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  A Demonstration of Laziness

3 June 1999


10:41 PM: Ah, 3 PM roll-in. This is more like it. Other than have to endure Monkey Man throwing another tantrum at insufficiently-testosteroned music, it's been a much better day. Even with everything breaking and looming deadlines and the imminent demise of potatoe.com and everything.

Speaking of sleeping, someone sent me a link to the Late Sleepers' Manifesto today. Read it. All we want is a little understanding. Well, that and a nap.


Date: Thu, 3 Jun 1999 21:31:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: tater@potatoe.com
To: chatterbox@slate.com
Subject: re: The Founding Doubters

"Perhaps if Americans engaged in a bit more discussion of religion in the public sphere, there might also be a bit more tolerance of unbelief."

I wouldn't hold my breath. This country is the Iran of the Western world. And that's probably a smear on the good name of Iran nowadays. When a majority of the voting population believes in the literal existence of Satan, and that Satan intervenes actively and constantly in our world, it's not surprising that unbelievers aren't tolerated in any positions of responsibility. Even heathens have *some* kind of God to protect them against the devil, but unbelievers are just begging to be made into tools of iniquity - whether they know it or not, that's the kicker. Of *course* you think you're doing the right thing, poor man, that's just what Satan wants you to think.

If you think I'm making this up, then you've been fortunate in the limited nature of your contact with your fellow citizens.




Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.

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