I realized the last time it rained that I needed to clean out some of my gutters.
So, I got around to doing it yesterday. And when you’re on your roof, and live by yourself, and it’s windy, and you’ve decided to use powertools instead of your hands, cause doing things manually sucks balls, you give some thought to the obvious: Why do I give a crap about if my gutters are clean? I’m the only one that lives here?
But then I gave a bit of thought to: so what happens when, like the idiot I am, I fall off this roof?
I held out hope that maybe, one of my neighbors would see me, and check on me. For a bit of background, I’m reasonably sure my neighbors have no idea that the colors I fly in front of my house are those of The One True God(TM). They’re more likely in the church going folk category, who likely even believe in the power of prayer.
SO while standing up on the roof, giggling like a child at my deity like powers of blowing leaves around, I realized that there was a time and place for “alternative” medicine & prayer. Yes, skeptical as I am towards the healing powers of “bullshit,” I saw the proper time where it could be used.
If bystanders then want to stand off to the side, well out of the way, and wave a dead chicken during telepathic contact to an invisible sky tyrant while turning on the hose for some homeopathic remedy, that’s their moment. I want those who think superstition benefits anyone to have their moment….and then get the fuck out of the way when the EMT’s who practice things that actually help arrive.
Also, speaking of things that actually help, as of “right now” Team Atheism is ranked 6064 of 210468 Folding@Home teams! We move up a few ranks almost each day, thanks to you guys!
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