Upon arriving at my hotel room at Skepticon 5 I found the following piece of paper upon my pillow.
To Our Guests
In ancient times there was a prayer for
“The Stranger within our gates”
Because this hotel is a human institution to serve people, and not soley a money making organization, we hope that God will grant you peace and rest while you are under our roof.
May this suite and hotel be your “second” home. May those you love be near you in thoughts and dreams. Even though we may not get to know you, we hope that you will be comfortable and happy as if you were in your own house.
May the business that brought you our way prosper. May every call you make and every message you receive add to your joy. When you leave, may your journey be safe.
We are all travelers. From “birth till death” we travel between the eternities. May these days be pleasant for you, profitable for society, and helpful to those you meet, and a joy to those who know and love you best.
Well hotel, if god sees fit to swing by to grant me peace on account of crashing in your hotel room, while relegating the starving children of the world to the back burner yet again, that god can fuck right off. If he wants to bring me peace, god can show that the plight of the suffering weighs on his conscience a fraction of what it weighs on mine. I have about as much interest in being doped up on god’s peace while others starve as I do in being doped up on god’s “love” while good people burn in hell. God’s an ass either way.
As for the business that brings me your way, every call I make will be pleasant for me, profitable for society, and helpful to those I meet, because I’ll be helping their brains to think all the thoughts their faith tells them are the devil. That’s my business, and I could not be happier to be here doing it.
The fifth anniversary of Skepticon is going to be a huge blast.