The other George, not that one, the other other one.

George Carlin sent me a quick email* follow-up about my very brief comments from yesterday:

"The whole problem with this idea of obscenity and indecency, and all of these things — bad language and whatever — it’s all caused by one basic thing, and that is: religious superstition. … There’s an idea that the human body is somehow evil and bad and there are parts of it that are especially evil and bad, and we should be ashamed. Fear, guilt and shame are built into the attitude toward sex and the body. … It’s reflected in these prohibitions and these taboos that we have."

That pretty much sums my feelings up.

* It might be more accurate to say that I pulled it off a news site, but that would be less interesting.

Homos are people too, you know.

I’m very confused by the gay marriage kerfuffle in the U.S. right now, what, exactly, is the problem with gay people being married? How exactly does it differ from banning interracial marriage?

Religion strikes again, I guess.

It will be interesting to see what happens if it ever becomes an issue here in Zelandia Baru… There are a lot of blinkered religos hiding in unexpected places here as well.

Today’s episode was brought to you by the letter A, and the sound Theist.

Mitsubutcho.

So, today I sold my car. It had been sitting parked out the back of the house for months without being used, and the rego had lapsed, so I got rid of it. I’d had that car (a 1989 Mitsubishi Galant Super Saloon) for about 5 years, and loved it dearly.

Over 316,000km, and it still started up right away and happily purred to itself.

Well, now a guy named Floyd from Pakuranga owns it, I hope he gets as many miles out of it as I did.

I took it on road trips as far afield as The Gathering in Nelson, and even went all the way to Christchurch, as well as several trips around North Island, to the family farms, Taupo, etc, up north as far as Kerikeri — including the ill fated trip to Waimate North which permanently modified it’s mintness, yay for going too fast on gravel roads, eh?

Goodbye Mitsi, I loved you well.