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Vatican: Belief in aliens OK
The Vatican's chief astronomer says believing in aliens "doesn't contradict our faith." » 'Extraterrestrial brother'

It’s a madhouse. Rod Serling knew it and he made fun of the fact weekly. And let’s face it; Hunter S. was way righteous when he pecked out this gem:

“There are times, however, and this is one of them, when even being right feels wrong. What do you say, for instance, about a generation that has been taught that rain is poison and sex is death? If making love might be fatal and if a cool spring breeze on any summer afternoon can turn a crystal blue lake into a puddle of black poison right in front of your eyes, there is not much left except TV and relentless masturbation. It's a strange world. Some people get rich and others eat shit and die.

Who knows? If there is in fact, a heaven and a hell, all we know for sure is that hell will be a viciously overcrowded version of Phoenix — a clean well lighted place full of sunshine and bromides and fast cars where almost everybody seems vaguely happy, except those who know in their hearts what is missing... And being driven slowly and quietly into the kind of terminal craziness that comes with finally understanding that the one thing you want is not there…

Maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish — a product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate…”

• Gonzo Papers, Vol. 2: Generation of Swine: Tales of Shame and Degradation in the '80s (1988)
  

God bless you pious bastards and your bullet-proof faith. You can look at the pool of blood and say “Hey, it was God’s Will” then turn around on the same day and pray for Myanmar.

It’s all jacked-up logic to a socially functional failure like me and it makes me want to roll into the fetal position & seek comfort from the sucking of my thumb.

Or maybe I should buy a gun and name it Frankie. We'd be good friends, Frankie and me - BFFs even!

Maybe we should all buy guns and turn this ball into a global Tombstone where justice favors the fastest draw and God’s Will closely follows the report of a pistol.

Or maybe we already have. Maybe Wyatt Earp is in the White House and his spirit is whispering, “You tell Iran that we’re comin’ and hell is comin' with us.”

But it'll be okay, because soon I'll have Frankie to protect me.

Upon further thought, perhaps the Papa’s nod to ET is the sanest thing we’ve heard lately. It’s possible that even the papal glitterati have sensed the truth; that if we are God’s only work, there is something terribly wrong in heaven. There’s got to be some of the Lord’s creations who are making a better show of it than us.

And ants don’t count…because ants don’t have souls do they?

We live in a world where no one argues that the Lord's biblical 6th Commandment clearly suggests a “non-killing” platform, but also where no one will blink a religious eye when the bullet hits enemy bone. Where the fat cat CEO gets free hand-outs from his government while he scorns the bums who line up at the soup kitchen.

Meanwhile, we the people, argue over who should be voted off Survivor and point fingers at mental patients.