The Missionaries go toe to toe – The End of Faith vs. The Purpose of Driven Life is going to be a series of posts: A Christian missionary proposed to the Atheist Missionary an intellectual challenge – each is going to read a book suggested by the other, critiquing each chapter. The Christian suggested The Purpose Driven Life by Rick Warren, which the Atheist Missionary writes:
…I wish I had a video to post on youtube of me buying your book. I would have been less embarassed to buy a how-to manual on masturbation. In any event, I plucked down my $15.99 Cdn. and have cracked open a tall can of Pilsner Urquell to help me through your introduction.
I look forward to reading the views of both sides.
Made me laugh:
(via Friendly Atheist)
I just readat the Globe and Mail website. “Since The Globe and Mail began staffing its Afghanistan bureau full time in early 2006, it has sent a number of women correspondents to the country. We asked them, in light of the current controversy over Afghan women’s rights, to reflect on their experiences.” Here’s a sample from a female reporter who went out in public without her burka. This is tame compared to what women born in Afghanista have to put up with.
Then the crowd grew in size, and it grew older, too. Now there were teenagers with the little boys, then older teens, all boys. Their curiosity was turning into something else, and whatever it was wasn’t nearly as friendly. Out of nowhere, boy after boy pulled plastic weapons — water pistols, mostly, but a couple had the more lethal-looking replicas that I’d seen children carry in other parts of the province — out of their tunics and began pointing them at me, then squirting me. The boys and teenagers were soon joined by men, young and old, who first stayed at the back of the crowd but began moving forward. Soon, hands of all sizes began reaching toward me, poking me, pinching; someone threw something at me.
Kevin and the fixer weren’t gone 15 minutes, I bet, but when they returned, I was completely surrounded by a crowd of boys and men, the mood was hostile, and I was starting to feel scared.
Lest we forget the reason for our long weekend.