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Showing posts with label god pod. Show all posts
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Monday, December 12, 2011

Does God Really Care About Football?

Does God really care about some guy named TeBow who is able to bring his team back from certain death in the fourth quarter of the game? I don't think so. I am from Chicago and a Bears fan so let me just put in that disclaimer. But the number of guys giving thanks during games is really quite amazing. It seems every time someone scores they give thanks to the big man. As if God were behind them and their quest for personal glory and millions of dollars.

God might love perfection and this is what athletes aspire too. This starts very early. When I played high school football the solemn moment came when we all took a knee in the locker room and prayed to God to let us stomp the hell out of the visiting team. This was not done lightly. I remember our coach looking up to the steam pipes in our locker room and asking for divine intervention to help us prevail over the other team and protect our quarterback and let our receivers remember their patterns. Amen. Then we proceeded to get slaughtered and we all wondered if our coach just didn't have an in with the big man.

Now Tebow of the Denver Broncos with his Christian first approach is proving once again God does care about football. And maybe for Teebow he does. He is a huge good looking guy who is making millions of dollars. Maybe God likes guys like that to spread the word and maybe he only cares about the pros and the thousands of high school coaches in crappy locker rooms just cant get his attention.

I guess the Packers must really have his ear. Maybe he loves cheese and brats and fishing. I sure wish he had been listening when my coach had asked him to help us because I sure got tired of losing. Maybe God didn't like our quarterback who was pretty bad. Or our running game which used a T formation and we did a lot of goofy stuff like flea flickers and reverses. Maybe he only likes quarterbacks who can run like Tebow. Our quarterback never ran.

 It makes you wonder, doesn't it?

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Wednesday, May 27, 2009

God Pods--Artificial Intelligence.

Just read an article about computers eclipsing the human mind. Bring it on baby. The cyberfreaks have calculated the point where computers will surpass the human brains ability to create, codify, calculate, ruminate, study, basically outperforming our poor grey mass in every way. This will usher in a new dawn where computers will handle the tasks of this world with greater efficiency and improve the human condition by creating the breakthroughs our Model T brains could not hope to accomplish. Too bad we have a soul.

But wait a minute. I think we can get that one in boys on this new chip. The Pentium Double Plus Platinum God chip. Got it. Just add a few more billion bytes of computing power and SOUL BABY. Now we are cooking. Want to stare at a sunset and contemplate your mortality we got it handled. The SUPER BRAIN can do it. Here we go just a little binary code and shazam. Want to describe the a trembling hare limping through the frost grass. Got it. Complete with cosmological nuances. You see it is not much different than American Idol. Look at all that manufactured fame. People fall for it every time.

Put the super brain into a small laptop and sell it as the God Pod. Not only can you surf but you don't have to feel a thing because this baby will do it all. God, nature, elements, flesh and blood. Give it a bright plasma screen and these silly apes (oops humans) will sit in front of it for hours. Shoot all sorts of nonsense from the web--what did they say about alpha waves when watching television, or right there aren't any, but that is really better--we don't want anyone to really think. Then they might not buy. Because Potter ain't buying he's selling and you will never go broke underestimating the intelligence of the American Public.
So we crank these God Pods out in bright colors complete with earphones and kitchy traveling cases and we'll make a million. Bring it on baby. Right up until the day these stupid bastard die and never know what hit them. Because you know, most of these people are so dumb they didn't know they were alive in first place. Perfect.

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