Most of you will be in broad terms familiar with this fairy tale, but let me sketch it out in brief terms anyways. In the ancient middle east, there were, according to this story, two cities named Sodom and Gomorrah which were exceptionally sexualized societies. The details are a little sketchy, but it seems that homosexuality was not frowned upon, and it is heavily implied that gang rape was a pretty socially accepted sort of thing as well. These were, in short, people who were pretty committed to this whole “sexing” thing. The christian (or, at the time, Hebrew) god, Yahweh, decides that he doesn’t care for the looks of this place too much, and, in one of his frequently not-actually-all-that-omniscient-after-a
He sends a couple of his angels on a fact-finding expedition, where they lodge with Abraham’s nephew in town, Lot. While there, they make quite the impression upon the population, who mob Lot’s house in an attempt to get freaky with these angels. Lot, whose sense of family values seems to be about as shakey as that of his uncle, decides that he would rather see his daughters gang raped in the street than allow two angels who could plainly take care of themselves to be confronted by an unruly and evidently horny mob. The mob is having none of it, though, and the angels announce that, as a result, their god is going to have them murder every living thing in the cities. As such, Lot and his family are told to leave and not look back, which 75% of them manage to do (Lot’s wife bringing the family’s total grade down from a solid A+ to a merely respectable C by glancing over her shoulder as she ran and being killed by the angels for the act in a kind of puzzlingly vindictive dick move).
When they’re up in the hills, with the city being rendered a flaming and stinking ruin (the benefit that using fire AND brimstone rather than just fire is not made exactly clear, but one assumes that the unpleasant aroma is meant to be some sort of additional penalty), Lot and his two daughters settle down for the night, and his daughters demonstrate that they were not altogether untouched by the culture of their hometown, as their very first impulse is to drug and rape their father, which they do with gusto.
There’s something that occurs to me, when I think about all of this, though; even if we assume that each and every person in these cities were somehow irredeemably evil, and we assume that Yahweh has the moral prerogative to murder them all as a result (which is a central assumption within the story, so I won’t really get into it here and now beyond calling it “bullshit”), there’s still the sticky question of the children and babies which resided in town, especially vis a vis murdering them for the fact that they happened to have had the wrong parents.
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People sometimes ask me how I can get through some of my lines without laughing, and I'm usually rather blase about this; I laugh out loud when I think of the lines in the first place, but usually by the time it comes to actually recording them, I'm familiar enough with them that I'm no longer that effected by them.
This is the first chapter I really had difficulty getting through some of the lines; they were funny enough that I kept on laughing as I was delivering them. Take that for what it's worth.
A bit of historical esoterica here: The Charles Kingsley referenced in this chapter was a real person, though he did not have a seditious brother named Frederick. I learned of this man as I was researching the life and times of King Edward, and knew immediately how I wanted to incorporate him into the story.

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I spoke about this a bit in the comments section of chapter 10, but it bears pointing out here, as well, that I put a good deal of work into the audio positioning in each of these chapters, which is something I'm pretty proud of; placing different characters' voices in different speakers, in the hopes of creating a certain illusion of three dimensionality. The hope is that it gives the impression of two people speaking to each other from across a certain amount of space. I think that it works rather well, especially if one listens via a pair of headphones.
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True story.
Anyways! I put a ton of work into this one, for reasons which will become clear at around the half-way mark. So, while I always appreciate those two or three people who regularly comment on new chapters, I would LOVE to hear from a couple of the others out there who are listening to and enjoying this work.

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Dear Mr. Comfort.
Earlier today, I read an interview with you on the topic of your abridged version of The Origin of the Species, and specifically your introduction to the book. In it, you made reference to the science of evolution's “undeniable connection” to the holocaust. This is not a new claim, and not one that I am not unfamiliar with, but on this occasion, I felt motivated to investigate the claim for myself. I found that, broadly speaking, there is some truth to what you say; some of Hitler’s stated justifications for the holocaust do indeed include his misinterpretations and misapplications of the science of evolution.
This says nothing whatsoever about whether or not the science of evolution is valid or true, though; merely whether or not it is of benefit to society that people be aware of it. Assuming, for the sake of argument, then, that you are correct, and that without having this body of knowledge to misinterpret and misapply as Hitler did, the holocaust would not have taken place (which I am dubious about; it seems to me that he would have found some other justification to hang his irrational hatred of “the other” on, just as so many creeds, philosophies and religions have been abused for the purposes of over the course of human history), I wonder if you will then apply this same standard to other bodies of knowledge without which he also could not have accomplished the horrible deeds that he did?
For example, will I hear a similar denouncement of the science of metallurgy for its undeniable connection to the holocaust? Without access to this body of knowledge, Hitler’s forces would have had no train tracks, no trains, no bullets, no gas chambers, no metal fences, among many, many other implements which were critical to his execution of the many “undesirables” during the holocaust.
Will I be hearing of your outrage at the science of masonry, and its undeniable connection to the holocaust? Without the ability to produce bricks and construct buildings of them, the nazis would have been unable to house the infrastructure of their murderous war machine, and their death camps would surely not have been the inescapable prisons that they were. Nobody will claim that masonry is not a valid field of knowledge, but neither can the claim be made that without it, the nazis would have been all but powerless to carry out their extermination regime.
Indeed, even the body of knowledge of language itself has the very same undeniable connection to the holocaust that the science of evolution does. Indeed, it has an even deeper and more fundamental connection; without knowledge of language, Hitler would never even have had access to the ideas that he did, would never have been able to convey them to the German people, and would never have been able to conduct his orders to the countless thousands of devout Christians who worked as death camp guards and operators*, without whose enthusiastic support, Hitler’s will could never have been executed. Will I therefore be hearing you tar language itself with the same brush that you apply to evolution? And if so, how do you plan on doing so without employing the Nazi-related science of language?
I ask these questions because I know that as a man of god and as a man of learning such as yourself, honesty, integrity and consistency are indispensable and invaluable, and that your condemnation of these bodies of knowledge must surely be merely waiting in the wings alongside your condemnation of the body of knowledge which is the science of evolution, and that you have simply not found the time or opportunity to make clear your moral outrage that these knowledges should be allowed to be taught, given their shared history of nazism. If this is the case, I am more than prepared not only to hear this condemnation from you, but to tell all who would listen that you are indeed a man of conviction, of principle and of integrity, and that you are willing to apply the same standards to all of the sciences which Hitler and his forces made use of in the same manner and to the same extent, and indeed for the same reasons.
I thank you for your time and attention, sir, and eagerly await your reply.
• I realize that a lesser man than yourself might be tempted into falling prey to a “no true Scotsman” fallacy in responding to this point, but I have every confidence in your ability to rise above such obvious traps.
It's a longer one than usual - both longer than previous chapters and longer than future ones - because I needed to introduce most of the remaining main cast in this chapter, and I didn't want to give any of them short shrift. There's also, as a consequence, a considerably larger voice cast than usual for this one, including a memorable if brief performance by Reginald's soft-headed trollop of a maid, Pansie, by
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This is something of a defining moment for the story in a couple of ways. First, I just had a tremendous amount of fun writing it, because the bulk of the chapter grew out of a single joke which was just so funny and so bizarre that it not only ended up dominating virtually the entire chapter, it ended up being a character-defining moment for Miss Elliot and Reginald both.
Also, the end of this chapter - specifically around the 8:20 mark - contains perhaps the most outlandish conceit in the entire story so far, which, I feel, more than anything else, makes it plain just what sort of a world we're looking at in this story.
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A lo, there came a chapter 5.
This chapter is a personal favourite of mine, in that - towards the end - we see Reginald's father, Reginald Sr, showing the first signs of the unimaginably terrible behaviour which will come to dominate his every waking moment later on in the story. I think I can honestly say that I have never written a character as completely and hilariously obnoxious as Reginald Sr, and no relationship between any two characters I have ever written has been AS funny as that between the two Reginald Kingsleys. It all begins here, as far as that goes, and only becomes more magnificently train-wrecky as the story progresses.

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Part two of our prologue begins as Reginald finds himself unwittingly and unwillingly inducted into a savage rite of combat by primitive Pacific islanders. Can he possibly survive long enough to have already appeared in the first two chapters which we've already read? It seems unlikely!

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Some of you may recall - and some fewer of you may have commented on - my serialized pulp adventure series, "The Curse of the Rhino King". It failed to make the splash that I thought it should, and so I took the pulse of the readership, and came up with a couple of possible reasons why. First: Digestibility. I've touched upon this before, but not everyone is looking to read four pages of text as they skim their friends page. Second: Schedule. Not everyone wants to wait four weeks between chapters. Third: Convenience. Maybe some people would like to be able to take it in in different manners. Fourth: Presentation. It needs a spiffy title graphic.
Therefore, a group of friends and colleagues of mine have been busily working behind the scenes for months now on this project, building up a great and powerful backlog of story for you. The current plan is this: Every Tuesday and Saturday for the foreseeable future, you'll get a new chapter, in text format, in MP3 format (which can be played directly with the touch of a button), and in podcast format, which is to say "download the latest chapter from this link" format, so if you should wish to listen to it later, in an MP3 format, you can do so.
We've put many, many hours of work into this, we have, and I'm quite proud of what we've accomplished creatively. Already, some twenty chapters have been banked, with more on their way. I only ask that you give it a go.
With this having been said, I'm going to begin with the audio version of chapter 2, as the audio version of chapter 1 is already out there. Further chapters will be forthcoming on a regular and predictable schedule. And so, without further ado...
For those somehow as yet unaware of this shtick, I will occasionally take the tawdry straw of Japanese hentai (or "pornographic", to us anglophones) comics, and spin of them the purest of comedy gold. I do so under the pen name of Newdog15, for reasons which I explained here.
These posts, naturally, are ever so slightly not-safe-for-work, but I consider this a moot point in large part because, really, who's going to be reading something like this at work? Crazy people, and people with private offices, that's who.
Anyways. As always, enjoy, and by all means, let's have some feedback. It's a little more high concept than some I've done (which is saying something!), but I feel it does its job well.

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Shit like that, in short, sticks with you.
A while ago, I thought of an idea for one which has never entirely left me. A book which surpasses many of its peers in that it teaches young boys not only about their bodies but about numbers as well. I just need a capable illustrator to tastefully put pictures to my simple rhyming prose. It would be easy, too: It’s basically just the same picture over and over again through the book, with only simple variations. I think that done right, we’re talking instant classic here, and childhood memories which would never die.
Check it out, yo.
“One Penis is Enough”
A rhyming children’s book about numbers and junk, By Dave Littler.
My penis is fine, because it’s all mine,
And my mommy and daddy tell me not to whine.
But while it is fun, even having ONE,
Flapping around in my pants while I run…
What if I had TWO? There’s so much more I could do!
Like use one to swing through the trees like a monkey in a zoo!
And if I had THREE, oh! I’d be so free!
And again, I’d use one to swing through trees!
And if I had FOUR, I’d do the same some more!
I guess you can see what, with FIVE, would be in store!
And if I had SIX, I’d swing through the trees with my dicks!
There’s hardly a problem in the world I couldn’t fix!
And if I had SEVEN, in the trees I’d be in heaven!
I suppose you can see what I’d do with dicks EIGHT through ELEVEN!
But if I hade TWELVE, what would I do with myself?
Oh, I know! Like an ape, through the jungles I’d delve!
When I tell sister, though, she acts really mad,
Though I think that inside she is instead sad.
She says I should be glad about the ONE that I had,
‘Cause she’s got NONE at all, because she isn’t a lad!
“None at all”, I ask, “But how can this be?”
It turns out she just has a hole for her pee!
I say I am sorry. I will not make fun.
And count myself lucky to have even ONE.
And though I’m sad that I’ll never get to do that monkey stuff,
I guess in the end that ONE penis is enough.
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I'm thinking "instant family classic", am I right?
This is not meant as a chauvinist remark on the quality of my particular language as opposed to other languages; I’m sure that many, if not most languages can, when made use of by one who cares enough about the subtleties and nuances of expression and vocabulary within that language to learn and familiarize themselves with them, are capable of producing sentences and ideas, songs and stories which are in their own unique and varied ways, beautiful. The English language simply happens to be the language I’m most familiar with and which I happen to have devoted myself to. And for my part, and in my experience, it is beautiful.
When I open my mouth to speak, there’s always just a little bit of excitement which accompanies the act, and no less so when I sit down to type one out. I feel like a painter sitting in front of a blank canvas, with a palette of a thousand different colours of paint at one side, and a million brushes laid out for me on the other. The opportunities for expression are nearly limitless. I can produce something wonderful, exciting, memorable, amusing, disgusting, thought-provoking, bizarre or precise. So many options which are available to me! And I love them all. I always say, if you have the opportunity to say something in a manner which is memorable and awesome, and the opportunity to say that same thing in a manner which is dull and plain, why would you ever choose the latter? Who could possibly benefit from further exposure to the ordinary who would not benefit more from exposure to the extraordinary?
And in this modern world, where we have so many literary and oratorical sources to draw upon, so many thoughts and notions, so many dialects and vernaculars, it’s an incredibly heady experience to really contemplate what kind of range of verbosity is available to a student of modern English.
And yet, for a distressingly large portion of the population, any expression of the English language which extends beyond the mundane and banal, no matter how modern it may be, always just sounds to them “like Shakespeare.”
And they are not shy about sharing this observation with you. Indeed, they seem to view it as a solemn obligation that they be the one to inform you of this notion of theirs.
It’s depressing. Shakespeare, as eloquent and as full of wit as he was, was a product of his time, and that’s a time which is four centuries in the past. Is there not a single common touchstone for excellence in the field of expression in the English language in the four centuries since the death of the Bard which has had any lasting or significant impact on the common man? Is there nothing that suggests to them that a person who speaks well and in a thoroughly modern manner might be more reminiscent in their use of the language of a playwright of the 20th or 21st century than one of the 16th?
It’s all the more perplexing when one of these vulgar brutes then decides to start peppering me with “thee”s and “thou”s, as though in imitation of my own speech, seemingly convinced that they’re “ripping me a new one” with their cutting satire, when I can guarantee that I had never done so in their presence.
What does it say about a culture that any significant portion of its population cannot even imagine anyone in the modern day being well-spoken and eloquent, without it being an imitation of someone nearly half a millennium dead? I would almost be prepared to receive it as a compliment if not for the fact that they are so unrelentingly mocking in their tone. They sound no different to me than the kids in high school who would call me “Mister Dictionary”, and discourage me from eloquence by telling me that “using big words makes you sound dumb.” And yet these are often adults themselves, whose adulthood experience with the English language and the culture which surrounds it is so impoverished and so shallow that to them, the act of making good and thorough use of it is somehow worthy of mockery.
I’m long past the point where their mockery hurts me in any way. What It says, though, about the cultural experience that produces these thoughts? That hurts me. That hurts me deeply. Because I know that they have the same opportunities that I do: They have that same blank canvas. They have that palette of a thousand colours. They have those million brushes. And they choose to take a handful of brown and grey paint and smear it haphazardly upon that canvas without a care in the world for the other linguistic tools they have available to them, and find those who do avail themselves of them to be a bizarre anachronism.
Who “talks like Shakespeare.”
These past few years, I’ve been greatly enjoying reading the Green Lantern (and spin-off “Green Lantern Corps”) comic books from DC. It’s big, crazy, space-opera stuff, and a magnificent, epic saga. This having been said, there’s one huge problem with the concept of the Green Lantern franchise which feels to me like it’s a product of our expanding real-life body of science flying in the face of certain basic assumptions which went into the writing of these comics when they first started, some sixty years or so ago. Specifically, the universe has turned out to be a whole, whole lot larger than we ever used to figure it was. Like I like to say: There are people still alive today who were raised in a time when the scientific consensus was that our galaxy was in fact the entire universe. It’s THAT recent that we’ve begun to grasp just how tiny a part of the universe our galaxy really is. And with that expanded understanding, one of the central conceits of the Green Lantern mythos has become absurd.
I think I have a solution, though, and it’s one which I would like to present in the form of an in-character monologue, in the voice of one of the central protagonists of the franchise, Hal Jordan:
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My name’s Hal Jordan, and I’m an officer of the Green Lantern Corps, assigned to serve and protect all of the sentient peoples of space sector 2814, which includes my homeworld of Earth. This is all kind of bull, though, as any Green Lantern would tell you if they were being completely honest. Let me explain. ( Read more... )
* As an almost-entirely irrelevant side-note, I actually find Hal to be perhaps the most boring of the Green Lanterns, but whereas I prefer Guy Gardner and Kyle Rayner and find them to be more interesting characters, it's the fact that they're more idiosyncratic that makes them more interesting, and that makes them less-useful as mouth-pieces for this kind of monologue.
After a five month long wait, I have ready to present to you, o lovers of ribaldry and pornography as mixed unto a single pasty consistency, and offering which I take singular pleasure both in having created, and in now presenting to you. By all means, enjoy.
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I had a conversation recently on the topic of christian theism which has had the gears spinning in a fairly robust way in the days since. There’s a thought which occurred to me some years ago during a conversation with a christian acquaintance of mine which I think I’ve now refined into a fairly bulletproof argument against the moral character of the christian god. I’m going to try to summarize it as briefly, persuasively and effectively as I can, and I welcome any and all debate on the topic.
Alright, let’s assume for the sake of conversation that the christian god exists more-or-less as-described in the bible. He is, in this example, omnipotent and omniscient. I’m going to call him Yahweh for the remainder of this discussion for the sake of clarity and brevity. Let us further assume that hell is real, and is more-or-less as it is believed to exist by the majority of contemporary christians: A terrible place of eternal torment, and one which, in order to avoid it, one needs to be a christian and undergo certain practices and such (which vary widely from one denomination to another, and so we’ll leave that open within this dialogue).
Moreover, Yahweh is considered “good”, in a fairly conventional way; well-intentioned and benevolent. He is believed, by most christians, to basically want people not to go to hell, but allows them the freedom to choose their own choices in life, which can lead them wherever it will.
Now, assuming all of this, Yahweh knows me better than I know myself, and knows what sorts of situations I would need to be exposed to in order that I might be able to believe that he exists. Furthermore, given his unlimited power and knowledge, he knows a presumably infinite number of scenarios in which I would come to believe in him. Let us call this set of scenarios “Set A”. Any and all scenarios in which I would not ultimately come to believe in him, become a christian and thus avoid hell can therefore be called “Set B.”
Thus far, in my life, I have only been exposed to scenarios from Set B. A common christian line of thinking on this topic might produce the idea that I have in fact been exposed to many situations which MIGHT have convinced me, but I have thus far chosen not to be convinced (thus “free will”). I would argue, however, that given Yaweh’s precise and unwaveringly-correct knowledge, however, he would know that any such situation ultimately would not convince me, which places them firmly in Set B. Now, Yahweh, in this scenario, could at any point in my life up to this point, have exposed me to any of the scenarios in Set A. He has not done so, however, in that I have yet to be persuaded. He furthermore knows (again, with absolute certainty and clarity) that everything I’ve been exposed to thus far exists within Set B. He has not allowed any of the scenarios in Set A to have taken place, and taken no action to cause any of them to take place. Given this, it must be assumed that he either does not wish for me to believe in him, or is merely indifferent.
If I were to die tomorrow, never having been exposed to any of the scenarios in Set A, I would – by our earlier assumptions – go to hell and be punished forever for not believing and not becoming a christian (whatever that may entail). I would in short be subjected to eternal and inescapable torture for not having been exposed to any of the events in Set A.
An omniscient god would know that one of the events in Set A needs to take place in order for this to be avoided. If such a god decides that my lifetime should pass without any of the events in Set A to take place, he is deciding that I should go to hell, as surely as a man who sees a child wandering blindly into traffic and chooses not to stop that child is deciding that that child should die. Certainly, there is the matter of free will; allowing that child to make the uninformed decision which would lead to its own death, but where is the morality in deciding that not warning that child in a way it would understand and be able to act upon is the right thing to do? Where, more to the point, is the morality in deciding that I should go on to hell without receiving a warning in a way that I would find persuasive, when delivering that warning in a way that I would find persuasive is well within the knowledge and power of Yahweh?
Now, in this scenario, every individual person has their own personal Set A and Set B. I would make the case that in this scenario, moreover, every single person who has ever died without becoming a christian has gone their lives without any of the events in their own personal Set As taking place. In each of their cases, Yahweh knew what would persuade them and took no steps to allow any of those persuasive events to take place. To that extent, he decided that each and every one of them ought to go to hell, when he knew with absolute certainty and clarity what would have been required in order for that not to take place, and did not allow that thing to occur.
Returning for a moment to the topic of choice and free will: Even if we assume that belief is a matter of choice (which I am by no means convinced of), and that you can simply choose to believe one thing or another, this does nothing to alter this matter: An omniscient god would know in advance what I would choose in any given scenario (and never be mistaken or surprised by my choices), and thus, if there are certain situations in which I would choose to believe in him, these would still fall within Set A, and the rest, naturally, within set B. The matter of whether belief is a product of choice or not is irrelevant in this consideration, and thus the question of respecting free will and allowing people to make their own mistakes (which are also traits commonly ascribed to Yahweh) does not enter into it.
In short, Yahweh routinely decides that people ought to suffer eternally due to the fact that they have not been given access to the persuasive arguments necessary to convince them not to do so. They are made to suffer, to that extent, for the misdeeds, shortcomings and failures of those around them, including, principally, Yahweh himself.
If this is the case, then to what extent can Yahweh be considered “good”, and to what extent can the sentence of eternal damnation for those who simply do not believe in him be considered just?
I argue that there is no extent to which either can be considered true. Such a god, if he existed, would be cruel, capricious, selfish and malign, seemingly arbitrarily deciding for people whether or not they ought to suffer for events beyond their own control, but well within his own. And I would furthermore argue that such a god would be unworthy or praise, adulation or worship.
Naturally, I do not argue that such a god exists, or has any of the traits described here, but that if a christian theist believes their god has the traits described above, then the conclusion that he is anything but morally repugnant is impossible to draw from those assumptions.
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So, when all is said and done... hands up, everyone who "got" the joke here. I realize that it's fairly obscure, and indeed if you're unfamilliar with The Family Circus, it's likely entirely incomprehensible, but I like to imagine that my readership is on the whole a pretty sharp bunch of cookies, and I'm wondering to what extent this translates into people understanding this admittedly kind of minimalist comedy.
