Being the Canadian that I am, please allow me to apologize in advance for this. I wanted this to be funny, but I simply cannot do it. Been awhile since I’ve discussed politics ‘round these here parts, but there have been some things going on lately that have my blood boiling. The problem is figuring out where to start. I …
Initially written on January 16, 2014 I know…I know…you were all expecting the continuation of The Evolving Atheist in the same tone as the rest…but this one is different. As I begin typing this one out, this was not what I expected either. The waiting room is rather dark and mysterious feeling. Although, considering what they do in this place, …
Yes, all five have been posted somewhere on here…in fact all five were for previous Sinful Sunday posts. There were five tattoos on the Atheist Man… it seems no others lurking on this body anywhere else…but it is time for review. So, for the first time in one place and in the correct timeline order and including a brief description …
The Pagan boy stood in the greenhouse awaiting his bride. The justice of the peace was behind him. His brother was beside him. His daughters each wore white dresses with blue lace and carried small bouquets of blue flowers. Some family and friends were seated in the rows of wooden chairs. It was a sunny Friday afternoon and this was …
He listened to his wife scream the words “Fuck you!” into the phone. His mother was on the other end. His mother had come over earlier asking to take her granddaughter for a walk to the local mall. She had taken the stroller and toddler and off they went. This had all happened before the Pagan boy had arrived home …
In April of 1994, the Pagan boy got off a plane and walked back into Pearson International Airport in Toronto. He felt defeated. He had attempted to make a go of it on his own and was returning to the home nest at 24. He was given a small room in his parents’ apartment. He was given access to their …
It was August of 1991 and the good Catholic boy was flying back to Calgary with one of his school friends. There was a townhouse waiting for them that the boy’s parents had purchase in Calgary’s northeast neighborhood of Dalhousie. One of the boy’s cousins, a realtor, had brokered the deal and was waiting on the other end to take …
The car was a white boat. A New Yorker that drove like a tank and got almost no mileage. The car was in cruise control and approaching the outskirts of Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada in the drizzled rain. It was September 30, 1986 and the good Catholic boy was at the wheel. First, Thunder Bay’s “claim to fame” is that …
