Today's topic is:
Are you fucking kidding me?
It's been a slow day here at Aunt Slugger headquarters, now that I'm done offering advice to that SEAL team in Pakistan, so I've had the chance to catch up on my news. My day started out well with the piece about the baby aardvark in Tampa, but was ruined by this bullshit article.
For those of you who aren't able to access CNN, the article is about a kid in Virginia who organized a massive rock concert in his hometown featuring major names in rock music. Awesome. Nicely done, kid. I love stories like that: Young kid, taking on the world, defying the odds, etc. But then he just goes and fucks it up by saying this:
“I was just so fired up for Christ coming home from that camp I said, ‘All right God, what’s my purpose?'”
And it somehow gets worse.
"He went to a small local Christian rock festival, and then it hit him. He said he felt God’s call to be a rock promoter – right now."
Folks - here's an important life tip. Read this very carefully:
If you believe in a god who wants you to use what are apparently incredible organizational skills to put together a rock concert rather than work toward ending the unfathomable amount of human suffering in this world, then your god is an asshole.
I realize that this is a controversial life tip. I really don't care. I am not saying that putting together a huge rock concert isn't fun, rewarding, or impressive. I am not saying not to do it. I am saying that if there is a god out there, and this is where his/her priorities are, then he can kiss my fucking ass.
On that note, back to the photos of the hairless baby aardvark.
