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From the NBC website:
We are looking for weekend warrior types that are BIG, bad, and athletic. If you think you have the heart, skills, and desire to COMPETE then we want to see you at THE GLADIATOR ARENA!
That show was awesome.
My favorite part was the tennis-ball-cannon-thing.
Amazingly, American Gladiators was made into a video game for SNES and spewed forth an official soundtrack and accidentally ejaculated action figures.
"Or read any of the self-indulgent, virulent atheists in circulation
today--Sam Harris and Christopher Hitchens being just two. Contrary to
their professed intentions, such writers buttress the faithful; their
loathsome arrogance shields evangelical churches from doubt. That part
of the American population that believes God made man in His own image
has a heartfelt contempt for know-it-alls. I am inclined to say, God
bless the people, even when they get it wrong."
Root and Branch - Ian Hacking
And this is where the new breed of Atheists are blowing it. In any debate, one will not win converts by mocking another's beliefs or slinging snide jabs at the intellectual prowess of the audience. Besides being rather dick-ish, it drives a person further back into that which is already comfortable and familiar. Base confrontation and simple name-calling only works to bolster existing beliefs.
The current batch of Atheistic-thinkers, writers and pop-culture t-shirt scribes are too quick to poke fun at the believer's themselves - spastic fingers on triggers of annoyingly effective BB guns. Making fun of someone for what they believe is not really all that cool - but it is easy to sell.
The supporters the current Anti-God movement may gain from making fun of Christians, Jews, Zoroastrians and Muslims are just the kind of people that make up your basic religious fundamentalists group.
PS: I went to the Creation Museum today - pics pending.
Downtown Cincinnati.
Bummer all had was my camera phone.
This is so awesome.
Genius.
And actually quite helpful. You gotta check out the heat-mapping option. It makes me appreciate (even more so) that I paid a paltry $620 to live in the heart of North Beach.
I hauled myself down to A Taste of Colorado, today. In part to get an ear of roasted corn. But mostly to watch - everything.
Nothing entertains me more than State Fair-type events. Indeed, anything gathering with Funnel Cake and $7 beers attracts me with an inescapable gravity. I simply cannot look away... the stop-motion cultural Hindenburg of tank-tops and the obese, the pre-teen hoochies and barbed wire tattoos, the swirling olfactory gumbo of singed flesh and sugar, the crying, over-weight children nursing Pepsis in over-sized, 'collectible' plastic cups, flocks of post-middle aged women showing far too much gut, cigarette smokers, a smattering of bewildered foreigners walking too slow, wanna-be gangstas with impossibly baggy pants and shiny watches, the homeless, dull-eyed vendors mustering up just enough enthusiasm to sell a few vibrating massage pillows or kooky light switch covers, clusters of healthy-looking frat kids with popped collars... everything.
A local radio station rolled this custom VW Beetle to the show. Pretty awesome, actually. While I stood there to take this pick, no less than 5 girls got up close and acting as if they were going to straddle the giant tongue.
Yes, yes... I've read it.
