Homage to Barcelona

It is a tiny tiny comfort, in these awful times, to know that these fundamentalist bastards, in the last second as they die, will realise, to their horror, that there is no afterlife, that their whole life, and the evil they did in it, was all based on a lie told to them by other evil and ignorant men. Knowledge of a completely wasted life – a punishment to fit their crimes.

Childish things

Odd that several billions of a creature named, surely ironically, Homo sapiens, are unable in adulthood to leave behind the belief (held usually by children under seven) in an imaginary friend or friends. Even odder that, unlike children, most of the afflicted adults would like to kill those with different imaginary friends.