Reflections on life at “De Witte Wand”…

Category: Folklore

  • Religious Discrimination?

    I don’t know whether to laugh or cry about this. The thought that there could be 500,000 equally credulous souls walking around gives one pause. I am, however, reassured to learn that Tesco has stated that "Jedis are very welcome to shop in our stores although we would ask them to remove their hoods."
  • Preparing A Homeopathic Remedy

    Crispian Jago demonstrates how to prepare a homeopathic remedy by, literally, taking the piss out of it. Case proved, I would say.
  • Airborne Viruses, Airborne Rabbis

    This has to be a joke, doesn’t it? They cannot be serious, surely?
  • False Witness

    I see that the philosopher Alain de Botton has now weighed in with his  review of Karen Armstrong’s The Case For God. What I find so exasperating about people such as de Botton and Armstrong is the way they make assertions that patently are simply not true. For example, de Botton explains Armstrong’s point as:

    Both atheists and fundamentalists take God to be an essentially human sort of figure, a giant Father in the sky who watches over us, punishes the guilty, intervenes directly in our affairs and is entirely comprehensible to our minds. "We regularly ask God to bless our nation, save our queen, cure our sickness or give us a fine day for a picnic."

    Er, just a minute, guv – this atheist certainly doesn’t. In fact, I thought I was operating under the assumption that the very definition of an atheist was someone who lacked the belief in any form of gods, beardy interventionist in the sky included… So having erected a strawman, Armstrong and de Botton continue blithely on:

    Her sympathy is with the great Jewish, Christian and Muslim theologians who have denied that any human attempt to put the divine into words will be accurate. We are simply too limited to be able to know God; our apprehension must hence be suffused with an awareness of our provisional and potentially faulty natures. She writes: "He is not good, divine, powerful or intelligent in any way that we can understand. We could not even say that God ‘exists’, because our concept of existence is too limited."

    Right, so having disposed of any attempt at a definition of a god, Armstrong then plays what she sees as her trump card: the whole point of religion is that it’s a mystery, one that helps us deal with our feelings of fear, aggression and guilt. She also defends religion as a source of compassion. This seems to me to be a case of mistaken identity – compassion seems to me to be powered by our human sense of empathy; no religion required. It may find expression through religiosity, but that is not the only channel. Indeed, the problem seems to be organised religion’s tendency to display anything but compassion; the recent statements by the Catholic Church once again appear to underscore the importance of doctrinal faith over compassion. Armstrong seems to acknowledge this:

    The concluding part of Armstrong’s book traces the growth of modern atheism and attributes it largely to religions’ failure to argue for what is most compelling about them. Fatally, religions tried to defend themselves against science by arguing that they knew the truth better than the geologists, rather than presenting themselves (as one feels Armstrong would have wished) as the guardians of mystery and therapeutic manoeuvres of the mind.

    The problem with this view, it seems to me, is that, taken to its logical conclusion, it completely undercuts all the tenets and dogma of practically all organised religion. It seems to point towards something like Zen or Confucianism. So away with the Nicene creed, the Catechism and the Koran. They are false and a distraction. Instead we have a set of mind exercises and stories (often myths) designed to help us deal with our feelings of fear, aggression and guilt, and to improve our feelings of compassion. But that sounds like the sort of thing that I do when I listen to music, look at a piece of art, go for a walk in the woods, or read the Brothers Grimm or the Arabian Nights…

  • The Dangers of Ghost Hunting

    I never realised that one of the dangers of going ghost hunting was the risk of contracting anal ghosts. You live and learn.
  • Pot, Kettle, Part II

    And here’s another wonderful example of cognitive dissonance at work: the news that the Catholic Church in America has banned the use of reiki in Catholic institutions, branding it "unscientific" and "inappropriate".
     
    *facepalm*
     
    Update: Over at Supersense, Bruce M. Hood makes reference to a pontifical report into New Age practices and beliefs, and suspects that what it really all boils down to is the fear of losing bums on seats. He’s probably right.
  • The Hospital’s Ghost

    We’re not even out of January, and already the first "Silly Season" story is upon us: a senior manager at Derby’s new City Hospital is calling in an exorcist to rid the hospital of a ghost. Oh deary me (to echo Steve and Sebastian’s immortal words from The High Life).
     
    Still, I think that the Guardian‘s deadpan reporting of the story, complete with a picture of a ghost ‘similar to the one that may be haunting Derby’s new hospital’, came the closest to treating the story with the level of seriousness that it deserves.
  • Exorcise Your Inner Gay

    Father Jeremy Davies sounds like a real bundle of fun. What I find astonishing is that he apparently studied at St. Bart’s Hospital in London and graduated with a medical degree in 1967. Perhaps Westminster residents should carry the equivalent of a donor card: "In the event of my hospitalisation, please do not let Fr. Davies anywhere near me".
     
    (hat tip to PZ Myers for the link)
  • Vogon Poetry

    I’m sorry, but that’s all that this waffle by Cardinal Cormac Murphy O’Connor puts me in mind of. And that’s me being polite. You don’t want to know what I really thought of it.
     
    Oh, and as an addendum, I agree with what Stephen Law says about religion – "I argue against religious belief on the grounds that it is false, and in some forms, dangerous". Like Stephen, I don’t want to demonise religion per se. But, heaven knows, some folks don’t need to be handed a shovel to dig their own grave.
     
    Update: the interview between Dawkins and John Humphrys is a classic. Humphrys may walk the talk when it comes to politicians, but when it comes to religious politicos, he issues them a free pass. Sorry, John; bad, bad John. Must do better in future.
  • The Pope Is Catholic – and Other Non-Surprises

    So the Vatican’s newspaper denounces Harry Potter? Not entirely unexpected. But then, the thing is, that some of us know that it’s a work of fiction, while allegedly celibate men who wear funny hats expect us to believe in far stranger, and more twisted, things as a matter of fact. What a strange world we live in.
  • Delusion Central

    What hath the old fraud Ron Hubbard wrought? Well this piece of self-delusion, for a start…
  • I’m An Obstacle on the Road to Peace

    I see Pope Benedict is at it again. Apparently, I’m an obstacle on the road to peace. As PZ Myers rightly opines:
    The pope is a perfect paragon of an entirely ideological source who lacks any evidence for any part of his message, so let us be uninhibited by ideological pressure and throw the words of that pretentious old man in the trash.
    Amen.
  • Reality

    Jesus and Mo discuss the wilful ignorance of second-year students at Dundee University. Emily Mackie, get a life – no, first get an education, then you might understand what life is about.
  • Useless Gadgets

    Wired has a great list of 10 Snake-Oil Gadgets. What is deeply depressing, however, is the long list of commenters who swear blind that dowsing actually works.
  • Over the Cuckoo’s Nest

    I see that Mark Vernon is delighted by Antony Flew’s There Is A God. Probably because Flew aims a few verbal punches at Dawkins et al. Unfortunately, judging by the content of Flew’s arguments as described by Vernon, the punches seem to be very wide of the mark. The comments on Vernon’s piece point out many of the holes in Flew’s arguments, and the reasons why Flew in his "last will and testament" is a philosopher, but no scientist, and certainly no biologist or cosmologist.
     
    I’m almost tempted to buy the book for its curiousity value, but I’ll wait for a few more dissections of its arguments before deciding whether that would be a waste of money or not.
     
    Update 4 November 2007: Oh dear, Jean Kavez points out that the book may not be all that it appears to be. Flew apparently had ghostwriters. Not good; not good at all. If this is true, then that just about wraps it up for Flew… as Douglas Adams might have said.
     
    Update 8 November 2007: Robert Carrier carries a devastating analysis of the background to the Flew book. It seems pretty conclusive that Flew had very little to do with it, he is an old man being exploited by a bunch of unpleasant people.
  • Hop-Tu-Naa

    Growing up in the Isle of Man, we had our own version of Halloween, and ours predated the American version. Hop-Tu-Naa involved carving turnips into lanterns; a much more difficult task than all this effete pumpkin rubbish. More background here, although I am truly saddened by the lacklustre attempts of the children to sing Hop Tu Naa. I don’t even recognise the tune, so badly do they do it. That’s the trouble with the children of today, no sense of tradition…
  • The Enemies of Reason

    I see that the second part of Richard Dawkins’ The Enemies of Reason is now up on Google Video. I despair at the gullibility of my species.
  • The Enemies of Reason

    Good to see that Richard Dawkins’ latest series Enemies of Reason is available via Google Video already.
     
    The opening minute already had a laugh out loud moment for me as the camera panned across a roomful of people chanting and coming to rest on Dawkins sitting with a bemused expression on his face. Truly the epitome of the old "your intrepid reporter made his excuses and left" moment. 
     
    And then there is the sight of Neil Spencer, the Observer’s Astrologer (oh, how a once mighty newspaper has fallen) refusing to accept that a scientific experiment to test the accuracy of astrology is anything other than mischief. No wonder he penned a cri de coeur in the Observer last Sunday. Of course, that still didn’t make it anything other than nonsense, but then what did I expect?
     
    And as for Satish Kumar, well, I’m sorry, but he must be the living proof of the danger of having too open a mind is that your brain falls out.
  • Pricking Pomposity

    I see that PZ Myers, over at Pharyngula, is also exasperated by Alister McGrath. He’s been reading a recent interview with McGrath that has appeared in the National Catholic Register. While I tend to find that McGrath’s arguments just make me want to howl in frustration with their stupidity, PZ takes the scalpel of reason to dissect them and lay them out in all their threadbare tawdriness for all to see. Nice job.