The Boaz Stranger–Chapter 33

Kyla was backing out of the carport when Lillian and I returned from Guntersville and a late meeting with the DA. I stopped as she eased backwards, unaware of our presence. I was still thinking of the District Attorney’s professionalism and her proactive nature. She had promised to touch base with law enforcement folks in New Haven to discuss the likely connection between my home’s burglary and local billionaire Ray Archer. It hadn’t hurt that DA Pam was understanding after hearing of Monday’s altercation at the Lodge and mine and Lillian’s subsequent arrests.

“I’m headed to church. There’s homemade chicken soup in the crock pot.” Sis said as she finally pulled beside my Hyundai. Tonight, was Kyla’s first time to help Jane prepare and feed a hundred hungry teenagers inside First Baptist Church of Christ’s basement kitchen/cafeteria combo. The youth group’s name, Fusion, sounded like something to do with a nuclear power plant.

“Sounds good. I’m hungry.” I hadn’t eaten since breakfast, and it was only a bowl of Raisin Bran cereal. Lillian and I had spent the day trying to absorb and digest Kyle’s tenth grade essay, the full version. Thankfully, Ms. Smith had kept her word and forwarded a copy of the complete version my dear friend had written and submitted before disappearing.

“Your Mom’s recipe?” Lillian asked as Kyla raised her window and drove away. “Oh, well.”

I parked near the front of the barn and headed to the house while Lillian stood and watched the five Nubians locked inside the hallway. I was halfway to the front porch steps when my cell rang. It was Rosa. It was a dreaded call.

“Hey Mom.”

“Well, he’s gone.” Over the past several days, Rob’s condition has deteriorated. His brain had bled and had become infected. Last night, despite the craniotomy, the swelling had intensified. Early this morning, after a conference call with the five of us, including Randy, Rosa had decided it was time to remove life support. It was what Rob wanted per the advance directive he’d updated less than three months ago.

“I’m so sorry. I’ll never forgive myself for not being there for you.”

“Lee, I don’t want to hear that. Remember, I’m the one who made you stay. Please never blame yourself.”

I wanted to disagree, maybe to lessen the pain she was feeling, but I didn’t. “Are you still at the hospital?”

“Leah and Lyndell are exploring the best way to transport Rob’s body back to Boaz. I’m in a small waiting room outside the Chapel.” I didn’t ask about the grands, knowing they were safe.

We talked at length about Rob’s funeral after his body arrives. I walked inside and dipped a bowl of soup while Lillian remained intrigued with the goats. Frank probably was showing out for his four wives, and number two fan.

I sat at the kitchen table listening to Rosa argue with herself over the funeral’s order of service, especially which songs Rob would want. Her sudden pivot surprised me. “How’s the haul?” It was an odd way to put it, but I knew she was speaking of the Hunt House.

“Sand Mountain Demolition & Removal Company moved sixteen loads yesterday. Remember, it’s going to take at least a week.” The State Fire Marshall had released the property Monday afternoon around sundown, but it was too late for Sand Mountain to begin work.

I’d been wanting to ask Rosa, but never felt the moment was right. Now seemed the time. “I have a question if you don’t mind me asking.” I burned my lips on my first bite of soup. It was scalding hot.

“Of course, you know that.”

“Why are you paying for the debris to be hauled off if you no longer own the Hunt House?”

I heard a familiar voice in the background. It was Leah. “Honey, give me a few minutes,” Rosa said as Lillian came inside from the front porch.

“Lee, sorry about that. I guess now is as good a time as any to be fully open, but first let me ask a question. How did you find out Rob had sold the Hunt House?”

Before responding, my mind thought of wires and recording devices. Surely, there was no way Kyla’s place was bugged, or the Roanoke General Hospital. “The deed. I have a friend of a friend who works at the Probate Office. He found the deed. It was recorded three days before the fire.”

“Okay. I see. Well, it’s true. Ray Archer owns the Hunt House, or better put, the real estate it once sat on.”

“May I ask how the sale came about? To be blunt, it shocked me to learn Rob would do business with Ray.” Lillian dipped a bowl of soup and joined me at the table.

“He saw the writing on the wall. I suppose that’s one way of looking at the transaction. Now, looking back, I believe he was contemplating his death, almost like he saw what was coming. So, he took the money to make sure it got to the ‘right’ people, as he described it.” Now I could faintly hear Leah and Lyndell talking in the background.

“Since we’re being open, and don’t think I’m acting greedy, how much was the sales price?” Lillian cocked her head sideways at me and squinted her eyebrows.

“Lee, I know you are not money hungry. And, you would have learned all this if Rob had lived to get back home. Ray paid $800,000.” I had Rosa repeat the number. According to Micaden, it was $500,000. Someone was wrong.

“That’s a lot more than I would have thought given Ray’s last offer.” I quickly realized my statement was inaccurate. I had no way of knowing when Ray made his most recent offer.

“Honey, can you get me a cup of coffee?” I heard both my children agree.

“That’s not the full story. Again, you would know this as soon as we returned.”

“What’s that?”

“Rob persuaded Ray to pay off the cabin and give us what he called, ‘a bonus.’” My shock level skyrocketed. I did not know Rob and Rosa owned the cabin.

“Are you referring to the Roanoke cabin you guys have visited for the last fifteen or twenty years?”

“Yes.” I was hoping Rosa would provide more details. The difference, whether it was two or three hundred thousand, was a chunk of money. Ray’s generosity didn’t fit.

“Let’s go back just a moment and address a legal question that’s got me in tangles.”

“Okay, ask anything you want. Thanks, dear.” Leah and Lyndell had returned.

“My question is mere curiosity, not that it’s important now.” I paused and contemplated my words. I didn’t want to appear insensitive. “Now that Rob has passed.”

“Lee, just ask. Quit being so formal. We’re family and I love you.” Rosa sipped her coffee.

“Thanks. Was the Hunt House titled to Rob, or you and Rob?” I motioned for Lillian to dip me more soup.

“Just Rob. Funny, we had talked a hundred times over the years about putting the property in both our names. I’m sure you recall some of those discussions.” I breathed a sigh of relief. This was one good thing to come out of Rob’s death. Wow, that was insensitive. If Rob had died before deeding the property to Ray Archer, his estate would have to be probated.

“I’ll answer it before you ask. The money from Ray is still in mine and Rob’s joint checking account. Well, other than the check we mailed Wells Fargo Mortgage.” Rosa had just given me credit where none was due. I hadn’t considered that the same probate issue would exist if the money was now sitting in an account titled solely to him.

“Thanks again for your openness. I didn’t mean to pry.”

Rosa’s voice rose but maintained total civility. “Oh Lee, you’re as curious as a newborn tiger, but thank goodness your teeth are not as sharp.” We both laughed.

I heard Leah tell Rosa they needed to be going. The babysitter had an appointment in an hour. “One last question. Back to the demolition and haul bill. I’m still confused about why you are paying for that.”

“We got sidelined, didn’t we? Sorry. Ray asked me to pay for it and promised he’d reimburse whatever I spent.”

Again. Something odd. “Why didn’t he pay for it himself, directly?”

“I really don’t know. Maybe he thought it would look suspicious.” Unfortunately, Rosa didn’t give me time to explore her last statement. She politely ended our call and left me, as usual, confused over things as innocent as words.

I finished my second bowl of soup and shared with Lillian what I’d learned. She presented a good question. Two in fact. How does a missionary couple afford to buy a mountain cabin? And why would Ray suddenly become so generous? The only probable answer to the latter question was that the extra cost to Ray got him something in return.

“The man does nothing for free. Someone always pays a price.” Without comment from me, Lillian stood, walked our empty bowls to the kitchen sink, and announced she had to go check on her place. Even with Ray in jail, I sensed I shouldn’t let her be alone.

08/19/23 Biking & Listening

Biking is something else I both love and hate. It takes a lot of effort but does provide good exercise and most days over an hour to listen to a good book or podcast. I especially like having ridden.

Here’s my bike, a Rockhopper by Specialized. I purchased it November 2021 from Venture Out in Guntersville; Mike is top notch! So is the bike, and the ‘old’ man seat I salvaged from an old Walmart bike.

Here’s a link to today’s bike ride.


Something to consider if you’re not already cycling.

I encourage you to start riding a bike, no matter your age. Check out these groups:

Cycling for those aged 70+(opens in a new tab)

Solitary Cycling(opens in a new tab)

Remember,

Photo by Suzy Hazelwood on Pexels.com

Listened to

AUGUST 16, 2023

Sam Harris speaks with Carl Robichaud about the ongoing threat of nuclear war. They discuss the film “Oppenheimer,” the ethics of dropping atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, the false lessons of the Cuban Missile Crisis, the history and future of nuclear proliferation, the logic of deterrence, cyber vulnerabilities, the history of de-escalation, the war in Ukraine, war games, the nuclear taboo, growing tensions between the U.S. and China, artificial intelligence, getting to nuclear zero, the role for private citizens in mitigating nuclear risk, the Longview Nuclear Risk Policy Fund (https://www.longview.org/fund/nuclear-weapons-policy-fund/), and other topics.

Carl Robichaud co-leads Longview’s program on nuclear weapons policy. For more than a decade, Carl led grantmaking in nuclear security at the Carnegie Corporation of New York, a philanthropic fund which grants over $30 million annually to strengthen international peace and security. Previously, Carl worked with The Century Foundation and the Global Security Institute, where his research spanned arms control, international security policy, and nonproliferation. Robichaud holds an MPA in public policy and international affairs from Princeton University and a BA from Wesleyan University. He is a 1999 Thomas J. Watson fellow and a 2003 Harold W. Rosenthal fellow for international affairs and security at the Stimson Center and the Council on Foreign Relations. He lives in Brooklyn with his wife, Elsie Kagan, a painter.

Website: https://www.longview.org/fund/nuclear-weapons-policy-fund/

Twitter: @carlrobichaud


Here’s a few photos from along my pistol route:

What’s Wrong with Using Bayes’ Theorem on Miracles?

Here’s the link to this article.

John W. Loftus | January 25, 2022 | Kiosk Article

Atheism | Christian Apologetics | Philosophy of Religion ]



This popular atheist meme values sophistication over pop atheists.

In this essay I’m going to defend what has come to be known as Hitchens’ razor: “What can be asserted without evidence can also be dismissed without evidence.”[1] The point Christopher Hitchens was making is that miracle claims without any evidence should be dismissed without a further thought. Bayes’ theorem (which I’ll explain shortly) requires the existence of some credible evidence—or data—before it can be correctly used in evaluating miracle claims. So to be Bayes-worthy, a miracle claim must first survive Hitchens’ razor, which dismisses all miracle claims asserted without any evidence. If this first step doesn’t take place, Bayes is being used inappropriately and must be opposed as irrelevant, unnecessary, and even counterproductive in our honest quest for truth.[2]

From the outset I should say something about the so-called New Atheism of writers like Sam Harris, Richard Dawkins, and Christopher Hitchens, considered to be pop atheists by the philosophical elite, and not to be taken seriously when speaking of philosophical, biblical, and theological issues. The judgment of both believing and atheist intellectuals is summed up by Steven Poole, writing for The Guardian in 2019: “New Atheism’s arguments were never very sophisticated or historically informed.”[3]I hope to change that perception with regard to Hitchens’ razor. More importantly, I hope to chip away at the value elitist philosophers place on their sophistications.

I do this as a philosopher myself, one who is by no means an anti-intellectual. My difference lies in our motivations. I’m with Karl Marx, who famously said, “The philosophers have hitherto only interpreted the world in various ways. The point, however, is to change it.” While other motivations are valuable, such as discussing issues to further our understanding or more completely learn why people disagree, the goal to sharpen our critical thinking skills by eliminating the use of poor arguments is not one of them. For if that’s the goal, any subject matter will do. That’s like playing chess for the sake of learning to play better, which is fun and challenging, but it doesn’t change the world. Why not sharpen our critical thinking skills on the most difficult task of all, changing the world by changing minds? I’m convinced we already know enough to philosophize with a hammer, as Friedrich Nietzche argued.

I’m not alone in this. Julian Baggini echoes my thoughts in his Secular Web review of Michael Martin and Ricki Monnier’s anthology The Impossibility of God.[4] He said of it, “I just don’t believe that detailed and sophisticated arguments make any significant difference to the beliefs of the religious or atheists.” Why? Because “the unintellectual will obviously have no interest in over four hundred pages of carefully argued philosophy. Employing the arguments it contains against someone who has never seriously considered the basic problem of evil is like using a surgeon’s knife to chop down a tree.” But what of intellectuals? Baggini added: “I suspect that a statistically insignificant number of intellectuals will switch sides on the basis of the kinds of arguments contained here.” While we both admit Martin and Monnier’s anthology is valuable because bad philosophy must be answered, Baggini makes a fundamental point—that it probably benefits theists more. For all that their anthology does “is provide fresh challenges to faith, which can only ultimately show its strength. That which does not kill faith usually makes it stronger, and as a matter of empirical fact these arguments aren’t just not lethal, they barely injure.” Baggini concludes that “when we get to this level of detail and sophistication, the war has become phoney. Converts are won at the more general level.”

So much for sophistication if the goal is to change minds.

Theodore Drange says similar kinds of things when reviewing Jordon Howard Sobel’s book Logic and Theism.[5] Its sophistication is plain to see: “The book is long, abstruse, technical (making ample use of symbolic logic and Bayesian notation), and written in a rather difficult style.” While we both recommend it highly for the philosophical elite, Drange questions its value for others, noting, “The main emphasis of the book is on logic rather than theism.” For as an analytical philosopher, Sobel’s “focus is not so much on issues of fact and content as on issues of definition and logical structure.” But for people “who are more interested in theism than logic,” “who have an interest in converting others either to or away from theism,” who “seek arguments that are both cogent and persuasive,” Sobel’s book “has very limited use for such people.” Drange concludes: “Overall, the book is excellent and of great value for professional analytical metaphysicians and philosophers of religion…. But for the average person with an interest in arguments for and against God’s existence, it would be quite safe to pass it by.”

If the point is to change the world, I would rather have more popular books written by people like Harris, Dawkins, and Hitchens than philosophical elites like Martin and Sobel. It’s not that I agree with how Harris and company present their arguments, since they suffer from a lack of precision, depth, and sophistication. It’s rather that I agree with many of their main points, even defending the main point of Dawkins’ ultimate Boeing 747 gambit.[6] I’m happy those points have been thrust into the general population for discussion, especially when they argue against blind faith in bizarre unevidenced miraculous beliefs. On that score, Hitchens’ razor is all anyone needs to honestly evaluate and subsequently dismiss the miraculous claims of religion.

My specialties are theology, philosophical theology, and especially, apologetics. I am an expert on these subjects even though it’s very hard to have a good grasp of them all. Now it’s one thing for theologically unsophisticated intellectuals like Harris, Dawkins, and Hitchens to argue against religion. It’s quite another thing for a theologically sophisticated intellectual like myself to defend them by saying they are within their epistemic rights to denounce religion from their perspectives. And I do. I can admit they lack the sophistication to understand and respond point for point to sophisticated theology. But it doesn’t matter because all sophisticated theology is based on faith, blind faith, unevidenced faith in the Bible—or Koran or Bhagavad Gita—as the word of God, and/or faith in the Nicene Creed (or other creeds), and/or faith in a church, synagogue, or temple. No amount of sophistication changes this fact.

Three Important Razors

(1) Ockham’s Razor

William of Ockham (1285-1349) had previously articulated what is known as Ockham’s razor, whereby “entities should not be multiplied without necessity.” In other words, simpler explanations that explain all the available evidence should be preferred over more complex ones. Ockham cut out a path for modern scientific inquiry because the addition of supernatural entities adds unnecessary complexity to our explanations. Applying Ockham, supernatural explanations of all the available evidence are not preferred because natural explanations are simpler. The best explanations are those that make the fewest assumptions that fit the available evidence.

One can see this in the work of Pierre-Simon de Laplace (1749-1827), a French mathematician, astronomer, and physicist, who wrote a five-volume work titled Celestial Mechanics (1799-1825). In it he offered a complete mechanical interpretation of the solar system without reference to a god. Upon hearing of Laplace’s work, legend has it that Emperor Napoleon Bonaparte said to him, “They tell me you have written this large book on the system of the universe, and have never even mentioned its creator.” To which Laplace reputedly responded, “Sir, I had no need of that hypothesis.”

(2) Sagan’s Razor

Carl Sagan popularized the aphorism, “Extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence” (ECREE), which is sometimes referred to as Sagan’s razor. It’s based on a reasonable understanding about claims having to do with the nature, workings, and origins of the natural world. These types of claims require sufficient corroborating objective evidence commensurate with the nature of the claim being made. In my anthology The Case against Miracles, I defended this aphorism in chapter 3. I described three types of claims about the objective world and the evidence needed to accept them.

  1. Ordinary claims require only a small amount of fair evidence.

These are claims about events that take place regularly every day and, as such, require only the testimonial evidence of someone who is trustworthy under normal circumstances. If a trustworthy person tells us there was a car accident on Main Street, we would accept it. There’s no reason not to.

  1. Extraordinary claims require extraordinary levels of evidence.

These are claims about extremely unusual events within the natural world. They require sufficient corroborating objective evidence. The objective evidence should be sufficient, regardless of whether it’s a large amount of unremarkable objective evidence, or a small amount of remarkable objective evidence. If someone claimed to have consecutively sank 18 hole-in-one’s in a row on a par-3 golf course, we would simply scoff at him. Testimonial evidence alone is always insufficient for establishing an extraordinary claim like that. Such a feat is possible, though. Art Wall, Jr. (1923-2001) holds the record of 45 lifetime hole-in-one’s on the PGA tour. But they were not sunk in consecutive order.[7]

Take for another instance the extraordinary claim that aliens abducted a man. Without any objective evidence, there isn’t any reason to believe his testimony. Objective evidence of his alien abduction would include things like him being beamed back down the very next day into a large crowd of family and friends as an older man, in full view of the alien spaceship, who now shows a superior technological knowledge beyond our comprehension, having in his hand a mysterious rock not from our planet, who was implanted with a futuristic tracking device, and is now able to predict the future with pinpoint accuracy. That’s objective evidence. No reasonable person would reject his story. But we never have this kind of strong objective evidence, and strong evidence is required.

  1. Miraculous claims are the highest type of extraordinary claims and require the highest quality and/or quantity of objective evidence.

A miracle is an event impossible to occur by natural processes alone. Miraculous events by definition involve divine supernatural interference in the natural order of the world. Other descriptive words are appropriate here, like the suspending, or transgressing, or breaching, or contravening, or violating of natural law; otherwise, they’re not considered miracles, just extremely rare extraordinary events within the world of nature. If you recover after being told you have a one-in-a-million chance of being healed, that’s not equivalent to a miracle, one that suspends natural law. It simply means you beat the odds, and it happens every day, every hour, and every minute, around the globe. The reason believers see evidence of miracles in extremely rare coincidental events is simply because they’re ignorant about statistics and the probabilities built on them. There can be no reasonable doubt about this.

Statistician David Hand convincingly shows that “extraordinarily rare events are anything but. In fact, they’re commonplace. Not only that, we should all expect to experience a miracle roughly once every month.” He is not a believer in supernatural miracles, though: “No mystical or supernatural explanation is necessary to understand why someone is lucky enough to win the lottery twice, or is destined to be hit by lightning three times and still survive.”[8] Extremely rare events are not miracles. We should expect extremely rare events in our lives many times over. No gods made these events happen.

To believe someone’s testimony that a god suspended natural laws to perform a miracle requires enough objective evidence to overcome our extremely well-founded conviction that the world behaves according to natural processes that can be understood and predicted by scientists. David Hume put it this way: “No testimony is sufficient to establish a miracle, unless the testimony be of such a kind, that its falsehood would be more miraculous, than the fact, which it endeavors to establish.”[9] However, human testimony of a miracle is woefully inadequate for this task, as Hume went on to argue. For if we wouldn’t believe someone’s testimony to have sunk 18 hole-in-one’s in a row on a par-3 golf course, we would all rightly dismiss and ridicule as delusional the additional testimony that the golfer flew in the air like Superman from tee to tee in scoring that perfect 18.

Both Ockham’s razor and Sagan’s razor are epistemological in nature, and both are important. Ockham’s razor has to do with the burden of proof. It’s placed squarely on anyone making miraculous claims since they require the existence of additional entities. I think all reasonable people should agree with Ockham’s razor, which explains why scientists should not invoke a god to explain the complexity of the universe, the evolution of life, or the beginnings of life. Sagan’s razor has to do with the kind and quality of evidence needed to establish one’s burden of proof. The more extraordinary the claim, the better the evidence must be. I think all reasonable people should agree with Sagan’s razor, which requires a sufficient amount of credible evidence commensurate with the type of claim being made.

(3) Hitchens’ Razor

Hitchens’ razor has to do with something more fundamental, the need for objective evidence. Lacking it, miracle claims can be dismissed out of hand without a second’s thought. The application of Hitchens’ razor, which comes from a “pop atheist,” stands in opposition to the application of Bayes’ theorem, the domain of sophisticated philosophers.

To be clear, when we dismiss miracle claims, we still have a responsibility to share the reasons why we dismiss them, depending on the number of believers in a society who hold them and how much these beliefs cause harm. We should do what judges do in a court case. They explain why the case is being dismissed so people can understand. Most of the time they simply say the evidence is not there. Judges almost never state the conditions under which they could be convinced, nor specify the amount of evidence needed. They only need to say that the case doesn’t meet the evidential standards required. So all we have to show is why the needed objective evidence doesn’t exist, and that should be the end of it. There wouldn’t be a reason to respond in much depth at all. Depending on the circumstances, ridicule and mockery are even appropriate.[10] Having said this, I will dispassionately suggest what should be convincing, starting with the Christian belief in a virgin-birthed incarnate god.

There is No Objective Evidence for the Virgin Birth So It Should Be Dismissed

All of the miracle claims in the Bible can legitimately be dismissed out of hand since there is no objective evidence for any of them. Consider the Christian belief in their virgin-birthed deity. Just ask for the objective evidence. You don’t need to do anything until that evidence is presented. Until then, such a belief should be dismissed out of hand.

There is an oft-repeated argument that marijuana is the gateway drug leading to dangerous drugs.[11] There is another gateway, one that leads to doubting the whole Bible. I focus on the virgin birth miracle because it’s the gateway to doubting the Gospel narratives, just as Genesis 1-11 is the gateway to doubting the Old Testament narratives. It was for me, anyway. The objective textual evidence from the Bible shows that, contrary to the virgin birth narratives: (1) The genealogies are inaccurate and irrelevant; (2) Jesus was not born in Bethlehem; (3) there was no worldwide census as claimed; (4) there was no slaughter of the innocents; (5) there was no Star of Bethlehem; (6) the virgin-birthed prophecies are faked; and (7) the belief that Jesus was born of a virgin most likely derived from pagan parallels in those days.[12] It was concocted in hindsight to explain how their belief in an incarnate god came into the world to redeem sinners.

The fact is there is no objective evidence to corroborate the Virgin Mary’s story. We hear nothing about her wearing a misogynistic chastity belt to prove her virginity. No one checked for an intact hymen before she gave birth, either. After Jesus was born, Maury Povich wasn’t there with a DNA test to verify Joseph was not the baby daddy. We don’t even have first-hand testimonial evidence for it since the story is related to us by others, not by Mary or Joseph. At best, all we have is second-hand testimony reported in just two later anonymous gospels by one person, Mary, or two if we include Joseph, who was incredulously convinced Mary was a virgin because of a dream—yes, a dream (see Matthew 1:19-24). We never get to independently cross-examine them or the people who knew them, which we would need to do since they may have a very good reason for lying (pregnancy out of wedlock, anyone?).

Now one might simply trust the anonymous Gospel writers who wrote down this miraculous tale, but why? How is it possible they could find out that a virgin named Mary gave birth to a deity? Think about how they would go about researching that. No reasonable investigation could take Mary’s and/or Joseph’s word for it. With regard to Joseph’s dream, Thomas Hobbes tells us, “For a man to say God hath spoken to him in a Dream, is no more than to say he dreamed that God spake to him; which is not of force to win belief from any man” (Leviathan, chap. 32.6). So the testimonial evidence is down to one person, Mary, which is still second-hand testimony at best. Why should we believe that testimony?

On this fact, Christian believers are faced with a serious dilemma. If this is the kind of research that went into writing the Gospels—taking Mary’s word and Joseph’s dream as evidence—we shouldn’t believe anything else the Gospel writers wrote without corroborating objective evidence. The lack of evidence for Mary’s story speaks directly to the credibility of the Gospel narratives as a whole. Since there’s no good reason to believe the virgin birth myth, there’s no good reason to believe the resurrection myth, either, since the claim of Jesus’ resurrection is told in those same Gospels. If the one is to be dismissed, so should the other.[13]

There are other tales in those same Gospels that should cause us to doubt, like tales of resurrected saints who allegedly came out of their tombs and walked around Jerusalem, but who were never interviewed and never heard from again (Matthew 27:52-53). Keep in mind we’re talking about miracle claims from an ancient superstitious era, as Richard Carrier described:

The age of Jesus was not an age of critical reflection and remarkable religious acumen. It was an era filled with con artists, gullible believers, martyrs without a cause, and reputed miracles of every variety. In light of this picture, the tales of the Gospels do not seem very remarkable. Even if they were false in every detail, there is no evidence that they would have been disbelieved or rejected as absurd by many people, who at the time had little in the way of education or critical thinking skills. They had no newspapers, telephones, photographs, or public documents to consult to check a story. If they were not a witness, all they had was a man’s word. And even if they were a witness, the tales tell us that even then their skills of critical reflection were lacking.[14]

In another place, Carrier is unmistakable:

When we pore over all the [early Christian] documents that survive, we find no evidence that any Christian convert did any fact-checking before converting or even would have done so. We can rarely even establish that they could have, had they wanted to. There were people in antiquity who could and would, but curiously we have no evidence that any of those people converted. Instead, every Christian who actually tells us what convinced him explicitly says he didn’t check any facts but merely believed upon hearing the story and reading the scriptures and just “feeling” it was right. Every third-person account of conversions we have tells the same story. Likewise, every early discussion we have from Christians regarding their methodology for testing claims either omits, rejects, or even denigrates rational, empirical methods and promotes instead faith-based methods of finding secrets hidden in scripture and relying on spiritual inspirations and revelations…. Skepticism and doubt were belittled; faith without evidence was praised and rewarded.

Hence, when we look closely, we discover that all the actual evidence that Jesus rose from the dead consisted of unconfirmable hearsay, just like every other incredible claim made by ancient religions of the day. Christian apologists make six-figure careers out of denying this, but their elaborate attempts always collapse on inspection. There just wasn’t any evidence Jesus really rose from the dead other than the word of a few fanatics and a church community demonstrably full of regular hallucinators and fabricators.[15]

What’s Wrong With Bayes’ Theorem?

In his writings and talks, Carrier does a good job of explaining Bayes’ theorem and is its best advocate for examining the claims of history, including those of miracles. It’s a mathematical formula that asks us to input numbers representing determinants of the probability of a given hypothesis we wish to test, say of whether a murder took place.[16] It asks us to input values for the initial likelihood of a murder based on relevant background factors that would increase or decrease that initial likelihood, such as if the suspect had a motive for murdering the victim, or if the victim was suicidal, accident prone, or had a known enemy sworn to kill him. It also asks us to input values for important factors like what we should expect to find if a murder took place compared to if it didn’t. For instance, we might expect to find a dead body that shows evidence of a struggle, as opposed to a dead body lying peacefully in bed. Then it asks us to input values for the probabilities of alternative scenarios, such as the possibility the victim died of an accident, or faked his own death in order to frame the suspect for murder. After inputting the numbers in the equation, we do the calculations, and the resulting percentage is the probability that a murder took place.

I don’t object to using Bayes’ theorem when it’s applied appropriately to questions for which we have prior objective data to determine their initial likelihood, along with subsequent data to help us in our final probability calculations. It’s an excellent tool when these conditions obtain. Nothing I say in what follows undercuts its proper use. But a problem occurs when someone uses Bayes as if it is the only tool in the tool chest. To people who only have a hammer, everything looks like a nail. The proper tool to use on miracles before there is any objective evidence is Hitchens’ razor. Only after there is some objective evidence can we turn to Bayes’ theorem.

My contention is that using Bayes without any prior or subsequent objective data is using it in a pseudostatistical way. Just consider how you could use Bayes to evaluate my bare assertion, without any objective evidence, that I’m levitating right now. That’s all you need to consider and you can understand my point. All miracle claims must begin and end with objective evidence. Without it, there is nothing else to say or do but dismiss them. No math is needed. No other issue demands to be asked or answered.

I have five specific objections to using Bayes’ theorem to assess miracle claims.

  1. With miracles, there is no objective data to work from.

As just explained, Bayes’ theorem is a mathematical formula that can only be useful when there is objective data to work from. We’re told every logically possible claim has a nonzero probability to it, and that’s true. But the prior probability of a miracle cannot be calculated because we have no prior probability value to input. A pig that can fly of its own power would be a miracle. So we need prior objective data to work from if we’re to use Bayes to assess a specific claim that a pig flew. How many pigs have ever flown of their own power? If anything, the only previous objective data available suggests that the answer is none. So Bayes isn’t the proper tool to use when assessing miracles that lack previous data.

I agree with William L. Vanderburgh, who defended Hume against his critics, that applying Bayes to miracle claims is inappropriate, ineffective, and unnecessary.[17] Hume knew of Bayes’ theorem, but chose not to use it when arguing against miracles.[18] That’s because his objections to miracles also serve to debunk a god of miracles.[19] Even if there is a deity of some kind, which is supposed to tip the balance of probabilities toward accepting miracle claims, Hume argues it’s unreasonable to accept miracle claims as reported by others. As Paul Russell explains, “The key issue, for Hume’s critique of miracles, is whether or not we ever have reason to believe on the basis of testimony that a law of nature has been violated. Hume’s arguments lead to the conclusion that we never have reason to believe miracle reports as passed on to us.”[20] Since there is no good reason to believe testimonies of miracles, there is no good reason to believe in a god of miracles, either. Russell again: “What really matters for assessing Hume’s critique of miracles is to keep in mind that his primary aim is to discredit the actual historical miracle claims that are supposed to provide authority and credibility for the major established religions—most obviously, Christianity.” And on that score Hume’s arguments succeed, since all we have in the Bible are ancient reports of miracles found in ancient texts. So as miracles go by the wayside, so also goes a god of miracles. Just as Hume’s previous objections to design in the universe served to debunk an intelligent, perfectly good divine designer[21], so too his objections to miracles show us there isn’t a good reason to believe in a god of miracles.[22]

When it comes to the supposed miracle of the virgin birth, much less of a virgin-birthed deity, there is no verifiable data that it ever occurred. Since there’s no reason to think any deity was born of a virgin, the odds of such a miracle is at least as low as the number of babies who have ever been born, 1 out of 120 billion! Since we can’t see into the future for the first occurrence of a virgin-birthed deity, there could be an additional 120 billion people or more before such a miraculous event takes place (if ever). So if we justifiably cannot input any numbers for the initial likelihood of this miracle, or only input a prior probability so low that it’s only negligibly distinguishable from zero, we have nothing to input into Bayes’ theorem for us to calculate.

It’s claimed we can use something called “Bayesian reasoning” on miracle claims rather than exact numbers, as with a range of numbers (i.e., not 0.4 but rather 0.4 to 0.01). But if this is true, then we would no longer be using the theorem. For by definition, the application of a theorem requires exact mathematical inputs that can be multiplied and divided. More to the point, the mathematical part of the theorem is the indispensable part of Bayes’ theorem. It’s the part considered to be the original contribution of Thomas Bayes (1702-1761). What makes it important is that the reasoning process behind it “has been quantified, i.e., made it into an expressible equation” for the first time. The “actual process of weighing evidence and changing beliefs is not a new practice.”[23]

In other words, we’ve been reasoning about objective evidence and changing our minds based on the available evidence throughout human history. We’ve also been weighing alternative hypotheses and seeking the best explanation of the evidence for as long as we’ve been reasoning well. So what ends up being called Bayesian reasoning is a cluster of separate questions reasonable people seek answers for when seeking the best conclusion from the available evidence. There’s nothing about Bayesian reasoning we didn’t already do before Bayes quantified it. Every question Bayes asks was already being asked and answered before Thomas Bayes quantified that process. So there’s nothing about what is being called “Bayesian reasoning” that’s specifically due to Bayes’ theorem. One can ask and answer these questions and call it Bayesian reasoning if they want to do so. But it’s not something that originated with Bayes’ theorem, nor is it doing any math, nor is this reasoning helpful unless there is first some objective evidence.

  1. Using Bayes’ theorem gives undue credibility to some miracle claims over others when none of them have any objective evidence for them.

When working with numbers, all possibilities have a nonzero probability. What number should we assign to miracles, which by definition involve the suspension, transgressing, breaching, contravening, or violating of natural law? It’s argued that we should be generous with our initial probabilities for the sake of argument by inputting higher numbers than warranted when dealing with miracles. But why? Why do that if we’re seeking truth?

Some will say Bayes is useful for evaluating hypothetical scenarios—for example, if one wants to make a case that even given the best imaginable evidence, such evidence still wouldn’t support an opponent’s conclusion that a miracle occurred. But why abandon real concrete cases in favor of imagined hypotheticals? To play this language game is to pretend something false, that there is some evidence for a miracle when there isn’t. How does that serve to advance the honest quest for truth? Even if we do this, Baggini’s earlier quote is still spot on, that “a statistically insignificant number of intellectuals will switch sides” on the basis of such sophistication. So there’s little reason to think this strategy will work. Besides, what makes anyone think we can show that a specific miracle claim has no objective evidence for it, if we grant that it has some objective evidence for it? That’s counterproductive. Keep in mind Baggini also said, “That which does not kill faith usually makes it stronger.”

In my book Unapologetic, I explain why responding to fundamentalist arguments in kind gives their beliefs a certain undeserved respectability. To treat the resurrection story as if it has some objective evidence for it when it doesn’t, is to give it undeserved credibility over the other miracle tales told around the world, in previous centuries, reputedly performed by different gods and goddesses, who have had millions of devotees. It also gives it undeserved credibility for the miracle tales told in the very Gospel texts where we read of the Resurrection. Why is no one doing a mathematical analysis of the Christian virgin-birthed son of God, or the supposed resurrected saints at the time of the death of Jesus (Matthew 27:52-53)? That’s the point!

My critiques of religion focus on the lack of objective evidence for the claims of religion.[24] Imagine if every nonbeliever responded to theistic arguments as I advocate? What if every time an apologist for their sect-specific god offered an argument or quoted their scriptures nonbelievers all responded in unison, saying there is no objective evidence for what they claim? If nonbelievers all responded as Hitchens’ razor calls for, Christian apologists would be forced to consider they are pretending their faith true, just as surely as the Sophists in the days of Socrates were pretending to be wise. This is how we currently treat conspiracy theories from QAnon and others. We should treat religions likewise since they are themselves conspiracy theories made up based on no evidence but anonymous sources.

The only response to an assertion that a pig can fly of its own power is to demand to see one fly under test conditions.[25] Lacking any objective data that shows pigs can fly of their own power, the proper way to deal with such a claim is to dismiss it. To go through the motions of calculating such a probability, beginning with a completely made-up nonzero prior probability, is foolishness. It would grant pig-flying believers the credibility they so desperately crave for such a bizarre claim, just because we took it seriously.

  1. Using Bayes’ theorem won’t help convince anyone.

Using Bayes is probably worse as a strategy to convince others, for the only people who would sludge through it are far less likely to be convinced by it, and those who use it don’t show any signs of agreeing. Even among people using Bayes’ theorem, they’re coming to very different conclusions:

  • Vincent Torley calculated there’s about a 60-65% chance that Jesus rose up from the dead. After reading Michael Alter’s book, Resurrection: A Critical Inquiry (Xlibris Press, 2015). Torley doesn’t think historical evidence can show that a miracle like the Resurrection took place.[26] Now, with his changed mind, the historical evidence for the resurrection of Jesus is probably down to 25-30% for him.
  • Richard Swinburne calculated the probability of the bodily resurrection of Jesus at 97%.[27]
  • Timothy and Lydia McGrew calculated the likelihood ratio of the resurrection of Jesus to be 1044 to 1, or 1 followed by 44 zeros to 1.[28]
  • In Richard Carrier’s estimation, Bayes’ theorem leads him to think the probability that Jesus did not exist could be as high as 67%.[29] So much the worse for a resurrection of a nonexistent person!

Tools are supposed to help. If Bayes helps us, then why does it produce these wildly diverse results? The reason is clear. There are different results precisely because there is no data or evidence for miracles for Bayesians to calculate. This should be evidence all on its own that Bayes is not the right tool when it comes to miracle claims. The right tool is Hitchens’ razor, which requires some credible evidence of a miracle before we give it serious consideration.

  1. Using Bayes’ theorem won’t help clarify our differences.

We don’t need Bayes to know where our differences are to be found. We already know. The main difference between us is that believers value faith—blind faith, the only kind of faith there is, faith without objective evidence—while nonbelievers value sufficient objective evidence, and seek to proportion their views to the strength of the evidence as best as possible. That’s why we’re nonbelievers.

Christian apologists David Marshall and Timothy McGrew scoff at my depiction of faith as “an irrational leap over the evidence.” They define faith as “trusting, holding to, and acting on what one has good reason to believe is true, in the face of difficulties.” They go on to document that “for nearly two millennia many of the greatest names in the Christian tradition have grounded faith in reason and evidence.”[30] However, it’s quite clear to me that most believers in the churches and colleges tout the virtues of faith without evidence. Just watch the many interventions that street epistemologist Anthony Magnabosco has published on his YouTube channel. There you’ll see the overwhelming anecdotal evidence. When questioned, believers on the street almost always revert to blind faith as an answer.[31]

It seems as though average Christian believers understand their faith better than Christian apologists do, just as those same apologists understood their faith before attending Christian seminaries. Average believers have read and understood their Bible, such as the Gospel story of doubting Thomas, who refused to believe without any objective evidence.[32] The whole point of the tale is that faith without objective evidence is a virtue, not a vice. The lesson to be learned comes from the character of Jesus himself: “Blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.” This is what 2 Corinthians 5:7 affirms, that “we walk by faith, not by sight,” as does Hebrews 11:1: “Faith is being sure of what we hope for. It is being sure of what we do not see” (NRSV).

In any case, how Marshall and McGrew define faith is irrelevant since there’s no objective evidence for their miracles. Not until they can produce the requisite evidence can they justifiably define faith as trust. Otherwise, their definitions of faith are pure, unadulterated obfuscations hiding the fact that they don’t have any objective evidence for their sect-specific Christian faith. They end up with a faith that trusts in nonexistent objective evidence, so there is every reason not to trust in their faith.[33]

  1. Imagining what might convince us of a miracle is largely an exercise in futility.

Bayes’ theorem asks us to imagine what might convince us of a given hypothesis. This is a reasonable request in criminal trials, and in other kinds of scenarios where actual evidence is being considered. In order to imagine what would convince us to believe that a miracle occurred, however, we will always have to imagine sufficient objective evidence, and it doesn’t exist. Given the miracle tales told in the Bible, this would require changing the past, and that can’t be done. If an overwhelming number of Jews in first-century Palestine had become Christians, that would’ve helped. They believed in their God. They believed their God did miracles. They knew their Old Testament prophecies. They hoped for a Messiah/King based on these prophecies.[34] We’re even told they were beloved by their God! Yet the overwhelming majority of those first-century Jews did not believe Jesus was raised from the dead.[35] They were there and they didn’t believe. So why should we?

If I could go back in time to watch Jesus coming out of a tomb, that would work. But I can’t travel back in time. If someone recently found some convincing objective evidence dating to the days of Jesus, that would work. But I can’t imagine what kind of evidence that could be. As I’ve argued, testimonial evidence wouldn’t work, so an authenticated handwritten letter from the mother of Jesus would be insufficient. If a cell phone was discovered and dated to the time of Jesus containing videos of him doing miracles, that would work. But this is just as unlikely as his resurrection. If Jesus, God, or Mary were to appear to me, that would work. But that has never happened, even in my believing days, and there’s nothing I can do to make it happen either. Several atheists have suggested other scenarios that would work, but none of them panned out.[36]

Believers will cry foul, complaining that the kind of objective evidence needed to believe cannot be found, as if we concocted this need precisely to deny miracles. But this is simply what reasonable people need. If that’s the case, then that’s the case. Bite the bullet. Once honest inquirers admit the objective evidence doesn’t exist, they should stop complaining and be honest about its absence. It’s that simple. Since reasonable people need this evidence, God is to be blamed for not providing it. Why would a God create us as reasonable people and then not provide what reasonable people need? Thinking people should always think about these matters in accordance to the probabilities based on the strength of the objective evidence.

Believers will object that I haven’t stated any criteria for identifying what qualifies as extraordinary evidence for an extraordinary claim. But I know what does not count. Second-, third-, or fourth-hand hearsay testimony doesn’t count. Nor does circumstantial evidence. Nor still does anecdotal evidence as reported in documents that are centuries later than the supposed events, which were copied by scribes and theologians who had no qualms about including forgeries. I also know that subjective feelings, experiences, or inner voices don’t count as extraordinary evidence. Neither do claims that one’s writings are inspired, divinely communicated through dreams, or were seen in visions.

Chasing the definitional demand for specific criteria sidetracks us away from that which matters. Concrete suggestions matter. If nothing else, a God who desired our belief could have waited until our present technological age to perform miracles, because people in this scientific age of ours need to see the evidence. If a God can send the savior Jesus in the first century, whose death supposedly atoned for our sins and atoned for all the sins of the people in the past, prior to his day, then that same God could have waited to send Jesus to die in the year 2022. Doing so would bring salvation to every person born before this year, too, which just adds twenty centuries of people to save.

In today’s world it would be easy to provide objective evidence of the Gospel miracles. Magicians and mentalists would watch Jesus to see if he could fool them, like what Penn & Teller do on their show. There would be thousands of cell phones that could document his birth, life, death, and resurrection. The raising of Lazarus out of his tomb would go viral. We could set up a watch party as Jesus was being put into his grave to document everything all weekend, especially his resurrection. We could ask the resurrected Jesus to tell us things that only the real Jesus could have known or said before he died. Photos could be compared. DNA tests could be conducted on the resurrected body of Jesus, which could prove his resurrection, if we first snatched the foreskin of the baby Jesus long before his death. Plus, everyone in the world could watch as his body ascended back into Heaven above, from where it was believed he came down to earth.

Christian believers say their God wouldn’t make his existence that obvious. But if their God had wanted to save more people, as we read he did (2 Peter 3:9), then it’s obvious he should’ve waited until our modern era to do so. For the evidence could be massive. If nothing else, their God had all of this evidence available to him, but chose not to use any of it, even though with the addition of each unit of evidence, more people would be saved.

It’s equally obvious that if a perfectly good, omnipotent God wanted to be hidden, for some hidden reason, we should see some evidence of this. But outside the apologetical need to explain away the lack of objective evidence for faith, we don’t find it. For there are a number of events taking place daily in which such a God could alleviate horrendous suffering without being detected. God could’ve stopped the underwater earthquake that caused the 2004 Indian Ocean tsunami before it happened, thus saving a quarter of a million lives. Then, with a perpetual miracle, that God could’ve kept it from ever happening in the future. If God did this, none of us would ever know that he did. Yet he didn’t do it. Since there are millions of clear instances like this one, where a theistic God didn’t alleviate horrendous suffering even though he could do so without being detected, we can reasonably conclude that a God who hides himself doesn’t exist. If nothing else, a God who doesn’t do anything about the most horrendous cases of suffering doesn’t do anything about the lesser cases of suffering either, or involve himself in our lives.

This is how to properly think of miracle claims. We simply have to ask for objective evidence. If it doesn’t exist, then say so, say why if you wish to, and be done with it. Just dismiss those claims like reasonable people do to a great number of miracle claims from the beginning of time. Period!

In any case, imagining some nonexistent evidence that could convince us Mary gave birth to a divine son sired by a male god in the ancient superstitious world is a futile exercise, since we already know there’s no objective evidence for it. One might as well imagine what would convince us that Marshall Applewhite, of the Heaven’s Gate suicide cult, was telling the truth in 1997 that an extraterrestrial spacecraft following the comet Hale-Bopp was going to beam their souls up to it, if they would commit suicide with him. One might even go further to imagine what would convince us that he and his followers are flying around the universe today! Such an exercise would be utter tomfoolery, because faith is tomfoolery.

As anthropology professor James T. Houk said, “Virtually anything and everything, no matter how absurd, inane, or ridiculous, has been believed or claimed to be true at one time or another by somebody, somewhere in the name of faith.”[37] Faith-based beliefs cannot be calculated because there’s nothing to base our calculations on.[38]

Final Thoughts

Only if someone thinks there is some credible evidence on behalf of miracles can Bayes be utilized to assess miracle claims. From all I know, there isn’t any.

Again, believers should bite the bullet. We don’t concoct the rules of evidence. If there were a reasonable God, he should know to produce credible evidence for miracles that is commensurate with the rules of evidence he allegedly created.

Again, uncorroborated testimonies cannot establish an extraordinary claim, much less an extraordinary miracle claim of the highest order. Testimonies alone are not objective evidence, nor are hearsay, circumstantial evidence, anecdotal stories, subjective experiences, or claims of divine dreams, visions, or inspiration.

If nonbelievers wish to go into greater depth in dismissing an unevidenced miracle claim, even though it’s not strictly necessary, they can still use the full range of reasoning and scientific skills available by culling from the best of the best. It depends on the level of sophistication needed. Such sophistication does trickle down to the university level, and to less sophisticated educated people in the pulpit, and in the pews. Just keep in mind that the greater the sophistication, the less convincing the argument becomes, since from my experience Baggini is correct that conversion takes place on the general level.

Notes

[1] Christopher Hitchens, God is Not Great: How Religion Poisons Everything (New York, NY: Atlantic Books, 2008), p. 150.

[2] This is a significantly edited essay derived from chapter 1 (pp. 17-49) of my anthology, God and Horrendous Suffering (Denver, CO: GCRR Press, 2021). The original chapter title is “In Defense of Hitchens’s Razor” and contains nearly 15,000 words.

[3] Steven Poole, “The Four Horsemen Review – Whatever Happened to ‘New Atheism’? The Guardian (January 31, 2019). <https://www.theguardian.com/books/2019/jan/31/four-horsemen-review-what-happened-to-new-atheism-dawkins-hitchens&gt;.

[4] Julian Baggini, “Review of The Impossibility of God” (2005). The Secular Web. <https://infidels.org/library/modern/julian-baggini-review-martin/&gt;.

[5] Theodore M. Drange, “Jordan Howard Sobel’s Logic and Theism” (2006). The Secular Web. <https://infidels.org/library/modern/theodore-drange-sobel/&gt;.

[6] See “Case Studies in Atheistic Philosophy of Religion,” chapter 4 of my book Unapologetic: Why Philosophy of Religion Must End (Pitchstone Publishing, 2016). An excerpt of the chapter is available online.

[7] “Golfer Art Wall Jr.: Masters Champ, Hole-in-One Artist” (October 2021). Golf Compendium. <https://www.golfcompendium.com/2021/10/art-wall-jr-golfer.html&gt;. Most PGA golf courses only have four par-3’s for every 18 holes. Par-5 holes, at an average of 560 yards, are longer than professionals can drive the ball, although even then, there have been a handful of hole-in one’s. See E. Michael Johnson, “Did You Know: There Have Been Five Holes-in-One on Par 5s (Yes, Par 5s!)” (April 14, 2020). Golf Digest. <https://www.golfdigest.com/story/did-you-know-there-have-been-five-holes-in-one-on-par-5s-yes-par-5s&gt;.

[8] David J. Hand, The Improbability Principle: Why Coincidences, Miracles, and Rare Events Happen Every Day (New York, NY: Scientific American/Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2014). See also: Leonard Mlodinow, The Drunkard’s Walk: How Randomness Rules Our Lives (New York, NY: Vintage Books, 2009); Joseph Mazur, Fluke: The Math and Myth of Coincidence (New York, NY: Basic Books, 2016); and Jeffrey S. Rosenthal, Knock on Wood: Luck, Chance, and the Meaning of Everything (Toronto, Canada: HarperCollins Publishers, 2018).

[9] David Hume, An Enquiry Concerning Human Understanding, chapter 10, part 1, 13.

[10] One misunderstanding of ridicule is that it changes the minds of the people we ridicule. It doesn’t. They double down. But they aren’t likely to change their minds anyway. It can and does change the minds of people who are undecided. Another misconception is that I’m arguing we should ridicule believers to their faces. See John W. Loftus, “On Justifying the Use of Ridicule and Mockery” (January 17, 2013). Debunking Christianity blog. <https://www.debunking-christianity.com/2013/01/on-justifying-use-of-ridicule-and.html&gt;. See also John W. Loftus, Unapologetic: Why Philosophy of Religion Must End (Durham, NC: Pitchstone Press, 2016), pp. 211-235.

[11] I think this is largely false, but don’t get sidetracked by it.

[12] On these points, see the links in Loftus, “The Gateway to Doubting the Gospel Narratives is the Virgin Birth Myth” (June 16, 2020). Debunking Christianity blog. <https://www.debunking-christianity.com/2020/06/the-gateway-to-doubting-gospel.html&gt;.

[13] On the resurrection, see Loftus, The Case against Miracles (United Kingdom: Hypatia Press, 2019), chapter 17.

[14] Richard Carrier, “Kooks and Quacks of the Roman Empire: A Look into the World of the Gospels” (1997). The Secular Web. <https://infidels.org/library/modern/richard_carrier/kooks.html&gt;.

[15] Loftus, The End of Christianity (Amherst, NY: Prometheus Books, 2011), pp. 62-63; emphasis mine. I’ll leave it to Carrier to explain why Bayes’ theorem is needed to assess the resurrection miracle even though he admits it has no evidence for it. I thank him for highly recommending my book, God and Horrendous Suffering, where my objections to Bayes are stated in chapter 1, despite his disagreement with me (so far).

[16] The details are explained in Satoshi Nakamoto, “Bayesian Reasoning – Explained Like You’re Five” (July 23, 2015). LessWrong blog. <https://www.lesswrong.com/posts/x7kL42bnATuaL4hrD/bayesianreasoning- explained-like-you-re-five>.

[17] On this, see William L. Vanderburgh, David Hume on Miracles, Evidence, and Probability (Lanham, MD, Lexington Books, 2019), which I reviewed in the Appendix to The Case against Miracles, pp. 551-560. Vanderburgh’s book is a direct response to the criticisms of John Earman, Hume’s Abject Failure: The Argument against Miracles (Oxford, UK: Oxford University Press, 2000).

[18] Vanderburgh, David Hume on Miracles, p. 121.

[19] See Hume, An Enquiry Concerning Human Understanding, chapter 10.

[20] Paul Russell & Anders Kraal, “Hume on Religion” in The Stanford Encyclopedia of Philosophy (Fall 2017 edn.) ed. E. N. Zalta (Stanford, CA: Stanford University, 2017), §6 (“Miracles“). <https://plato.stanford.edu/archives/fall2017/entries/hume-religion/&gt;.

[21] This is the deity Hume excoriates in his Dialogues Concerning Natural Religion.

[22] See Loftus, The Case Against Miracles, pp. 79-109.

[23] See note 10.

[24] See Loftus, “The Five Most Powerful Reasons Not to Believe (December 16, 2020). Debunking Christianity blog. <https://www.debunking-christianity.com/2020/12/the-five-most-powerful-reasons-not-to.html&gt;.

[25] Craig S. Keener has touted a lot of anecdotal miracle stories in his 2-volume work, Miracles: The Credibility of the New Testament Accounts (Grand Rapids, MI: Baker Academic, 2011). To understand how to scientifically examine miracle claims, see Darren M. Slade, “Properly Investigating Miracle Claims” in The Case against Miracles (pp. 114-147) ed. John W. Loftus (United Kingdom: Hypatia Press, 2019). See especially: Theodore Schick, Jr., and Lewis Vaughn, How to Think about Weird Things: Critical Thinking for a New Age, now in its 8th edition (Boston< MA: McGraw-Hill, 2019); Carl Sagan, The Demon Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark (New York, NY: Random House, 1996); the Amazing James Randi, An Encyclopedia of Claims, Frauds, and Hoaxes of the Occult and Supernatural (New York, NY: St. Martin’s Press, 1995); Joe Nickell, The Science of Miracles: Investigating the Incredible (Amherst, NY: Prometheus Books, 2013); and Michael Shermer, Why People Believe Weird Things: Pseudoscience, Superstition, and Other Confusions of Our Time (New York, NY: Holt Paperbacks, 2002).

[26] Loftus, “Christian Apologist Vincent J. Torley Now Argues Michael Alter’s Bombshell Book Demolishes Christian Apologists’ Case for the Resurrection” (September 26, 2018). Debunking Christianity blog. <https://www.debunking-christianity.com/2018/09/christian-apologist-vincent-j-torley.html&gt;.

[27] Richard Swinburne, The Resurrection of God Incarnate (Oxford, UK: Clarendon Press, 2003).

[28] Timothy and Lydia McGrew, “The Argument from Miracles: A Cumulative Case for the Resurrection of Jesus of Nazareth” in The Blackwell Companion to Natural Theology (pp. 593-662) ed. William Lane Craig and J. P. Moreland (Malden, MA: Wiley-Blackwell, 2012).

[29] Richard Carrier, On the Historicity of Jesus: Why We Might Have Reason for Doubt (Sheffield, UK: Sheffield Phoenix Press Ltd, 2014).

[30] Tom Gilson and Carson Weitnauer, True Reason: Confronting the Irrationality of the New Atheism (Grand Rapids, MI: Kregel Publications, 2013), p. 149.

[31] See Anthony Magnabosco’s YouTube channel.

[32] In John 20:24-29. On this, see “Doubting Thomas Tells Us All We Need to Know About Christianity” (April 19, 2021). Debunking Christianity blog. <https://www.debunking-christianity.com/2021/04/doubting-thomas-tells-us-all-we-need-to.html&gt;

[33] The lack of any objective evidence for miracles is why there are five major strategies for doing apologetics. Upwards to eighty percent of Christian theologians/apologists reject the primary need for objective evidence for their faith in favor of other things. On this, see my chapter 6, “The Abject Failure of Christian Apologetics” (pp. 171-209) in The Case against Miracles.

[34] To see how early Christian’s misused Old Testament prophecy, see Robert J. Miller’s excellent book, Helping Jesus Fulfill Prophecy (Eugene, OR: Cascade Books, 2015).

[35] The most plausible estimate of the first-century Jewish population comes from a census of the Roman Empire during the reign of Claudius (48 CE) that counted nearly 7 million Jews. See the entry “Population” in Encyclopedia Judaica, vol. 13. In Palestine there may have been as many as 2.5 million Jews. See Magen Broshi, “Estimating the Population of Ancient Jerusalem.” Biblical Archaeological Review Vol. 4, No. 2 (June 1978): 10-15. Despite these numbers, Catholic New Testament scholar David C. Sim shows that “Throughout the first century the total number of Jews in the Christian movement probably never exceeded 1,000.” See “How Many Jews Became Christians in the First Century: The Failure of the Christian Mission to the JewsHervormde Teologiese Studies Vol. 61, No. 1/2 (2005): 417-440.

[36] Loftus, “What Would Convince Atheists To Become Christians? The Definitive Answers!” (April 4, 2017). Debunking Christianity blog. <https://www.debunking-christianity.com/2017/04/what-would-convince-atheists-to-become.html&gt;.

[37] James T. Houk, The Illusion of Certainty (Amherst, NY: Prometheus Books, 2017), p. 16.

[38] Thanks goes to Keith Augustine who offered criticisms that ended up making this paper better.

The Boaz Stranger–Chapter 32

Kyla and Lillian were sitting at opposite ends of the couch when I entered the kitchen. I greeted both and poured a large mug of coffee. “I need some air.” Yesterday morning I’d ventured upstairs to borrow one of Dad’s heavy coats.

“You want some company?” Kyla asked as I walked to the front door.

“No. Not for an hour. I need to think.”

“It’s only seven, but we’ve reached today’s high: a scorching 30 degrees.” Lillian should have been a meteorologist. She tracks the weather like a bloodhound tracks a rabbit.

It felt like ten degrees as I eased down the frost covered steps. I didn’t need another fall. The last one had aggravated my shoulder, but it was Ray’s kick that had kept me awake most of the night. I wondered if he’d broken a rib or two.

I walked to the barn, through the gate, and on to the pond. I opted against the pier. Too frosty, and the two wooden Adirondack chairs sitting at the end would freeze my butt even though I had on two layers. Instead, I started making laps around the half-frozen water.

Yesterday was unbelievable. What had started as hopeful had ended in third level Hell. Good ole Ray had wasted no time. He made a 911 call at 10:08 AM. My co-conspirator and I learned this from the two Boaz police officers who appeared at Kyla’s front door at 3:00 pm. Officer Wilson had announced they were here to arrest Lillian and me on charges of criminal trespassing and assault. After a ride to the Boaz City Jail, it had taken nearly three hours for processing, including Micaden’s intervention to convince the city judge to ignore the city attorney’s no-bail warrants and grant our O.R. (own recognizance) request to avoid bail at any amount. The asshole City Attorney had likely kowtowed to Ray’s instructions, knowing his request was illegal.

Three laps down, and out of coffee, I returned to the gate and headed for the mailbox. Mine and Lillian’s inside look at the criminal justice system had not been yesterday’s last adventure. The call came at 4:30 PM. Unfortunately, I was sitting in a holding cell awaiting news concerning bail. It had been six before our release and the jailer returned my iPhone. During the ride home, thanks to Kyla, I returned the call wholly unconcerned. Sophia had misunderstood my instructions and hadn’t looked in the right place.

My hands and feet were freezing although I had on gloves and a pair of Dad’s insulated boots. I ended my pilgrimage into the cold and returned to Kyla’s toasty den recalling Sophia’s frantic words displaying her worst English, “Mr. Lee, I can’t find the diaries. Please call me.”

Her first words had been all Spanish. She kept saying “robara.” I finally convinced her I didn’t understand. A youthful voice (probably her teenage son) in the background finally said, “ransacked.” After I relayed an imagined scene in Rachel’s library, Sophia calmed down and delivered a reasonably cohesive and coherent accounting of her early afternoon experience. The bottom line, someone had broken into mine and Rachel’s house and stolen her diaries.

I kept standing in front of the gas heater for half an hour, ignoring Kyla and Lillian, and thought there was only one person who could have masterminded the burglary. Hopefully, the Marshall County Sheriff’s Department would cuff Ray Archer for arson before sunset.

***

Ray slept later than normal. The digital clock on his bedside table read 8:21. It was 8:26 when he returned from the bathroom. The thirty-foot round trip was a struggle. Hopefully, the three Tylenol would dull his screaming neck.

After dressing in jogging pants and a sweatshirt, Ray inched to the kitchen using walls and furniture for support. Breakfast comprised a bowl of oatmeal, two slices of dry toast, and a large glass of orange juice. His stomach didn’t feel like coffee.

Ray stared through the back door glass, across the valley below, and remembered yesterday’s invasion. His anger was still raw from what Lillian had done to his neck, but it was the thought that Lee Harding might have been prowling around inside his house that made him want to break things.

Enough of that. For now. It was past time to update the Lodge’s security system. And, as expected, it was a bitch, partially because it was Ray’s first attempt. Before, he relied on the tech-savvy Lillian to reset the codes. Today, it took forty minutes and two calls to ADT support before the system accepted the new eight-digit number/symbol combination, and the three exterior keypads reactivated. The delay had something to do with Ray’s failure to be in ‘programming’ mode. Ray slammed the ADT door panel on the utility room wall and walked to his study. There was another pressing issue he had to address.

Two recent cash withdrawals had ravaged his discretionary account, the one only he and First State Bank of Boaz knew anything about. It was the hundred-grand to Buddy. The other was the hundred and fifty thousand to Lillian. Fire and fucking were getting a tad expensive. The laptop booted up and Ray squirmed in the wooden hand-me-down chair from his father, much too stiff for an aching neck.

Ray opened the bottom right drawer and virtually kicked himself for being so lax. He had, again, left it unlocked. He thought of Lillian, and possibly Lee, inside. Could he believe her excuse for the framed picture? Was that the real reason for her unannounced visit? The bank statement at the front of the file was for September. Ray had made the cash withdrawals in early December. He recognized that he should have the October bank statement. November’s would arrive any day. He checked the next two folders for misfiling. They were correct. After accessing First Bank of Boaz online and replenishing his secret account (from his Real Estate Acquisitions account), Ray brushed aside the thought of Lillian stealing a bank statement or two. The only revelations would be the account name and number and the debit and credit amounts. He never wrote checks, and he never labeled deposits or withdrawals. Ray gave himself a praiseworthy nod, closed the drawer, and logged out of his account.

Ray closed his laptop and retreated to the master and his favorite recliner. Pulling up the footrest, he reminded himself that Lillian was the least of his worries. Although she had seen and heard what had gone on at Ted’s cabin on Friday night, it was only circumstantial evidence. No one had said or done anything that directly linked him to the Hunt House fire, and that was why Ray’s attorney assured him the Judge would have little choice in setting Ray’s bail in the event of arrest. Of course, this ignored the possibility that the DA might squeeze Buddy James enough to make him squeal.

A genuine concern was what his father had told him yesterday morning. Ronald was about to sell his Dogwood Trail farm. He had threatened several times over the years to give the proceeds to Ray’s estranged brother, Roland. The idea the farm’s new owners might discover and reveal long-buried secrets triggered panic and an image of a multi-year stay inside an eight-by-eight prison cell.

The second concern, equally frightening as the first, was Kent Bennett’s quest to avenge the death of his brother. An early Sunday morning email had been short, cogent, and direct. Kent had accused Ray of killing his twin brother, Kyle, and admitted he had evidence that would reopen the cold case. First was that Ray had lied in the statement he had given Detective Darden the day after Kyle disappeared. Kent had not elaborated, but Ray knew immediately what he meant. “Damn you Jackie Frasier,” Ray spouted to himself.

Kent’s second source of evidence was mysterious. He had alleged that Kyle himself left clues pointing to his killer. Kent had asked Ray a question. “Do you remember Kyle writing two essays for you in the Fall of 1970?” Ray recalled Mayor King asking him about this during their ride to the cabin Friday night. Ray wished he’d attended Kyle’s memorial service, where he could have heard exactly what Lee Harding had said.

***

The vibration of his iPhone awakened Ray. It was Ted King, and it was almost 2:00 PM. Ray had been asleep in his recliner for three hours. “Hey.”

“You ready for a ride to Guntersville?” Ted liked to joke. Ray rarely knew when to take him seriously.

“I am if you’re buying. I’m hungry.”

“They say the food’s unique.” Ted paused, dreading the news he had to deliver. “Ray, the DA secured a warrant for your arrest.”

“Oh shit. That was quick. What do you know?” The news wasn’t surprising, but it was unnerving. Ray lowered his footrest and stood wincing from the neck pain. He repeated his question. “What do you know?”

“My source in the Clerk’s office said the District Attorney tried for a warrant yesterday afternoon but someone had alerted Morton. He’d called Judge Broadside and requested an immediate hearing.”

“I know all that. Morton called me last night and said the hearing wasn’t until later this afternoon.” Ray headed for his bedroom.

“It got moved up. Just concluded.” Ted worried little about his own freedom. First, because he had done nothing wrong, or at least nothing he couldn’t explain away. Second, he knew too much dirt on the Judge Broadside.

Ray asked Ted whether he knew if bail was discussed at the hearing. Before he responded, Ray received another call. This time, it was Morton Selvidge. “I’ve got to go. It’s my attorney.”

“What about bail?” Ray asked without greeting. There were several disparate voices in the background. Ray imagined Morton in the Courthouse’s cafeteria. The basement was like the inside of a drum.

“Bad news. Won’t be until Thursday at the earliest.”

“What the fuck?” Ray collapsed onto the foot of his king-sized bed.

“The charges: arson and felony murder. Judge B promised the new DA forty-eight hours to prepare.” Morton’s office was in Huntsville, but he’d driven to Guntersville late Saturday afternoon after receiving Ray’s call and desperate plea.

“Murder?” Even though he’d known about the charred body found inside the Hunt House, he’d naively believed he bore no responsibility. That was on Buddy. Morton’s description of felony murder had fallen on closed ears.

“The news favors the prosecutor.”

Ray interrupted before Morton could continue. “What news?”

“Eric Snyder and Buddy James. They have a history together, not to mention both worked at The Shack.” Ray closed his eyes, confused. How did the DA know about Buddy? Lillian and Lee Harding flashed across his mind. Fuck. 

“Why does this matter?” Ray believed he understood the law. But beliefs aren’t always true.

“You’re tied to Buddy. Buddy’s tied to Eric. That ties you to Eric. Hold on.” Ray heard Morton order a large coffee and more chattering. “Listen, I have to return to Huntsville, but I’ll be ready on Thursday. Just keep your head up and your mouth shut.”

Ray almost yelled a dozen cusses at Morton but didn’t. He needed the man. “Please don’t let me rot in jail.”

Ray ended the call, but not before Morton guaranteed his client’s release from jail no later than Thursday afternoon.

***

The doorbell rang at 4:52 PM. Ray was ready, well, as ready as he could be. He had been watching his driveway through the master bedroom window ever since his phone conversation with Morton. After seeing the two deputies, one male, one female, Ray walked to the front door.

On the second ding, Ray opened the door. “Are you Ray Archer?” the woman, Tammie per her name tag, asked, standing on the narrow front porch beside the much taller Jared.

“I am. Come in out of the cold.” Ray was the master of a unique smarminess.

“Sir, we are Marshall County deputies and have a warrant for your arrest.” Jared said, stepping a foot closer, laying one hand on the giant front door.

“I understand, but come in. Can I grab my coat?” Ray inched backwards, allowing the two officers to enter.

“Whoa, hold on. We must go with you.” Jared said as Tammie slapped a cuff on Ray’s right hand.

Ray had planned this moment. He knew he would panic. The imagined scene, handcuffed, waist-chained, and shackled around the ankles, left him with no option. “Please don’t put me in restraints. Can we make a deal?”

“Sorry sir, its standard procedure. Where’s your coat?” Tammie asked as she pulled Ray’s hands behind his back and secured the other cuff. By now, the three had retreated several feet into the cavernous den with its thirty-foot ceilings, grand rock fireplace, cypress walls, and spiraling staircase.

“Wow, what a place.” Jared said.

Ray was fidgeting and attempting in vain to free his hands. His face turned pallid. “Please, I can’t take this. I’m about to pass out.” Jared and Tammie each grabbed an arm and lowered Ray onto the stairwell’s third tread. “I’ll pay you $500.00 each if you don’t cuff me.”

Jared and Tammie exchanged looks. “I’m sorry, that would be a bribe. Now, where’s your coat?” The two said almost in unison. What Ray didn’t know was he had triggered a negotiation.

Sheriff Wayne Waldrup started the program shortly after being elected in 2016. Technically, the practice was unethical, and Wayne was a highly ethical man. However, budgetary constraints allowed only minimum wage pay for beat deputies, slightly more for supervisory officers, and no room for bonuses. These ‘accommodations,’ as Waldrup called them, were pooled and distributed to every employee to maintain and improve morale.

“I have the cash on my desk.” Ray nodded to his left, sweat popping out across his forehead.

“Not enough for the risk,” Jared said, pulling Ray to his feet while Tammie unlocked one cuff.

“How about a thousand? Each.”

“Can you make it five total?” Tammie asked, easing Ray forward and clutching the hand that was still cuffed.

“I can, but I’ll need to access my safe.” Ray was already feeling better, but he wanted to clarify the deal. “What exactly do I get for the five grand?”

“No cuffs or restraints of any kind until we’re parked outside the jail. Then, I’ll cuff your hands, in front of you, and lead you into the jail. As soon as you’re inside a holding cell, I’ll unlock you.”

Jared walked past the stairs and looked down a short hallway. “Is the safe back here, with your desk?”

“Yes.”

“Bring him Tammie.” The officers followed Ray down the hallway and through the master.

“Can I have some privacy? My safe is hidden.” Ray knew the answer but thought it wouldn’t hurt to ask.

“Sorry Mr. Archer. You know we cannot let you out of our sight.” Jared said, trailing behind inside the master and marveling at all the mounted deer heads.

“Okay.” It’s behind the bookshelves.

It took less than ten seconds for the hidden passage to open, Ray to work the spinning combination, and remove five thousand cash, all denominated in hundred-dollar bills. Tammie had the best view, standing closest to Ray. She could see many stacks of cash in the thick walled Mosler. She concluded it was a floor model that had been raised to sit at eye-level on a concrete platform. What she didn’t know was that after Ray had purchased the Lodge, he’d hired a crew from Birmingham to move the Mosler from Wiley Jones’ upstairs study. The out-of-town crew had hidden it inside a newly created room behind a now smaller walk-in closet.

After closing the safe and the sliding bookcase, Ray handed Tammie the five grand and walked to his desk. “Here.” He held out the two five-hundred-dollar bundles toward Jared. “If you’ll make sure I have a private cell and quality food, you can have this as a bonus.” Jared accepted the money. More ‘accommodations’ for higher morale.

The thirty-five-minute drive to Guntersville was uneventful. Just what Ray wanted.

The peaceful transfer of power

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STEVE SCHMIDT

AUG 18, 2023

Engraving from 1869 commemorating the first inauguration of President George Washington on April 30, 1789

American greatness has been fueled and sustained by qualities of character that are timeless and sorely needed during these days of national crisis.  There should be no mistake about this being a moment of crisis or blindness about its cause, or who specifically is responsible.

The three greatest American presidents — Washington, Lincoln and Franklin Roosevelt — collectively created America, saved the Union, ended slavery, and saved the world from tyranny. Each man’s greatest achievements and service were fueled by their exceptional character and dedication to virtue.

Washington was a man of exceptional humility, who repeatedly walked away from power to set in motion a new epoch of history. He was an example of the restraint necessary to sustain a republic. His actions awed the world, as well as the people of our young nation. When he passed he was eulogized as first in war, first in peace and first in the hearts of his countrymen. 

Lincoln demonstrated iron strength, indomitability, fortitude and magnanimity. His second inaugural is the greatest speech in America’s secular canon. Its words are transcendent.

He makes clear that the cause of war was the moral catastrophe of slavery. His determination is absolute.

Fondly do we hope ~ fervently do we pray ~ that this mighty scourge of war may speedily pass away. Yet, if God wills that it continue until all the wealth piled by the bondsman’s two hundred and fifty years of unrequited toil shall be sunk and until every drop of blood drawn with the lash shall be paid by another drawn with the sword as was said three thousand years ago so still it must be said ‘the judgments of the Lord are true and righteous altogether.’

So is his grace and magnanimity:

With malice toward none with charity for all with firmness in the right as God gives us to see the right let us strive on to finish the work we are in to bind up the nation’s wounds, to care for him who shall have borne the battle and for his widow and his orphan ~ to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and lasting peace among ourselves and with all nations.

Franklin Roosevelt had the gift of faith, and because of it, he possessed a bottomless wellspring of optimism. Because of it, he was fearless — and made his nation so. His last inaugural address was the shortest in history. It stood at 544 words, but remains remarkable nonetheless as a declaration of moral purpose around a national purpose. FDR was a man without doubt by the end. His faith was in us, and it was not misplaced then or now. Here is what he said:

Mr. Chief Justice, Mr. Vice President, my friends, you will understand and, I believe, agree with my wish that the form of this inauguration be simple and its words brief.

We Americans of today, together with our allies, are passing through a period of supreme test. It is a test of our courage–of our resolve–of our wisdom–our essential democracy.

If we meet that test–successfully and honorably–we shall perform a service of historic importance which men and women and children will honor throughout all time.

As I stand here today, having taken the solemn oath of office in the presence of my fellow countrymen–in the presence of our God– I know that it is America’s purpose that we shall not fail.

In the days and in the years that are to come we shall work for a just and honorable peace, a durable peace, as today we work and fight for total victory in war.

We can and we will achieve such a peace.

We shall strive for perfection. We shall not achieve it immediately–but we still shall strive. We may make mistakes–but they must never be mistakes which result from faintness of heart or abandonment of moral principle.

I remember that my old schoolmaster, Dr. Peabody, said, in days that seemed to us then to be secure and untroubled: “Things in life will not always run smoothly. Sometimes we will be rising toward the heights–then all will seem to reverse itself and start downward. The great fact to remember is that the trend of civilization itself is forever upward; that a line drawn through the middle of the peaks and the valleys of the centuries always has an upward trend.”

Our Constitution of 1787 was not a perfect instrument; it is not perfect yet. But it provided a firm base upon which all manner of men, of all races and colors and creeds, could build our solid structure of democracy.

And so today, in this year of war, 1945, we have learned lessons– at a fearful cost–and we shall profit by them.

We have learned that we cannot live alone, at peace; that our own well-being is dependent on the well-being of other nations far away. We have learned that we must live as men, not as ostriches, nor as dogs in the manger.

We have learned to be citizens of the world, members of the human community.

We have learned the simple truth, as Emerson said, that “The only way to have a friend is to be one.” We can gain no lasting peace if we approach it with suspicion and mistrust or with fear.

We can gain it only if we proceed with the understanding, the confidence, and the courage which flow from conviction.

The Almighty God has blessed our land in many ways. He has given our people stout hearts and strong arms with which to strike mighty blows for freedom and truth. He has given to our country a faith which has become the hope of all peoples in an anguished world.

So we pray to Him now for the vision to see our way clearly–to see the way that leads to a better life for ourselves and for all our fellow men–to the achievement of His will to peace on earth.

Eighty-two days later he was dead.

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Harry Truman had been vice president for just 82 days when he was received by Eleanor Roosevelt in her study in the White House on April 12, 1945. He had been playing poker in Speaker Sam Rayburn’s hideaway when a call came summoning him back to the White House.

Harry, the president is dead.

Truman responded:

Is there anything I can do for you?

Eleanor Roosevelt, a giant of the 20th century, replied:

No, Mr. President. Is there anything I can do for you? You are the one in trouble now.

Truman, a decorated combat veteran of the First World War, recalled his emotions this way, telling reporters the following day:

I felt like the moon, the stars and all the planets had fallen on me.

Why did he feel that way? What burden was thrust upon him?

It was the burden imposed by the most solemn oath that exists in American public life. Thirty-five words long, it is specifically proscribed in the US Constitution, and was taken for the first time on March 4, 1789, by George Washington. When Truman raised his hand, he was the 32nd person in American history to swear it. When he did, he became president of the United States of America. His styling was simple and unadorned. “Mr. President” is what we call the person who swears that oath. Here it is:

I do solemnly swear to faithfully execute the office of President of the United States and to the best of my ability preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States.

When it is sworn, executive power is either renewed or transferred. For 223 years, including through civil war, world war, assassination, economic depression and presidential resignation, it was peacefully transferred.

The first time it was peacefully transferred occurred in 1797. John Adams was fully aware that the unprecedented event was regarded with amazement. He recognized the significance of the moment and spoke about the “great uncertainty” that had followed the revolution and the establishment of the republic. The achievement was fresh, new, extraordinary and filled with promise and peril. This is how Adams described the achievement that would utterly transform world history and human civilization:

But this is very certain, that to a benevolent human mind there can be no spectacle presented by any nation more pleasing, more noble, majestic, or august, than an assembly like that which has so often been seen in this and the other Chamber of Congress, of a Government in which the Executive authority, as well as that of all the branches of the Legislature, are exercised by citizens selected at regular periods by their neighbors to make and execute laws for the general good. Can anything essential, anything more than mere ornament and decoration, be added to this by robes and diamonds? Can authority be more amiable and respectable when it descends from accidents or institutions established in remote antiquity than when it springs fresh from the hearts and judgments of an honest and enlightened people? For it is the people only that are represented. It is their power and majesty that is reflected, and only for their good, in every legitimate government, under whatever form it may appear. The existence of such a government as ours for any length of time is a full proof of a general dissemination of knowledge and virtue throughout the whole body of the people. And what object or consideration more pleasing than this can be presented to the human mind? If national pride is ever justifiable or excusable it is when it springs, not from power or riches, grandeur or glory, but from conviction of national innocence, information, and benevolence. 

In the midst of these pleasing ideas we should be unfaithful to ourselves if we should ever lose sight of the danger to our liberties if anything partial or extraneous should infect the purity of our free, fair, virtuous, and independent elections. If an election is to be determined by a majority of a single vote, and that can be procured by a party through artifice or corruption, the Government may be the choice of a party for its own ends, not of the nation for the national good. If that solitary suffrage can be obtained by foreign nations by flattery or menaces, by fraud or violence, by terror, intrigue, or venality, the Government may not be the choice of the American people, but of foreign nations. It may be foreign nations who govern us, and not we, the people, who govern ourselves; and candid men will acknowledge that in such cases choice would have little advantage to boast of over lot or chance.

The peaceful transfer of power is at the core of the American system of government and way of life. Its endurance was mistakenly interpreted by most of the country as permanence. It is not an inherited right. It marks renewal and recommitment to the core of the American revolution and the ideals that animate America. When power is transferred in America, it is a powerful and profound moment.

It is important to understand the desecration and chaos Trump and his mob have wrought with their attack against America. They have normalized conspiracy. They have made the truth and lie equal in a public square contaminated by the toxic sewage of division, propaganda and misinformation. They have assaulted the essence of America through a conspiracy to seize power that was bestowed by the American people on Joe Biden. The treachery is historic, unprecedented and ongoing. The days ahead will test America’s spirit, resolve and democracy.

Below are the moments when power was transferred. Listen to select words of the inaugural speeches of America’s Democratic and Republican presidents. Do you see the continuity and the majesty of what Trump and his filthy accomplices desecrated?

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Dwight Eisenhower, 1953

John F. Kennedy, 1963

Jimmy Carter, 1976

Ronald Reagan, 1980

Bill Clinton, 2000

08/18/23 Biking & Listening

Biking is something else I both love and hate. It takes a lot of effort but does provide good exercise and most days over an hour to listen to a good book or podcast. I especially like having ridden.

Here’s my bike, a Rockhopper by Specialized. I purchased it November 2021 from Venture Out in Guntersville; Mike is top notch! So is the bike, and the ‘old’ man seat I salvaged from an old Walmart bike.

Here’s a link to today’s bike ride.


Something to consider if you’re not already cycling.

I encourage you to start riding a bike, no matter your age. Check out these groups:

Cycling for those aged 70+(opens in a new tab)

Solitary Cycling(opens in a new tab)

Remember,

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Here’s a few photos from along my pistol route:

“My overdosing on religion was becoming a serious problem”

Here’s the link to this article.

By David Madison at 8/11/2023

It’s a problem for the world as well

When Christopher Hitchens died in December 2011, a volcano of Christian hate erupted. Devout folks who’d never heard of him suddenly found out that he’d written a book (2009) titled, God Is Not Great: How Religion Poisons EverythingThey spewed rage and invective on social media, savoring the idea that Hitchens was suffering—and would suffer forever—in the fires of hell. “Love your enemy” (Jesus-script, Matthew 5:44) has probably rarely been so widely ignored. Ironically, their fury probably drove sales of the book—which even now, fourteen years later, has a high Amazon sales ranking. 

It is my suspicion that most of these outraged folks are also unaware of the extensive role religion has played in poisoning the human experience. The gospel of John fueled anti-Semitism, no doubt inspiring Martin Luther’s murderous rage against the Jews, which in turn helped provide the Nazi rationale for the Holocaust. The Crusades were religion-motivated wars. Slavery was easily championed by good Christians who took their Bibles seriously. Our democracy is in jeopardy because obsessive-compulsive believers want to impose their understanding of god on everyone. The evidence of religious poison is on the news every day.

And notice this as well. Just as “love your enemy” was ignored, religious fervor stoked rage, at the same time that it has suppressed curiosityWhat percentage of those enraged believers paused to consider what Hitchens meant by those two claims in his title?

God Is Not Great and 

How Religion Poisons Everything 

Yes, the poison has manifested in such major killing events as the crusades and slavery, but the poison infects individual human minds, stimulating rage, blunting curiosity. Not too long ago, a devout Catholic woman told me that the priests and nuns had told them not to think about what they learned in catechism. Protestants can claim no superiority in this regard. Churches do not thrive on curiosity and skepticism. 

When parents are fully committed to this close-minded approach to religion, the poison is sometimes administered full strength. I recently came across an article, written in 2016 by Josiah Hesse, titled Apocalyptic Upbringing: How I Recovered from My Terrifying Evangelical Childhood.

He opens with an account of his retreat to the basement—he was ten years old—during a terrifying storm. Awareness of his sin was uppermost in his mind: “My parents were home late and my first thought was that they’d been raptured up to heaven. I was a sinner who had been left behind to face the Earth’s destruction.” 

“Thunder boomed as I opened my Bible to the Book of Revelation, a passage I knew well after years spent on my dad’s knee as he read it aloud to his kids…I would have to hide from the antichrist, who would force all those left on Earth to renounce Christ and receive the mark of the beast on their right hand or forehead. Anyone found with the beast’s mark after death would be thrown into the lake of fire.”

Is there any better example of religious poison? Richard Carrier has described the book of Revelation as “a veritable acid trip, an extended hallucination of the bizarrest kind, an example of the kind of thing going on all the time in the early churches…” (p. 136, On the Historicity of Jesus: Why We Might Have Reason for Doubt). There is such a feast of bad theology in the Bible, with the book of Revelation ranking pretty high in that category. It’s no surprise that some denominations choose to focus on these sick texts. Nor is it a surprise that parents who have been groomed to teach such religion to their children are actually guilty of abuse. 

I was raised by a very devout mother who, even so, had a high quotient of common sense. Thus I never suffered the way Josiah Hesse did:

“…my childhood was filled with more biblical prophecy than Sesame Street good times. The urgency of avoiding hell surpassed any trivial education the world had to offer. After all, if you’re staring down the barrel of eternal torment, who has the time for algebra?

“Salvation was attached to belief, and in order to protect my belief I had to censor my thoughts. The book of Mark says that ‘whoever blasphemes against the Holy Spirit never has forgiveness, but is guilty of an eternal sin.’ So I was careful to never even think a thought that could be considered blasphemous. This was profoundly exhausting; and while I was mostly successful at repressing my intellectual curiosity during the day, once sleep came I lost all security clearance to my own mind.

“My dreams were terrorized by a wide-eyed witch who worked for the devil.”

Hesse was born in 1982, so he was a teenager as the year 2,000 drew near. 

“As 2000 approached, my panic attacks grew more severe. I pondered the nature of eternity nearly every minute of the day. Whether torture or paradise, the concept itself filled me with existential dread. Eternity. As in, forever. And ever. And then more. And more. I just couldn’t wrap my head around it.” 

From his adult perspective now—yes, there’s a mostly happy ending—he saw that “…my overdosing on religion was becoming a serious problem.”

Eventually curiosity kicked in, at least at the level of trying to find outside verification for the Bible. He even read works by “those who despised Christianity’—and this included Christopher Hitchens, whose severe critique of religion is hard to refute. So Hesse was one of those Christians who gave curiosity as much space as rage. And he finally snapped out of it:

“Then one evening in San Francisco in 2006, while watching the sun set over the Pacific Ocean, I quietly said to myself: ‘I don’t think God exists.’ My breath stopped. Cold sweat raced down my back. I winced, half expecting to have a heart attack. Or a giant beast to rise from the water. But nothing happened. The world kept turning…My entire life I’d been holding my breath, anticipating a scene of mind-shattering horror that simply never arrived.”

Looking back, Hesse is generous in his assessment of his parents. “…little of the blame belongs on my parents’ shoulders. They were young, idealistic Christians when they had me, and like so many religious parents, only had the best of intentions of rearing me in their faith.” And had little understanding of how much damage can be caused by religious fervor. “I asked my dad if he’d known about the intense anxiety I’d suffered throughout my childhood. ‘I knew you were afraid. You were such a scared little boy. I didn’t know what to do.’”

Not knowing what to do can be expected when the devout are discouraged from thinking about what they’ve been taught by clergy and parents. They are sheltered from the wide world of ideas and knowledge outside the narrow religious mindset (they could learn, for example, that the book of Revelation shouldn’t be taught to children). Sometimes the abused kids descend into fear—as Josiah Hesse describes his situation. But in other cases, the result is rage, radicalization, and terrorism. Christopher Hitchens, referring to the 9/11 attacks, notes: 

“The nineteen suicide murderers of New York and Washington and Pennsylvania were beyond any doubt the most sincere believers on those planes. Perhaps we can hear a little less about how ‘people of faith’ possess moral advantages that others can only envy” (p. 32, God Is Not Great). 

Nor do the people of faith possess advantages in the realm of ideas, in their understanding of how the world works. They usually are bound to ancient superstitions—and Christianity is quite a bundle of them. But this is the case for religions in general, as Hitchens states so persuasively:

“How much effort it takes to affirm the incredible! The Azteks had to tear open a human chest cavity every day just to make sure that the sun would rise. Monotheists are supposed to pester their deity more times than that, perhaps, lest he be deaf. How much vanity must be concealed—not too effectively at that—in order to pretend that one is the personal object of a divine plan? …How many needless assumptions must be made, how much contortion is required, to receive every new insight of science and manipulate it so as to ‘fit’ with the revealed words of ancient man-made deities?”  (p. 7, God Is Not Great)

Billions of humans still overdose on religion, and thus remain unaware of what science has discovered about the world, and how the cosmos works. These discoveries provide far more awe and wonder than ancient superstitions and magical thinking ever could. But the awe and wonder delivered by science can be too scary, and prompts many to cling to religious fantasies construed as reality. “Our place in the cosmos,” Hitchens notes, “is so unimaginably small that we cannot,

with our miserly endowment of cranial matter, contemplate it for long at all” (p. 91, God Is Not Great).  

Earlier I noted that, for Josiah Hesse, it was mostly a happy ending. By which I mean that he did manage to put god-belief behind him. But, as of 2016 when he wrote the article, he was still plagued by horrible nightmares. However, he has made his way as a journalist and writer. This is his website, and a link to a recent podcast interview. 

He has moved beyond overdosing on religion—and is a much better, happier person because he managed to do it. He can still be haunted by the frightful apocalyptic imagery of his youth:

“Then I take a deep breath, reminding the frightened child inside me that he is safe, that the world may be full of uncertainty and pain and confusion, but we are here, now, and there are no locusts with the heads of lions likely to come out of the Earth any time soon.”

David Madison was a pastor in the Methodist Church for nine years, and has a PhD in Biblical Studies from Boston University. He is the author of two books, Ten ToughProblems in Christian Thought and Belief: a Minister-Turned-Atheist Shows Why You Should Ditch the Faith, now being reissued in several volumes, the first of which is Guessing About God (2023) and Ten Things Christians Wish Jesus Hadn’t Taught: And Other Reasons to Question His Words (2021). The Spanish translation of this book is also now available. 

His YouTube channel is here. At the invitation of John Loftus, he has written for the Debunking Christianity Blog since 2016.

The Cure-for-Christianity Library©, now with more than 500 titles, is here. A brief video explanation of the Library is here

The Boaz Stranger–Chapter 31

After breakfast, Lillian took a shower, and I called Sophia who was elated to hear from me. She vowed she’d turned the heat down last Tuesday after cleaning the house. It took at least five minutes for her to conclude she understood exactly where Rachel’s diaries were located, how many there were, and the exact mailing service I wanted her to use. I could tell she was a little frustrated with her English skills, but mostly her concerns were overdoing exactly what I wanted. She agreed she’d do this just as soon as school was out. Her elation returned when I promised to add an extra hundred dollars (plus shipping cost) to this week’s pay.

In the same two seconds, I said goodbye and received a call from “Unknown.” If it had been an 800 number, I wouldn’t have answered. Sometimes I wasn’t logical. “Hello.”

“Mr. Harding?”

“Yes.”

“This is Avery Proctor. We met yesterday.”

“I remember.” It was DA Garrison’s chief investigator. “What can I do for you?”

“The DA wanted me to call and ask a favor.”

“Okay. I’ll try.”

“Do you think you could take a photo of Ray Archer’s tag? The stills you brought don’t fully disclose the tag number. He parked the Vet at a weird angle.”

“You’re referring to the red corvette?” I could hear others talking in the background.

“That’s right. Pam is an absolute stickler for details. But she wanted to stress you shouldn’t take any risk.” My first thought was to decline. I assumed Ray parked his Corvette at the Lodge, inside the garage. I quickly concluded, based on all that Ray now knew, it could be dangerous going to his home. “If she wasn’t so crunched for time, she wouldn’t ask, but our entire team has a conflict: me, Mark at the Sheriff’s office, your investigator, even Joe and his assistant.”

“Well, I can try. Maybe I’ll get lucky. By the way, what’s my deadline?”

“I’m sure Pam prefers you not to look at it that way, like it’s imperative. However, her plan is for ADA Vincent to be at the Magistrate’s office ready to apply for warrants no later than 3:00 PM today. Again, don’t put yourself in a confrontation position.”

Investigator Proctor said it would be okay to send him a digital copy and not to worry about having the photos developed. He gave me his email address and again strongly advised me to, “think before you shoot.” Neither the joke nor laughter created an apple pie and football image.

He ended the call just as Lillian descended the stairs dressed in tight jeans and a baggy, crimson-colored sweatshirt. I shared DA Garrison’s requested favor and received a puzzled look, scrunched forehead, and squinted eyes.

Lillian’s response surprised me. “Good news. We can go to the Lodge after we leave Ray’s office.” She removed a scrunchie from her jeans and returned to the kitchen table. There was something mesmerizing about watching her pull back her silky brown hair.

“Maybe the corvette will be at his office.”

“No way. It’ll be at the Lodge. He always drives the Suburban to work.” Lillian scanned her iPhone for a long minute. “He’s at the office or will be shortly.”

“How do you know?”

“Facebook. Anna. Ray’s secretary. She’s like a fountain, always spewing subtle clues. Today’s post, ‘Workday,’ along with a GIF of a man operating a jackhammer, means she’ll be busy and not play Solitaire or surf the web like she loves to do.”

“Whatever. Grab your camera while I take a quick shower. Let’s get this done.” Maybe I was taking this too seriously. Lillian had half-a-century with the son-of-a-bitch.

“I see you’re worried, so I’ll verify.” Lillian shushed me toward my bedroom and finger-tapped her iPhone. Halfway down the hall, I heard her tell somebody she was coming by and to make sure her check was ready. I showered and changed without finding an answer to my nagging question: how would Ray respond to me spending so much time with his wife? I couldn’t wait until his arrest.

***

Lillian insisted we take the Aviator. There were several boxes of books she’d left in Ray’s garage. She insisted I drive. “You drop me off in front of Ray’s office and circle the block. I’ll be outside before you complete one loop.” I’d seen his building when Kent and I tried to visit Jackie Fraiser on Thanksgiving.

Turning onto Mcville Road, I remembered the corner building had been a church when I was growing up. The post office was next door. The Sand Mountain Bank was beside it. “I’m such a lucky woman.” Lillian said, as I crawled through the stop sign at Beulah Road.

“Uh?”

“Few wives get paid when their husband screws another woman.” I didn’t know how to respond to the shocking statement. I glanced toward the Jane Seymour look-alike but didn’t tarry. “Micaden Tanner’s idea.”

I stared at the road and sped up, barely secreting an “uh-mm.” Lillian would fill in the blanks if she wanted to.

“He’s brilliant. We’re fortunate to have him on our team.” I couldn’t disagree with that assessment.

“I agree, Micaden is impressive.”

“If you didn’t know, Ray’s always been a philanderer. My opportunity came when he was on the verge of selling the pharmacy chain. He was in the spotlight, and I was ready to get out, at least to cause him some pain. Micaden suggested I demand a redo of our prenup. Long story short, Ray loved his reputation more than his money. He promised, in writing mind you, to pay me $50,000 every time he had an affair. That’s when I hired Connor Ford to keep tabs on my pussy-loving husband.”

“You paint a vivid picture.” And I thought I’d met some interesting characters in the thousands of cases I’d read over the years. Lillian was head of the line.

“Today’s check is $150,000. It should be 200K, but I gave him a twenty-five percent discount.” I cut my eyes her way and nodded. We rode the remaining few miles in welcomed silence.

Ray’s dark blue Suburban was on the street in front of his office. I stopped without pulling into a parking spot. “I’ll drive at normal speed. Be careful.” I still didn’t like the idea of Lillian confronting Ray, especially over money. Hopefully, it won’t be that big of a deal.

In less than three minutes, I returned. Lillian was waiting behind the Suburban. She hopped in, holding a number ten envelope in her hand. It was already open. “When Ray’s arrested, I’ll treat you to a steak, but we best go out of town.”

 I smiled. Sort of. “Any trouble?”

“No Ray in sight. Anna handed me the envelope and volunteered her boss was with Mayor King at City Hall.”

“Good. Ray may be near seventy but he’s still a powerful man.” I crossed Highway 168, remembering how he’d stabbed my forehead at the Hunt House with his long-pointed finger. I imagined he would have beaten me to a pulp if it hadn’t been for Ted King.

***

I’d never been to Skyhaven Drive. The mountainside subdivision was three miles south of Boaz. Charles Cooley, a high school classmate’s father, developed it in the early seventies. The Lodge set at the peak and provided an enviable view of Pleasant Valley below.

I took the right fork of the concrete driveway that led to a three-car attached garage along the north side of the rock and cypress house. All three doors were closed. There was another garage, this one detached, a hundred feet to the west and down a gently sloping yard.

“The corvette will be there.” Lillian said, cocking her thumb to her right toward the detached garage, with its two doors similarly closed. “Come on.”

I exited the Aviator and followed her across the yard. “Are they locked?” I said as she walked around the side of the building and disappeared.

I heard her say, “Wait.”

In less than a minute, I heard metal clanking and saw the right-side door opening. The corvette’s rear tag appeared. Lillian started snapping photos with her iPhone, including several random ones around the inside of the garage. She must have noticed my puzzled look. “No need for my fancy Nikon.”

“That’ll make it easier to email the photos to the DA.”

She lowered the door and disappeared again. When she walked around the corner, she motioned me to follow her up the hill to a sidewalk that led to the rear deck of the house. “I want my books.”

“I thought you said they were in the garage.” Lillian ignored me and started punching buttons on the security pad next to the back door.

“They are, but those three doors are locked. Plus, we need to grab my recorders.”

“Whoa, whoa. This isn’t a good idea. What if Ray shows up and we’re inside the house?” It was a dumb question. One I already knew the answer.

“It won’t take but a minute, now come on.” For some stupid reason, I ignored my best judgment, any judgment, and followed Lillian. She opened a set of bottom cabinet doors in the middle of the kitchen island before I could walk fully inside. She first knelt and felt around the underside of a stainless-steel sink, then transitioned into lying flat on her back and inching her head inside the cabinet. “Here it is. Whew, I thought he’d found it.”

“Hurry. Where’s the other one?” I knew Lillian said she’d hidden two devices. She held up her right hand for my help in standing. With her left, she tossed me the cell-phone sized device.

“It’s in the master.” The teenager acting woman was around the island, across a giant great room, and circling a spiral staircase when I heard a deep baritone horn.

“Shit.” I again followed Lillian and the direction of the outside blare. I peeped through the blinds next to the front door.

“It’s just the UPS guy.” I kept following my ears down an L-shaped hallway into an over-sized bedroom. Lillian was atop the bed on her knees, reaching behind a row of leather-wrapped biographies.

“Risky place to leave a bug.”

“Not really. Ray’s not a reader. These are all for show, whose I’m not sure.” I could see inside two connecting rooms. One was the master bathroom. The other looked like an office or study, given the large wooden desk and chair.

Lillian clutched the recorder and rolled to the other side of the king-size bed. “We need to do one more thing. Come on.” Oh my god, wonder woman trolling for trouble.

This time, I eased to a window and its opened wood blinds. All I could see was a circular drive and a forest of trees beyond. When I found Lillian, she was sitting at Ray’s desk prowling through the bottom right-hand drawer. “What are you doing? Let’s get your books and go.”

I scanned the room while Lillian ignored me. There were no windows, but two mounted deer heads cast a dark light from the wood-paneled walls. Although the photons weren’t real, my thoughts were. It takes a dark individual to kill other sentient beings and showcase them, even inside a private room.

“Okay, got it.” She slammed the drawer and grabbed my hand as she jogged past. “Come on. I thought you were in a hurry.” I obeyed.

We exited the master, made a U-turn around the spiraling staircase and jogged down another hallway lined with photographs, paintings, and plaques of the only person I hated. “Ego walls,” I noted.

The moment we entered the laundry room, we both froze at the sound of an automatic garage door. “Oh shit, it’s Ray.”

Lillian’s transformation was instant. She turned to me with a gapping mouth and hollow eyes, her face ghostlike. Shocked was the best description. “Okay, here’s the plan.” My quick decision reminded me of long-gone days in court: objections or follow-up questions rooted in seconds, not minutes. “I’ll go out the back door while you distract Ray.” I eased backwards and scanned the ego wall for the framed newspaper article, including a photograph of Ray and Lillian. “Here, tell him you’re sorry for not asking, but you wanted this picture.” I nodded affirmatively while retreating to the kitchen. “You can do this. Go now, I’ll be hiding in the Aviator.”

Lillian finally gave me a weak thumbs up and opened the door to the garage. I turned and hustled to the kitchen and outside to the rear deck, descending the steps two at a time. My ears were on alert as I raced the sidewalk to the north end of the house. Maybe I expected screaming or gunshots, but there were neither. Exhausted, I eased into a row of shrubbery at the corner. In this position, I could hear Ray’s loudmouth from inside the open garage but couldn’t understand his words. I turned the corner and hugged the wall towards Ray’s Suburban parked halfway inside the garage’s nearest stall.

“And what the fuck were you and that dumb ass Lee Harding doing at Ted’s cabin Friday night?” I peeked around the wall and saw Lillian standing at the bottom of the utility room stairs, holding the framed picture. There weren’t two feet separating her and Ray. He loved to intimidate. No doubt he was angry. Both hands were by his side, rapidly opening and closing like he was preparing to fight.

Wonder woman lost her cool. “I’ll answer if you tell me why the fuck you burned down the Hunt House.” Oh my gosh Lillian. What are you doing? I thought about sprinting around Ray’s Suburban and on to the Aviator. I leaned back against the outside wall, shook my head sideways, and stared into the beaming sun.

“Don’t you fucking accuse me of anything.” Fuck was a popular word. Then, I heard glass breaking. I peeked again. Ray had grabbed the framed article and slammed it against the stairs. He hurled the twisted remains against the rear wall and rammed his right index finger into Lillian’s forehead. Much harder than he had me outside the Hunt House. She fell backwards and awkwardly slid down the steps onto the garage floor.

I didn’t hesitate half a second. I ran as fast as I could toward Ray. He heard me coming and turned just as I did my own ramming. It was like hitting a stone wall, but my momentum caught him off guard just before he could brace. The two of us tumbled ten feet and crumbled to the floor before impacting the wall. My shoulder cried out in pain, reminding me it was nowhere near healed. Ray was fast to be so big. He was on his feet in no time. His right foot centered on my upper stomach while I used all fours to stand. If it hadn’t been for Lillian, the beast would have killed me.

Later, she told me the moment she saw me running towards Ray, she’d seen a set of golf clubs leaning against the wall beside the steps. She’d grabbed a six iron and shellacked Ray’s neck before he could kick me twice. She’d used her best baseball style swing.

We waited ten minutes to determine whether Ray would live or die. He lived but moaned and groaned a lot as he labored to reach a sitting position against the wall. “Don’t you ever lay a hand on Lillian, or I’ll blow your fucking head off.” My anger, boldness, and growing stupidity prompted Lillian to demand our withdrawal and exit.

During the drive to Kyla’s, I kept verbally kicking myself for allowing this to happen. I knew there could be multiple consequences, one being mine and Lillian’s arrest, another being Ray’s next murder.

“Thank you for coming to my rescue. I’ll never forget.” Lillian said as we turned right at Walgreen’s.

08/17/23 Biking & Listening

Biking is something else I both love and hate. It takes a lot of effort but does provide good exercise and most days over an hour to listen to a good book or podcast. I especially like having ridden.

Here’s my bike, a Rockhopper by Specialized. I purchased it November 2021 from Venture Out in Guntersville; Mike is top notch! So is the bike, and the ‘old’ man seat I salvaged from an old Walmart bike.

Here’s a link to today’s bike ride.


Something to consider if you’re not already cycling.

I encourage you to start riding a bike, no matter your age. Check out these groups:

Cycling for those aged 70+(opens in a new tab)

Solitary Cycling(opens in a new tab)

Remember,

Photo by Suzy Hazelwood on Pexels.com

Listened to


Here’s a few photos from along my pistol route:

Do you ever think about the Boomers?

Here’s the link to this article. A must read. Be sure and watch each video clip.

STEVE SCHMIDT

SSBN Fleet Ballistic Missile Submarine

Do you ever think about the Boomers? I don’t very often, but I suspect I do more than most — which is barely at all.  I wonder why the overwhelming majority of Americans never think about them and their potential. It’s almost as if they don’t exist at all. But of course they do.

Boomers, of course, are the nickname for America’s fleet of nuclear-powered ballistic missile submarines, which are the most powerful weapons of war in the history of human civilization. Here are their names:

USS Henry M. Jackson (SSBN 730), Bangor, WA

USS Alabama (SSBN 731), Bangor, WA

USS Alaska (SSBN 732), Kings Bay, GA

USS Nevada (SSBN 733), Bangor, WA

USS Tennessee (SSBN 734), Kings Bay, GA

USS Pennsylvania (SSBN 735), Bangor, WA

USS West Virginia (SSBN 736), Portsmouth, VA

USS Kentucky (SSBN 737), Bangor, WA

USS Maryland (SSBN 738), Kings Bay, GA

USS Nebraska (SSBN 739), Bangor, WA

USS Rhode Island (SSBN 740), Kings Bay, GA

USS Maine (SSBN 741), Bangor, WA

USS Wyoming (SSBN 742), Kings Bay, GA

USS Louisiana (SSBN 743), Bangor, WA

Aboard them are men and women from all 50 US states and territories. They are US Navy sailors, and are in the business of deterrence, which means they will be the first to know if Armageddon is at hand. After that, they will be the first to wonder what happens next.

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Let’s watch Commanding Officer John Gage of the USS Pennsylvania contemplate the end of human civilization and what it would be like aboard the ship that fired the missiles after the fact. Before watching though, are you at all interested in the personality type of the man who is wearing the silver oak leaves on his collar? What makes him tick? What is unique about his character, judgement and intellect that would interest the US Navy in turning over the keys to the most potent weapon that ever existed and the lives of those under his command?

Let’s watch:

Here is a remarkable scene from the fire control room aboard the ship. Notice the ages of the crew and the diversity. For those unfamiliar with naval rank, the Black man with two silver bars on his collar is in charge. He is a lieutenant. Look at the bridge of the ship and the faces. Right now, at this exact second, there is a crew of Americans in a ballistic missile submarine lurking, hidden, in each of the world’s oceans. They are training, preparing and readying. They are preparing to execute an order they simultaneously pray they will never receive. Let’s watch the captain explain the process by which he would launch nuclear weapons from his ship via ballistic missiles:

The commander in chief is the president of the United States. The crew will follow his orders and they will fire the missiles. The American people choose the person who can give that order. Why don’t we ever talk about that? Why aren’t politicians ever asked about it? It is real.

Let’s watch Martha Raddatz of ABC News talk to some of the women crew aboard the USS Maine. Listen to her describe the deadliest weapon in the world:

When you see the young Lieutenant Jg Erin Chandler handle the nuclear launch key what do you see?

What is it that a citizen owes her and her shipmates? How should we think about the young people who will hand the keys to the captain, who will launch the missiles that will annihilate civilization? Don’t we owe them wisdom and circumspection in our voting choice? Don’t we owe ourselves, our children and their descendants someone more stable, secure and trustworthy than Donald Trump?

Here is another question raised by the broad indifference Americans seem to have towards the country in which our descendants will live. When do we stop caring at all about what happens, and when? Is it after our grandkids? We don’t care what happens to their kids and their grandkids? Is it too far forward after that? Never let it be said that selfishness doesn’t kill in America.

Marjorie Taylor Greene thinks she might be vice president in the next Trump administration. She told The Atlanta Constitution-Journal about her ambitions, saying the following about potentially running for the Senate:

I haven’t made up my mind whether I will do that or not. I have a lot of things to think about. Am I going to be a part of President Trump’s Cabinet if he wins? Is it possible that I’ll be VP?

Now watch the captain talk about how the hidden submarine communicates with the commander in chief, receives its orders and prepares to fire. Lest there be any doubt around whether the order to fire would be disobeyed the captain will put your mind to rest. The missiles will be fired:

Donald Trump controls the Republican Party at an institutional level. Fully. He is unambiguously the boss. He is an accused felon facing nearly 100 criminal charges that include being at the center of the greatest criminal conspiracy in American history. He is running on a platform of retribution, revenge, threat and division. His intimations toward violence and chaos will inspire the results he hopes for.

We should all think about Boomers and the awesome responsibility of their crews and officers. We should think about their commander in chief. We live in an age of disgrace and unfitness that is both epic and conquerable. Moving past it requires zero tolerance for the extremism and cult of personality that has broken faith with American values in the name of Donald Trump. They have betrayed an idea for a person, and the surrender of a political party’s elected members to the whims of a despot has been as pathetic as it had been despicable. Whatever cowardice it represents, it will be viewed as unpardonable by history. The harsh judgement ahead will scorn the cowardice that allowed a fascist movement to plant, root and thrive on American soil in the first quarter of the twenty-first century.

America’s politics is covered as a game by much of the American media, which brings the same slimy touch to the endeavor of politics that wife beater and Trump fanboy Dana White brings to the UFC. It’s not a game. It’s life and death. This era must end. It is dangerous beyond any measure.

We should all think about our Boomers. We should think about the young men and women aboard them. They will survive the first wave. It is said that when the missiles launch, the survivors will envy the dead. In the end, there is only one American who is ever given the power and discretion to launch the weapons of extinction. That person is the president of the United States of America. What type of sick society would ever invest that power again in a man like Donald Trump.? What type of broken media would pretend the powers of the office don’t exist? What type of people are we?

In the end, we will know. America gets the chance to vote on its own euthanasia.