Borderline

"So, I have this blog, right? And I know nobody reads it. I mean, I've been doing this for years, and I've never had a single comment or like. But that's okay. I'm fine with it. In fact, I think it's kind of funny. I mean, think about it. I'm the only person who reads my blog. That means I'm my own audience. I'm the star of my own show. I'm like a one-man band, except I'm also the audience. And you know what? It's kind of liberating. I don't have to worry about what anyone else thinks. I can write whatever I want, and I don't have to worry about offending anyone. So, yeah, nobody reads my blog. But that's okay. I'm fine with it. In fact, I think it's kind of funny. I'm my own audience, and that's all I need."

We are living in a time of great danger. The liberal order is crumbling. The climate is changing. And the gap between the rich and the poor is widening. In this time of crisis, we need to find new ways to organize and resist.  We need to build a movement that is based on solidarity , not individualism.  We need to create a society that is based on compassion , not greed. We can do this. We have the power to change the world. But it will not be easy. It will require courage, sacrifice, and determination. We are up to the task. We are the generation that will save the world.  We are the generation that will build a better future. We will not give up. We will not surrender.  We will not back down. We will fight for what we believe in. We will fight for justice. We will fight for peace.  We will fight for a better world.

 So, they're saying that global warming is real, right? And that it's caused by humans burning fossil fuels. Well, I don't know about you, but I'm not too worried about it. After all, the planet has been through a lot worse than this. There was that time when the dinosaurs got wiped out. And that time when the ice age came and went. And that time when the oceans boiled away. And yet, here we are. Still alive. So I'm not too worried about global warming. I mean, sure, it might get a little warmer. But it's not like we're all going to melt or anything. We'll just have to adapt. We'll move to cooler places. We'll wear less clothes. We'll drink more water. We'll figure it out. In the meantime, I'm going to enjoy the warmer weather. I'm going to go swimming more often. I'm going to plant a garden. I'm going to take more walks in the park. I'm going to enjoy the little things. Because who knows? Maybe global warming is a goo

"So, there's this guy named Jesus, right? And he's the son of God. And he comes down to Earth to save us from our sins. And he does this by dying on the cross. And then he comes back to life. And now he's in heaven. And he's watching over us. And if we're good, we'll go to heaven when we die. And if we're bad, we'll go to hell. But here's the thing: I don't understand this. Why does God need a son? Why can't he just save us himself? And why does he need to die? Why can't he just wave his magic wand and make everything better? And then there's the whole heaven and hell thing. Why does God have to punish people who are bad? Why can't he just forgive them? And why does he have to send them to a place of eternal suffering? I don't know, man. It all seems kind of messed up to me. But hey, what do I know? I'm just a comedian. I'm not a theologian. But I will say this: I'm glad I'm not the one who has to figure t

Sister Justine sat in the quiet of her cell, her hands clasped in her lap. She had been a nun for over 4 years, but lately she had been struggling with her faith. She had always believed in God, but now she was starting to doubt. She thought about all the things she had seen and experienced in her time as a nun. She had seen people suffer and die, and she had seen the evil that humans were capable of. It was hard to believe that a loving God would allow such things to happen. She also thought about the hypocrisy of the Church. She had seen priests and nuns who were corrupt and immoral. It made her wonder if the Church was really a force for good in the world. Sister Justine sighed and closed her eyes. She didn't know what to believe anymore. She wanted to have faith, but she was struggling. She decided to pray for guidance. She opened her eyes and looked up at the crucifix on the wall. "God," she said, "I don't know what to believe. I'm struggling with my fai