What the Cow Fart is going on with the Amish Mafia?

The boys are back

The boys are back

So the big question has been: Is Amish Mafia coming back for Season 4?

Well, I have the answer for you! YES! YES! YES!

There is no stopping the Amish Mafia, Tom Corbett, move out of the way (no votes for you from this girl) cause they’re back in the buggy.

And my favorite star who loves to hate on me, will she be back? I’m going with no. Esther, the money-making machine, seems to have lost steam in the bid to be Queen to Levi’s King mafia status. In fact, I think the whole Levi and Esther match up was…wait for it…fake.

In reality, back on August 16th, Esther had on her Facebook a photo of her and Imir (aka: Mirkat) that stated he was her new husband. You know who Imir is, the one who beat the crap out of her last Halloween. After that beating, she didn’t need a mask.

Mirkat's Mug(shot)

Mirkat’s Mug(shot)

Later that day the post disappeared, but not after thousands had voiced their opinions. Believe me, the opinions ranged from congrats to WTF ARE YOU DOING? I asked around to my insiders but no one seemed to know what was going on, yet didn’t seem surprised that maybe she would marry the guy that used her for a punching bag. Stranger things have happened. For example, after being sentenced to prison and ordered not to have contact with Esther, Imir calls her over 400 times from prison. Dude, move on!!!

On September 6th, Esther came out of the woodwork (or maybe the barn or after a long soak and bundling, who knows…) and posted for the first time since July 5th. Her new profile picture is far from Amish, in fact, I’m thinking more along the lines of streetwalker.

Esther wears an Ace bandage

Esther wears an Ace bandage

So two months without a peep, that’s a LONG TIME after posting on Facebook everyday, listing her handmade goods and cookbooks for the masses to purchase. Now Esther has posted she’ll be refunding the money for people’s orders. Think about it people…Esther has two kids (one is now on her Facebook page) was filming Amish Mafia Season 3, was dating Mirkat, caring for her elderly parents and farming the land. When did she have time to make handmade quilts and dresses by the hundreds to fill these orders? Can’t you see a shyster even if they’re wearing a bonnet that looks like a bra?

Esther did have a comment that the post announcing her marriage to Imir was done by a hacker. Yeah, maybe. Or it could have been to stir up interest in the Esther that is no longer ever going to have the chance to run the Amish Mafia. So sorry Esther, your 15 minutes has passed. Now your fame is about causing a 3 car accident back in June because you weren’t paying attention while driving your vehicle. Shouldn’t you be sticking to horse and buggy? I bet that accident would have never occurred!

Now I wonder what my boy Levi is up to. I’m not sure which of the two dislikes me the most. They both block me so maybe it’s something they can be mutual about the hate. Will Levi be back? Does anyone care? I’m pretty ho-hum about Levi anymore. His personal life seems more interesting since I get messages that he’s a daddy now. If that’s true, how did the Amish Mafia miss that? Is there room for a crib in his “office”?

You know what I really want? I want Freeman to take over. When that boy spoke last season, I got chills. Seriously, I been saying he could take over without saying a word, but now that I know creepy man speaks, it’s in the bag! And who should be his sidekicks? No neck Mary and Mini Man Wayne. They would be unstoppable.

Freeman, the quiet man of Amish Mafia

   Freeman, the quiet man of Amish Mafia

Mary just wants to soak and bundle

Mary just wants to soak and bundle

Freeman who says Everclear is the shit

Freeman says Everclear is the shit

So this will be my last Amish Mafia post for a little while. On Thursday, the Mafia wants to have a word with me, but I promise I’ll be back with more info about our favorite Amish misfits. I’ll be on the show dishing the dirt!! And if I suddenly disappear, start looking for my body with cement shoes in the quarry near the area where they ditched John’s buggy.

Peace, love and Amish Mafia forever!

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We’re Approved


I haven’t written much lately. Since graduating college I’ve gotten divorced, moved out of my townhouse, filed an appeal for custody, started a new job, and went on my first vacation since 2008. In other words, I’ve been busy.

The divorce seemed anti-climatic. John sure as hell didn’t want to risk going to court so we reached an agreement, one that he whines about constantly. Just pay the debts and your alimony and shut up already. He seems to forget this was the divorce he originally wanted. Now his relationship with his current girlfriend seems shaky. I mean, I just hear things through the grapevine (NOT TESLA), and it ain’t all sunshine and rainbows shooting out of his ass when he farts.

I moved into Brian’s house that he already owned and we applied for a mortgage together. The bank had already begun foreclosure steps so we were taking a huge chance by giving up my townhouse and just crossing our fingers they would remortgage the house. I went on faith, faith in God and in Brian that things would work out, and they did. After the approval went through Brian said he had been worried because his lawyer told him they might not approve it because he hadn’t made payments in a year. (He and his ex had decided to buy a house from her parents so they let this one go.) I’m glad he kept that to himself since I have sleeping issues already. We refinished the hardwood floors before knowing if they were going to approve it but we’ve held off on putting up vinyl siding. Now that everything is good to go, we can’t wait to have new siding so our house isn’t the scary one on the street.

Custody court is September 8th and I am PUMPED! I can’t see any reason why Judge Platts wouldn’t agree that Tesla should spend a week with me and a week with her father. I am certain Tesla and I will be successful in getting her to be shared equally between her father and I. The longer and harder her father tries to keep majority custody, the more of a horses ass he appears.

I have a great new job at Maple Press as the plant manager’s administrative assistant. I’m really into the position because there are so many facets to the job. I do the everyday stuff like answering the phone and scheduling vacation for the 103 employees, but I also get to write letters to customers, check books for quality, create programs for inventory control and even learn how to run some of the machinery. Now that is diverse and I pride myself on being diverse. My boss is extremely happy with my past experience and my performance so far and stresses that he wants me to be happy with my position at Maple Press. He also told me not to feel as though I can’t advance within the company. Give me a few years, I’ll know this book printing business inside and out!

Brian’s parents took us on vacation to Top Sail, NC for a week. We had a great time swimming in the ocean and shell hunting. Tesla got a cool kite and had her first kite flying experience. The pool at the resort was top-notch and we spent lots of hours splashing and sunning ourselves. Matthew and Tesla bickered like brother and sister and Brian and I just rolled our eyes and tried to over-look the “he said, she said” statements.

The only downside to life these days is my mom has been really sick. After 6 months in the Pittsburgh hospital she finally was discharged but she’s been in and out of the Chambersburg hospital since. I saw her today. She’s home after 3 days in, but still has an infection in her blood. I pray for my mom all the time. Doesn’t seem right that she suffers so much when she’s been such a wonderful person and a great mother.

Brian and I are searching for a home church. We will be checking out one in York in two weeks that is more progressive. The LCBC (Lives Changed By Christ) church on North Hills Road came highly recommended so that will be our next “church shopping” experience following a Labor Day weekend get-away with close friends to their cabin.

So that’s the latest. Living life to the fullest with no regrets!

I’m taking notes in bed

I woke up in the middle of the night, slightly alarmed by the fact that aliens were trying to contact me while I waded through the Susquehanna River. I found the way they spoke to me in my head amazing and I was really pumped that they chose me to communicate with. I realized it was a dream since the metal plate in my head would actually prohibit alien communication through thought invasion, but as a dream, it was a winner.

Now it’s just a slight memory and I’m angry I didn’t have a notebook, recorder or even my phone by the bed to make a few notes because that dream was great and I could have used it as a springboard for writing material. I remember in my half awake, half asleep fog that it was note-worthy, sadly I drifted back off and didn’t write a single note and I can’t remember exactly how things went down in the dream. Why must dreams be so fleeting?

I swear, tonight, I will have a notebook/recorder/phone. I think just having my camera beside the bed and turning on the video recorder is the best idea. (Strictly to record my dream memories, let’s not go elsewhere with that.)

I start my new job Monday!!!

I was kidding about the metal plate,

Blue Crabs are Delicious, But We Ate None

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The students of York College of Pennsylvania enrolled in the summer Marine Biology 210 course traveled to Wallops Island in Virginia to the Chincoteague Bay Field Station to study marine life, particularly crab species, for three days. This was my last course to complete prior to receiving my bachelor’s degree.

We arrived shortly after noon at the field station on Friday May 30th and split into three groups. Each group had their own species of crab: fiddler crabs, ghost crabs, and blue crabs. I was part of a small group of four studying the blue crabs.

Fishing for and the processing of blue crabs is a huge industry for both Maryland and Virginia. My group was interested in whether there was a size difference in the crabs on Wallops Island, which is owned by the government and closed to the public, versus the crabs found at Assateague Island, an island that is visited by countless tourists yearly.

The blue crab is a scavenger, eating nearly anything it finds at the bottom of the Chesapeake Bay. We fished for the crabs on Wallops Island using chicken, shrimp, oysters, and gummy worms. The crabs ate all of it, though the chicken was the most popular bait. My group was not interested in what the crabs were eating, but the size of the crabs caught in the 25 minute time frame given.

On Wallops Island, a total of 12 crabs were caught off of a dock with half being male and half female. The average size of the Wallops crab was 3.75 inches in width. On Assateague Island, 22 crabs were caught using only chicken from the banks of a running stream. Of the crabs caught, 14 were females and 8 were males. The average size of these crabs was 4.68 inches.

Eat in one bite

Eat in one bite

What we learned was the crabs caught on a public island was larger than those caught on the private island disproving our hypothesis that the larger crabs would be found on Wallops because there were no humans fishing there. Possible theories I came up with to explain this were the human activity on Assateague contributed to their larger size because more food was made available to them through fishing and accidental or intentional feeding. The legal size to keep a blue crab is 5 inches. Based on the sizes of the crabs students caught at this time of year, the crabs should easily reach legal size at the height of fishing season in August.

People love to eat blue crabs and they are especially good with Old Bay Seasoning. Humans are probably the biggest threat to the blue crab population, but not because of fishing. As long as the guidelines and laws are followed for crab fishing, the crabs are able to replenish yearly. The real problem for the blue crab population is the excess of nutrients found in the Chesapeake Bay that is making it difficult for the blue crabs to survive in their own habitat.  There is too much animal and human waste, car exhaust and power plants that are contaminating the creeks and rivers that empty into bay and all that pollution is having a negative impact on the blue crab. The excess nutrients cause algae to grow which leads to poor water quality and low oxygen levels making the bay habitat unhealthy for the crabs.

All too small to keep

All too small to keep

There are easy steps humans can take to stop causing the blue crabs habitat to deteriorate. First would be to cut back on the use of lawn fertilizers. These fertilizers wash away with every rain and always wind up in the running streams and rivers that lead directly to the bay. Secondly, whenever possible, carpool, use public transportation, ride a bicycle, or walk. The less exhaust released into the air, the less that will eventually end up in the water supply and dump into the bay. Lastly, plant a tree or two. Trees absorb the carbon dioxide cars create while releasing oxygen back into the air. They also absorb pollutant gases in their leaves and bark keeping them from every making it into flowing water. Sadly, if something isn’t done to keep the water that flows into the bay clean, the blue crab population will continue to decrease yearly and there will be less and less to harvest for humans to eat.

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Finding a job


I’ve been told by many people, “you’re the total package that employers are looking for.”

Great, so why hasn’t one serious employer called to at least interview me? I am not exaggerating when I say I’ve applied or tested for easily 50 or more jobs and I realize that finding a “real job” where having a college degree is involved for the position and not one for say, greeting people as they enter Walmart or asking if they want fries with that takes a bit of time, BUT my summer work study position is down to six weeks left and I have yet to get one call or email for a job I can seriously consider.

Sure, I get tons of emails about sales position jobs and spam emails about companies that once you Google them you learn “2014 Quality Service Award” is just a bunch of BS. I have years of management and accounting experience, retail sales and I’m not too shaky with the English language, so come on already, someone give me a shot here!

It’s super frustrating to see all these help wanted ads, apply, and then wait. And wait. And wait some more. It won’t be too long and I’m going to have to start paying back that student loan soon.

Ready to work…call me maybe?


Colonial Philadelphia’s Christ Church

William Penn had this crazy idea to allow all denominations the freedom of worship and with that idea arose the magnificent Christ Church in 1695 located at corner of 2nd and Market Streets in historic downtown Philadelphia. This church, which includes the burial tomb of Benjamin Franklin, is full of history and beautiful inside and out. There are still services held at the church. For more information check their website. http://www.christchurchphila.org/

I enjoyed taking photos and was particularly fascinated by the tombstone in the floor of the church and Mr. Franklin (or is that Mr. Penn?) on his cell phone.


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A colonial cell phone?

A colonial cell phone?

Philadelphia is full of history. . . check it out but be prepared to pay for a parking garage or meters!


2014 Philadelphia Writers’ Conference Photos

The 2014 Philadelphia Writers’ Conference was informative and lots of fun for all the writing geeks. Here’s photos of presenters, members of the conference board and attendees having a great time.

The winner of the random writing prompt knighted James Knipp.

The winner of the random writing prompt knighted James Knipp.

Donna Cavanagh gives a workshop on humor writing. She is the owner of HumorOutcasts.com.

Donna Cavanagh gives a workshop on humor writing. She is the owner of HumorOutcasts.com.

Cecily Kellogg takes about the importance of social media for writers.

Cecily Kellogg talks about the importance of social media for writers.

Board members Don Lafferty and James Knipp keep busy at the registration table.

Board members Don Lafferty and James Knipp keep busy at the registration table.

Lu Ann Cahn Philly news journalist for Channel 10 was the keynote speaker. She made us laugh and cry with her speech!

Katherine Ramsland gave a workshop on muse writing…she also told us about her strange adventures with vampires and ghost hunters.

Lu Ann Cahn Philly news journalist for Channel 10 was the keynote speaker. She made us laugh and cry with her speech!

Lu Ann Cahn Philly news journalist for Channel 10 was the keynote speaker. She made us laugh and cry with her speech!

President of the Philadelphia Writers' Conference Board Eileen D'Angelo (right)

President of the Philadelphia Writers’ Conference Board Eileen D’Angelo (right)

Dinner was delicious

Dinner was delicious

The keynote speaker, Lu Ann, encouraged us to let out our inner child and blow bubbles at the dinner table.

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Graduating 25 years after high school


When I started York College of Pennsylvania four years ago, graduation in 2014 seemed like an eternity away. Now I feel like my four years at YCP flew by. I’ve had the most amazing experience going to college as an adult rather than right out of high school. I believe attending as an adult made me try much harder to achieve a high GPA and I truly believe my dedication to making high grades kept my mind off the fact that I was struggling to get through a long, ugly divorce process lasting six years. Now, to my delight, both have come to an end. I finished my last college course last week and the week before my divorce was finalized! Now I can focus on writing my story about life lived with a narcissist. This blog has followed the process of divorce, the book will be about what life was like. I’m not looking to villainize my ex or portray myself as a helpless victim. I will write this book so that others know the signs, and possibly, I can help one person realize the traits of a narcissist before they say “I do.”

The title of my future book I Used to Drive a Mercedes.

For now I drive a 1992 Honda Accord and celebrate having a wonderful man in my life and an earned degree.

The worst is over,



pregnant, but not

I’m trying not to be upset, with myself or God. I’ll be honest, it’s a challenge. I was so excited when I found out I was pregnant March 31st. It was impossible for me to keep it between Brian and I. I guess that’s where my optimism got the best of me. Generally speaking, I’m a realist. From the moment Brian asked me if I’d like to try to have a baby, I told him, “I’m 43! I don’t even know if I can GET pregnant.” But six weeks later, I was and I thought for sure God wanted this to happen for us. I’m not pointing the finger at God, I’d like to keep thinking he’s in my corner. It just hurts.

For the first time in my life I feel what true love is. Brian has touched my heart in a way I didn’t know was possible and it sometimes eats away at me that we have known each other since we were twelve yet never once even hinted to the other that there was some interest in more than friendship. My life went one direction–marriage and two sons–and his went another, Penn State. By luck of a newspaper article and the amazing reuniter of people, Facebook, Brian and I got back in touch after 25 long years. We didn’t plan to fall in love; it just came and smacked us both upside our heads. Every day I feel stronger about him and more certain that we probably should have been together for the past 25 years, but hey, that’s life. You gotta live it and apparently we did just that, lived it. Now we love it and for the first time since getting together, we are hurting.

The emotional pain of being pregnant and told the baby isn’t alive inside me is horrifying. I’ve been through this before. I was pregnant back in 2007 when I was still with John. The difference this time is I have a man who loves and supports me. When I finally miscarried in 2007, John blamed me and wanted to let me home with Tesla so he could go play softball. Yeah. Really. Today, I had to insist Brian go to work because I saw no reason for him to stay home if physically, I’m fine. My doctor’s office just called about fifteen minutes ago to tell me the ultrasound confirms a non-viable pregnancy. Maternal Fetal Medicine sent me to have the pregnancy levels checked in my blood. They didn’t come back yet, but I really don’t have any hope. I see no reason to cling to hope when everything points to a collapsing amniotic sac within my uterus. They baby was there, but it had no heartbeat. Now I just wait for the pain, cramps and bleeding to come.

I don’t consider myself lucky over the recent years. I’ve been through a lot since the split of John and I in 2008. I struggle every day with the fact that some idiot judge who was forced to retire gave custody of my child to her father based on the fact that he had our house. When you lie in court and get other people to lie for you, it’s not that hard to get what you want, especially when your wife can’t afford an attorney. I should be hateful toward him, but I’m not. I can’t say I like the man, but he is the father of Tesla and I’m not going to wish death on him or anything. I have more in my life with Brian in the past 6 months than John could have ever given me because what Brian gives me comes free. There is no way to buy love. The luck I do have brought Brian and I together. The bad luck that seems to haunt me daily will probably rear its ugly head Saturday. The worst day to lose this pregnancy would be when I’m getting ready to graduate college with honors after 4 long years of hard work. Yeah, I’m calling that one. Not trying to be negative, just realistic. Might as well hold off until the day I’ve been waiting four years to celebrate.

Yes, I’m sad, and yes, I’m angry, but I don’t have regrets, well, maybe just that I told everyone I was pregnant so early when I should have realized this old womb might not have all the cobwebs swept out and be able to bring Brian and I a cherub-faced baby that we so much would love to have. On a good note, the doctors say all my female particles work and that’s not the issue. The most difficult part will be telling Tesla and Matthew and that they won’t have a brother or sister in December. Telling my mom she won’t be a grandma again is going to really bite too. Mom was so blinking happy and I hate having to make her sad. We’re all going to be sad together, Brian and I, our families and our friends. Everyone has been so supportive and this is such a huge disappointment. I haven’t decided if we will try again. I don’t know if I can take this emotional pain over and over. It is much more painful than the actual physical part of losing a pregnancy. That part hasn’t even arrived yet…but the doctors tell me to be prepared. So I just wait.

I write this because it gives me relief. I don’t know if people can understand, but writing gets me through.

Thank you for reading,


The Problem of God: Absentee Father

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May 12, 2014

Bonnie Religious fathers day

The Problem of God: Absentee Father


God has many problems to work out trying to watch over the humans he created. People are not mindful of the Ten Commandments and often seem to break them purposely as if spitting in the face of God. Humans feel let down by God and disappointed in his ability to fulfill the role of a father figure. Many people have had no earthly father figure making it even more difficult to think of God as a father when he has no physical presence in their life. I find this to be a problem of God in that he has a responsibility, at minimum, to find a way to show humans that he is there for them in life and not like so many earthly fathers who have only contributed the sperm needed to create a child.

“I don’t believe in God, and how could anyone believe in him? If this is, as we are told, our heavenly father, then he seems a rather absent one. Why doesn’t he notice at all the piss poor state of the world? [He] can’t exist or he’s a poor excuse for a father.” –Jack (YahooAnswers np) Jack doesn’t pull any punches in asking his pointed question about God being our heavenly father yet is seemly absent in so many people’s lives. Jack is not just upset with God but also with himself. In his question I pulled from Yahoo Answers, Jack goes on to share that he has a daughter he only saw once, shortly after her birth, and never again thereafter. Jack acknowledges that he is an absent father himself and is unable to make the connection of God as a father in his own life. Jack, like many others, questions why God has allowed the world to “fall to ruin” if he is such a “caring father” to humankind.

“How can I call God “Father” when I do not know what a father is? I have tried so hard to understand my friends when they talk highly of their fathers. I am angry with him for leaving our family” (Balthazar 543). The writer of this statement is not alone in his thoughts. According to The Centre for Social Justice Report, lone parent families are increasing by more than 20,000 a year and have been steadily rising over the past 40 years. The report estimates there are more than 3 million children growing up predominantly with their mothers (Richardson np). The teachings of Jesus and from the Bible are that God is our heavenly father but how can a child ever relate to this concept if their earthly father is nowhere to be found? Even those who do have both parents present in the household may have difficulties with this concept, especially if they have never engaged in biblical study through a pastoral figure, church or Sunday school. Even with such guidance, understanding an unknown figure that cannot be seen or spoken to as a father would still be difficult. Is this the problem of humans or the problem of God?

If God’s goal is to have us accept him as our heavenly father than I would lean towards this being God’s problem. Certainly a difficult one as family’s fall apart daily making finding a solution or creating a solution is nearly impossible, even for God. People, even those that are the best Christians possible, fail miserably every day, yet God somehow expects parents to be role models for their children. A difficult task if a father is not present in the child’s life. In Gannett’s article, “The Parent. The Child-And God” he refers to the parent as a trustee. He then compares God to a parent as God watches every moment on the earth instructing the man and woman to “Hold him, keep him, tend him for me. He is my boy, she is my girl: tend them for me” (Gannett np). This article written in 1903 places the responsibility back on the parents to tend to their child and raise their child in a Godly manner. Unfortunately this dual parenting system has gone by the wayside. Gannett continues that God is fate to the child and God is not the absentee, but God is present, securing by the wonderful method of his parental love. I seriously have my doubts if the three million children who have an absent father look to God as his replacement.

In a YouTube video, the concept of God as an absent father is addressed. The men in the video discuss how the neglect of their father’s led them to pray to God for support and answers, but they felt they never received answers. “God never says, ‘Good job’ as my father figure. There was never a tangible person and having the Holy Spirit inside was not enough.” After living 28 years and receiving no feedback from God the one man said it lead to suspicion in his life and questioning if there really was a heavenly father. He asked, as many people do, “Why does God let tragic things happen and do nothing?” He found this unacceptable to believe and a real problem of God. He believes there is not external force that will come in and take responsibility for the tragedies in people’s lives. He now believes we must accept what happens and realize the tragedies are not necessarily comic. “We must do what we can to avoid these evil things and prevent them. You must trust in your heart because the answers are not in the [biblical] text.” After years of struggling with the neglect of his father and the difficulties in accepting God as his replacement father, he came to a decision. This man pushed the Bible away from himself and told God the Bible was not good enough to take the place of his absence (DeSkepticon np). He broke away from both his earthly neglectful father and the heavenly father that he never quite felt was present.

The video the two men made discussed their feelings towards God as a father figure. Years had been invested in giving God a chance to “step-up” and prove he is worthy of this title. It may be said that this is a twisted concept of how we are to accept God’s love. We are to not question how God works and instead have faith that how our life unfolds is his ultimate plan for us.  Psycho-spiritual analysis suggests that inadequate involvement of fathers can bring anger that impairs people’s understanding of how God can be “Our Father” (Balthazar 544) If this is indeed factual, than what is God doing about this problem?

Looking again at the article from 1903, it raises the importance of a “family alter” in the sanctuary home where the family bows their individual souls together at morning or at night. This is when the father and the mother and the two or three little ones live as one unit of blessedness, one household of love and has the feeling of family thankfulness and aspirations. The author states that this practice has fallen by the wayside in households placing the blame on the parents and removing the responsibility as a problem of God. He calls this the shame of the liberal faith for not lifting the souls in a household thanksgiving (Gannett np). Could this be the very downfall of a two parent family unit, the loss of giving thanks to God as a family within the household? Even if God is forced down the throat of a child daily, this will not necessarily guarantee a child will accept God as their heavenly father and be set on a course for eternal life. The lives of children and adults have changed so drastically since 1903 that the concept of a family, even one that attends a traditional church service on Sundays, also having a morning or evening gathering of thankfulness at home seems incredulous. I’m willing to bet nearly every household would state there just isn’t time in their schedule. The time once dedicated to worshipping God has been lost to careers, school, sports, television, the Internet or video games. Socializing in person or on the World Wide Web holds higher importance than praising God as a family unit and factor in the high number of single-parent homes and God is moved even lower to squeeze into the schedule. If more people are pushing the Bible away from themselves as DeSkepticon did, is there any hope for improvement for humankind through God as a heavenly father?

If human-beings are moving away from God, then Slavoj Žižek concept in his video is not that difficult to believe. While Jesus was hanging on the cross as recorded in the Bible in Matthew 27:43, at about the ninth hour into his hanging, he knows he has reached the end of his earthly life and cries out, “My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?” Žižek claims this is the point in which Jesus realizes there is no God. He also states “Of course we cannot know what God wants from us, because there is no God” (Žižek np). This is the personal opinion of Žižek, but could it be true? God has a problem, not just that of absent fathers or being an absentee father himself, but that people have lost in their faith in him. What needs to happen for faith to be restored in humankind now that so much has ebbed away over time? An old-fashioned revival or maybe an old-fashion, vengeful act of God to get our attention that has strayed so far since biblical times? Couldn’t God just solve all his problems by sending Jesus back to earth and making those who don’t believe realize just how wrong they were? It is not God’s problem if we don’t believe in him, but our own and personally, if I find out in the long run that the Bible was a book of fiction and God was just human’s way of trying to keep people inline (which obviously would be a FAIL) I don’t see there was any harm in my beliefs. If there is no harm to this belief while living, and in death I find it all to be true, then the rewards for my belief in a heavenly father will be too numerous to write and I will in fact have held the faith regardless of God giving me proof while on earth that he is indeed above, watching over us all.



Works Cited

Balthazar, Pierre M. “How Anger Toward Absentee Fathers May Make it Difficult to Call God     ‘Father’” Pastoral Psychology. (2007) 55:543-549 Web accessed. 1 May 2014.

DeSkepticon. “Is God an Absent Father?” Online video clip. YouTube. YouTube, 11 Mar. 2011. Web accessed. 7 May 2014.

Gannett, William C. “The Parent. The Child-And God.” Friends’ Intelligencer. (1853-1910) 24 Oct. 1903. Web accessed. 8 May 2014.

Richardson, Hannah. ‘A million children growing up without fathers.’ BBC.com. 9 June 2013. Web accessed. 9 May 2014.

YahooAnswers. Society & Culture>Religion & Spirituality. “Isn’t God an ‘absent father?’” Answers.yahoo.com. 2007. Web accessed. 1 May 2014.

Žižek,Slavo .The Pervert’s Guide to Ideology. Dir. Sophie Fiennes. Zeitgeist Films, 2013. Film.


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