Ol Biker's a conservative in many ways. I never asked about his political views, but his religious views are strong. Before I became president of Sigma Tau Delta, I tried to tell him that not everyone is a Christian after he suggested we have a Nativity Scene at our booth for the Night of Lights. His reasoning was that Christmas was Christ-mass. I tried to tell him about the pagan origins of the holiday, but opted out. And it's not just the religion, it's also the use of cannabis. I can't remember a moment last year that when the stuff was brought up, he'd go off and call them dope-heads. It's quite interesting, really. I would have thought a biker like him would be a little loose on the subject.
This is probably why I take down my magazines when we arrive at his house. El Senor looks at me through dazed eyes and knows I'm up to no good. I grab the chips, Mountain Dew and my cannabis magazines out of the car. "I'm going to see if I can mess with him," I say.
But the object of the game is to see if Ol Biker will notice that El Senor's higher than a kite, or at least more than usual. After greetings and knowing what we're having, Ol turns to us and says, "Atheists don't exist." A born smart ass, I take one look at El and look back at Ol and say, "Nope, still see him. The car didn't drive itself." A sudden Fight Club reference hits me. What if El's just this mental projection of my alter ego. Which would probably explain why he did so little work during our administration.
"Atheists must acknowledge what they deny. How can you acknowledge what you're denying?"
I scratch my head with this one. The easiest answer is that god is just a word. A word with a meaning. Nothing more than a word. Atheists don't deny just the Christians god, but all gods. I look away and then back at Ol. "Did I ever tell you about pigeonholing God?"
"No," I say. A proud agnostic, I don't get much attention because of my beliefs, or the lack of one. We're the bisexuals of the religious world and like bisexuals, we're casted a side.
He gives the explanation. God had one son, so the Bible says so. But Ol believes that God sent many sons to many different cultures, which lines up that old Christians argument of one God. This, I respond, would explain why Christian thoughts match up to Buddhist thought.
"I got a joke for you," Ol says. "A man dies and goes to heaven. When he gets there he is greeted by St. Peter who says that this man's a special case. Because he had not denomination, he could go to any heaven he wanted to. 'There's more than one?' the man asked. 'Yes,' St. Peter said. St. Peter took the man down a large hall with several open doors. They stop at one and St. Peter says, 'This is the Catholic Heaven.' Within the Heaven there were several Catholics drinking and good times, playing bingo. They then go down the heaven where several people are speaking in tongues. They pass the Methodist heaven. The come to a door that's been shut closed where St. Peter instructs the man to walk silently by. St. Peter shows the man the Hindu heaven, the Muslim heaven, Jewish heaven, etc. After the tour had end, St. Peter asked the man which he would choose. 'Well,' the man said, 'they all seem well. But I have to ask on question. Why was that one door shut?' 'Oh,' St. Peter said. 'That's the Baptist heaven - they think they're the only ones here.'"
I nod. BBQ's finish and we all have two rib tacos. El's still burning over the salsa that has probably grown 10x in strength with the THC coursing through his system. I'm beginning to have a giggle fit. When El says he's enjoyed the food, I say, "I bet you did." All knowingly, he smiles.
I mentioned Adam, only calling him by the name Reverend. Ol asks if Adam would agree with his theory. I responded by nodding my head and El restates that with a yes. All the while, I think Ol wouldn't be so accepting of all of Adam's beliefs.
We leave Ol's house by 1:10am. It's the latest I've stayed out in a long time with someone other than Jyg. And the adventure that I needed for awhile. We talked about several things ranging from the girl who might've had a crush one me - this, by the way, El Senor even picked up on - to chauvinistic jokes, which I partook in; sorry ladies, I felt like being a jerk. Fuck, we even talked about bucking, or as they call it, rodeoing or something like that.
On the drive home, my would-be alter ego says, "You know, if Ol Biker ever found out that I was stoned, he would say he knew it all a long. I'm sure he didn't it."
This is probably why I take down my magazines when we arrive at his house. El Senor looks at me through dazed eyes and knows I'm up to no good. I grab the chips, Mountain Dew and my cannabis magazines out of the car. "I'm going to see if I can mess with him," I say.
But the object of the game is to see if Ol Biker will notice that El Senor's higher than a kite, or at least more than usual. After greetings and knowing what we're having, Ol turns to us and says, "Atheists don't exist." A born smart ass, I take one look at El and look back at Ol and say, "Nope, still see him. The car didn't drive itself." A sudden Fight Club reference hits me. What if El's just this mental projection of my alter ego. Which would probably explain why he did so little work during our administration.
"Atheists must acknowledge what they deny. How can you acknowledge what you're denying?"
I scratch my head with this one. The easiest answer is that god is just a word. A word with a meaning. Nothing more than a word. Atheists don't deny just the Christians god, but all gods. I look away and then back at Ol. "Did I ever tell you about pigeonholing God?"
"No," I say. A proud agnostic, I don't get much attention because of my beliefs, or the lack of one. We're the bisexuals of the religious world and like bisexuals, we're casted a side.
He gives the explanation. God had one son, so the Bible says so. But Ol believes that God sent many sons to many different cultures, which lines up that old Christians argument of one God. This, I respond, would explain why Christian thoughts match up to Buddhist thought.
"I got a joke for you," Ol says. "A man dies and goes to heaven. When he gets there he is greeted by St. Peter who says that this man's a special case. Because he had not denomination, he could go to any heaven he wanted to. 'There's more than one?' the man asked. 'Yes,' St. Peter said. St. Peter took the man down a large hall with several open doors. They stop at one and St. Peter says, 'This is the Catholic Heaven.' Within the Heaven there were several Catholics drinking and good times, playing bingo. They then go down the heaven where several people are speaking in tongues. They pass the Methodist heaven. The come to a door that's been shut closed where St. Peter instructs the man to walk silently by. St. Peter shows the man the Hindu heaven, the Muslim heaven, Jewish heaven, etc. After the tour had end, St. Peter asked the man which he would choose. 'Well,' the man said, 'they all seem well. But I have to ask on question. Why was that one door shut?' 'Oh,' St. Peter said. 'That's the Baptist heaven - they think they're the only ones here.'"
I nod. BBQ's finish and we all have two rib tacos. El's still burning over the salsa that has probably grown 10x in strength with the THC coursing through his system. I'm beginning to have a giggle fit. When El says he's enjoyed the food, I say, "I bet you did." All knowingly, he smiles.
I mentioned Adam, only calling him by the name Reverend. Ol asks if Adam would agree with his theory. I responded by nodding my head and El restates that with a yes. All the while, I think Ol wouldn't be so accepting of all of Adam's beliefs.
We leave Ol's house by 1:10am. It's the latest I've stayed out in a long time with someone other than Jyg. And the adventure that I needed for awhile. We talked about several things ranging from the girl who might've had a crush one me - this, by the way, El Senor even picked up on - to chauvinistic jokes, which I partook in; sorry ladies, I felt like being a jerk. Fuck, we even talked about bucking, or as they call it, rodeoing or something like that.
On the drive home, my would-be alter ego says, "You know, if Ol Biker ever found out that I was stoned, he would say he knew it all a long. I'm sure he didn't it."
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