Happy Fucking Blasphemy Day
To be precise, it is International Blasphemy Rights Day (BRD). How did I not know of this earlier?
To be precise, it is International Blasphemy Rights Day (BRD). How did I not know of this earlier?
Today I want to honor a person whose words have immeasurably changed my life for the better. If he were alive, today would be his 72nd birthday.
I first learned of the Freethought Society via the Thomas Paine Memorial Association, whose cause I fully support. On inquiring about volunteer possibilities, I was invited to write up my own “journey story.” It has been published in the latest newsletter. I’m sharing my original text here for easier access.
A certain kerfuffle that’s been in the news has focused some attention on two words whose conflation has always perplexed me. It stems from a gripe I have about American English speakers.
Truth be told, I don’t just reread: I re-reread, re-re-reread, etc. certain books so often that others might consider me a little daft. But there’s method in my madness.
Every year, I steel myself for this day and its unwelcome celebratory wishes. This year, I have a place to rant about it.
Today’s homophone pair highlights an increasingly widespread misuse of the older word.