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Today we celebrate a feast day in honor of Saint Anskar. He's sometimes regarded as the patron saint of Sweden.

Yesterday's Secular Humanist presentation was interesting. It seems as though if a terminally doomed patient wants to end it all voluntarily, he's got very few choices. Information about how to kill yourself reliably and painlessly is very sparse. And what if you can't administer it to yourself? It's illegal for anybody to help you. And what if you're mentally incompetent? Who's qualified to determine mental incompetence anyhow?

These are issues that religion can't address for two or possibly three reasons. First, religion is hamstrung by the up-front assumption that some sorta God can provide mystic revelation. Second, there's a tendency to search through your Holy Book (Bible, Koran, Rig Veda, or whatever) for answers. Third (in some denominations), there's a predetermined canonical doctrine that limits allowable answers.

But anyhow, today's the day that we've admitted that large destructive rodents don't make very good weather guessers, it's the last Sunday before we begin forty days and forty nights of gluttonous overindulgence in meaningless self-deprivation, and our choir sings at Middleham Chapel.

Oh by the way, all you former co-workers at Pax River (and probably lotsa other work sites round and about the world) your corporate network may permit you to access DiaryLand (but may be surreptitiously logging your access) but may block your entries into my guest book or comments file. Just a word to the wise, in case your corporate manglement considers my diary NSFW.

Happy Sunday!

OrneryPest