'Blessing' - WTF?

[Santa_Claus]

It's about self reinforcement and "normalising" the Woo by wrapping it up with polite.

[Robert_S]

almost definately.

Praise be and don't let the door hit you on the way out Jesus! Lord and saviour, just the once, but once was enough!

My God's dead, Sorry about yours

And if he comes back, we'll kill him again!

[laklak]

Around here everybody bless everybody all the time, I just ignore it. The cashier at the grocery store says "God Bless!" with that perky, children of the corn smile when I hand her my credit card. Really? God Bless? How about "Lak Bless!", since my fucking atheist money is paying her wages (which are evidently high enough to maintain a BMI of about 75). Religion and religiosity is so endemic here that I don't even notice it after a while. There are hand painted billboards all over the place saying things like "Heaven or Hell where will you spend ETERNITY?" and "God please send us someone to cure cancer. I did, you aborted them!" and shit like that. I'll post some pics some day, they're pretty funny.

[Aos Si]

Around here everybody bless everybody all the time, I just ignore it. The cashier at the grocery store says "God Bless!" with that perky, children of the corn smile when I hand her my credit card. Really? God Bless? How about "Lak Bless!", since my fucking atheist money is paying her wages (which are evidently high enough to maintain a BMI of about 75). Religion and religiosity is so endemic here that I don't even notice it after a while. There are hand painted billboards all over the place saying things like "Heaven or Hell where will you spend ETERNITY?" and "God please send us someone to cure cancer. I did, you aborted them!" and shit like that. I'll post some pics some day, they're pretty funny.

That would be weird, if anyone said that were I lived they'd get a funny look. The common or garden hello is more usual.

[Feck]

Around here everybody bless everybody all the time, I just ignore it. The cashier at the grocery store says "God Bless!" with that perky, children of the corn smile when I hand her my credit card. Really? God Bless? How about "Lak Bless!", since my fucking atheist money is paying her wages (which are evidently high enough to maintain a BMI of about 75). Religion and religiosity is so endemic here that I don't even notice it after a while. There are hand painted billboards all over the place saying things like "Heaven or Hell where will you spend ETERNITY?" and "God please send us someone to cure cancer. I did, you aborted them!" and shit like that. I'll post some pics some day, they're pretty funny.

Can I come visit , and can you get me a paint ball gun and some nitric acid ?

[egbert]

Around here, the archaic "Bless You" has been mostly replaced by the more modern "Have a nice day."
My nice day began with 3 a.m. insomnia that found me whiling away the time on the Web.
Needing a snack, I began munching on some packaged Indian snack, and bit down on a really hard deep fried chick pea, which broke a huge chunk from a lower back tooth. Soon, I had to keep it covered with my tongue to prevent it from aching, and by Sunup I couldn't even swallow some much needed coffee without letting it cool to room temperature.
8 a.m. found me pacing outside the dentist's office, until the receptionist unlocked the
door.
"Dr. Kong is out of town until Wednesday, and he's fully booked that day, but I'm sure he'll
be able to have a look at it."
This is Friday, and I bloody well know if I don't get this tooth fixed, the root s gonna get
infected, and I'm going to lose it. So, I go home and peruse the Yellow Pages, and find a
dentist who takes emergencies without an appointment. 9 a.m. finds me waiting in his office.
By 11 he begins work on me, and very competently fixes my tooth. I leave at noon, with my jaw partially frozen. But, the sun is shining, the birds are singing, it's a beautiful day
and I hop into my little red convertible for a top down country road drive to run an errand
to a computer shop in Scarborough. I need to make a left turn, but there's an oncoming
vehicle so I stop and wait for it to pass, when I hear the sound of a car sliding with the
brakes locked, and before I can even glance in the rear view mirror, WHAM - I'm now 100 feet up the road, flat on my back because the seat back has broken, my car is about a foot
shorter, and my glasses are missing, and I'm sort of dazed and confused.
When the police arrive it's, "No one hurt? Then we don't press charges."
WHAT! The careless bastard ruined my car, you're sworn to uphold the Highway Traffic Act, and you let the bastard off Scot free? What is he - a Lodge Brother?
Wait for the tow truck to arrive, then to the "accident reporting center" where the cop
taking the report has the most lizard like personality I've ever encountered. Just emanated chills.
Estimated my damage at $2,000 (It turned out to be $4,300).
Towed to a body shop recommended by the tow driver. Sure, the bastard was getting his cut under the table, but at least it was a dealership for my vehicle make.
Then, off to get a rental car to get home. By now, it's 6 in the evening, just in time for
summer weekend rush hour, so it's an hour of stop and go Freeway driving to get home.
By now, I need a drink - desperately, so I stop at the liquor store. Realizing I have no
mix at home, I pop into a small grocer's just up the street, and grab a bottle of pop.
Pay the cashier, she hands me my change, and says, "Have a nice day!"

I don't EVER, ever, ever, want ANOTHER NICE DAY. I've had mine, and it was enough.
I imagine being blessed is about the same.

[charlou]

there are far less nice days to be had, I'm sure

[NoGod]

It occurred to me last night how imbecilic and ridiculous the act of 'blessing' is. Even if you are a 'believer' wtf is it supposed to do!?

And how are you supposed to know if the blessing bore fruit?!

What a ridiculous ritual!

Well I said may the lord bless and keep his followers away from me. So far it worked

[Xamonas Chegwé]

Something I wrote a while back...

Have A Nice Day

“You have a nice day now”

I looked at the woman that had just sold me my newspaper and something inside of me gave. It wasn’t her words really. It wasn’t even the dull, empty, by-rote way that she’d just spoken the words. It was that, and the fact that I had probably heard them spoken at me a hundred times in the last 48 hours and each time precisely as flatly, as automatically, as insincerely. She just happened to be the back-breaking last straw for this particular camel.

“A nice day?” I said, “I don’t want a nice day!”

Her eyes widened and her pudgy little mouth opened in surprise, her lower lip quivering. You could almost see her brain trying to work out if I was dangerous, if I had a gun perhaps, you never can tell these days, can you?

“I want a remarkable day!” I continued, “I want a day where I wake at the beginning in joyful expectation and fall asleep at the end in perfect, dreamy bliss. I want a day full of birdsong and the scent of roses. I want a day where I miss all of the cracks in the pavement without even trying. I want a day without queues, a day where everyone moves aside as I walk down the street, a day where everyone is smiling. I want a day without witnessing any human being being hurtful to another. I want a day in which I fall in love, in which I wake knowing that I am going to fall perfectly, seamlessly, happy-ever-afterly in love with the person that I have been waiting for my entire life and that they will fall perfectly, seamlessly, happy-ever-afterly in love with me. I want the day to be filled with perfect, perfect moments; sunshine and deep blue skies, smiling children and dogs with wagging tails, ice cream and strawberries, music and poetry. I want the evening to be wild with music and dancing, to be heady with the fragrance of night-flowering jasmine, to be warm and yet not sticky and humid, to be a party for the entire world. I want the night to be full of love and hugs and kisses and couplings and endless I-love-yous. And what is more, I don’t just want this day for me, today. I want it for everyone, every day!
“I want a beautiful day! NOT a nice one. Is that clear?”

She just stood there, mouth agape, eyes staring and panicky. I looked around the small shop and a half dozen people suddenly looked aside, at their watches, at a magazine on the shelf, at a particularly interesting knick-knack on a shelf. All except for one, a pretty woman in her 30’s that had been browsing the rack of birthday cards was smiling at me, a glint of mischievousness in her bright, green eyes.

Suddenly bold, I asked her, “Would you care to have a coffee with me?”

Her smile broadened and she replied, “Yes, I’d love to.”

As we walked out, the relieved proprietor called after us, “You have a nice day now”

[tattuchu]

I do its something to do with some dead guy who died for our sins, they found him in a tomb stuck to the wall or something to do with cheese?

Something like that. apparently he is our king. Cheesus was his name or something like that.

It's meant to confer the light of the lord onto you, you will have a +1 protection bonus to me and all other creatures of evil for 1D10 turns or until mom says dinners ready.

[Geoff]

Something I wrote a while back...