My Oh My.

Work Work Work Work Work.
I worked tonight. I'm not sure what's going on there. I don't think they want me to work there anymore. Whatever, i'm happy they haven't fired me yet, I need the money and I don't mind the job that much.
My parents watch the show 'Intervention' a lot. So I sat down to watch an episode today, because it was on and I was bored. Anyway, the episode is about some adopted guy who's addicted to heroin. Cameraman got footage of the junkie stabbing needles into his bruised and bleeding skin, up close. Nice. That's really what I wanted to see. Then of course, clips of the family crying, "I'm at the end of my rope, I don't know what to do anymore" type deal. That's good. But then it shows the junkie's father, and I learned what exactly was the cause of the junkie's addiction. The father said to the interventioner(or whatever the professional was called) : "You keep describing his addiction as a sickness, but I know that it is SIN. If he had gone to Church with us and read the Bible like we told him to, he would not be this way."

WRONG.
Wrong, Wrong, Wrong, Wrong.

I cannot think of a more ridiculous thing to say. I don't care what the priests and the bishops and the rest of the holy men say, religion cannot solve all of your problems. Sure, it can help you deal for a while, but it is only a placebo. How many times have you talked to God in your life?

HAS HE EVER TALKED BACK?