If God ordered you to kill your child, would you do it?

Think he was on the juice for that 190 RBI season?

Thanks, Boss . . . when all else fails, "wait'll next year" . . .


(heeheeheeheeheeheehee . . . sorry, couldn't resist . . . )


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Along with Joe Dimaggio, Hack has a record that will not be broken any time soon (191 RBI)

191 random baby issue;
that's a lot of 'sleeping' around!

If god ordered you to kill your child by smacking them in the head with a baseball while teaching them the value of competitive sport, would you do it, or wait for a more sinister, old-testy sounding command? What if the ram never showed up? Were the butchers closed?

oops.

gulp; we've created a monster........

Hack Wilson had not only one of the greatest single seasons of all time (1930: 56 home runs, 191 rbi's, .356 ba, .723 (!) slugging pct.), but he was also one of baseball's greatest alcoholic all-stars (joining the likes of Pete Alexander, King Kelly, and Mickey Mantle). Legend has it that Cubs skipper Joe McCarthy, in an attempt to demonstrate the evils of alcohol to his players, dropped a worm into a bottle of gin. As the worm descended to the bottom of the bottle, curling up and dying, McCarthy asked if the players learned their lesson. Hack Wilson reportedly replied: "Yeah, if you drink booze you won't get worms!"

Oh, and getting back on topic, I don't think Wilson ever killed any of his kids. I can't, however, categorically state that he didn't hear voices.

G_d didn't stop Joshua because he was the appointed leader of Israel after Moshe passed on. He didn't stop Jephthah, but the bible doesn't explicitly say he killed his daughter, only that he gave her to G_d. In those days that typically meant keeping her a virgin her entire life.

G_d isn't going to stop anyone from killing anyone, or tell you to kill your kids, that is just ridiculous.

Anyone who says, "G_d told me to do it." is a complete nut job.

Bas-soo-ball, Cav, ain't not one a them competetive sports as it most frequently played out in 1950's America, when most people played it in a truly recreational fashion, and a pick-up games was available to nearly all ages. In Ohio and parts of Indiana, 12" softball is a community sport, and it is a professional competition sport in the Southeast, which every town loves, because they all grow up playing it. In Chicago and northern Illinois, 16" softball, no gloves is a summer weekend ritual (or once was). In those summer days when the sun beats down and nearly puts you into a waking coma, the pick-up game requires nearly every kid in the neighborhood. The fat kid can put on pads and a mask and catch--the better to block the plate. The big kid who can't throw can have first base. The little, adroit wise-ass can be put out at short. The lazy spacey one with natural skills can go in right field . . . and on an on . . .

The best natural second baseman i ever saw was a girl who had drop dead natural blond hair and perfectly smooth skin, with a killer smile. You'd watch a hard grounder nearly gut the short-stop, and you'd see her ten feet behind him, and you couldn't remember her gettin there. I'd put my foot on the bag and turn around, and i wouldn't see her throwing, i'd see a ball come straight at my chest, damned fast and right on top of me. She wasn't a slugger, so she'd put hard ground balls all over the infield when she came to the plate, eventually paralyzing an infield who didn't know which way to jump when she swung . . .

Bas-oo-ball bin berry berry good to many of us . . .

"If god ordered you to become an atheist, would you do it?"

Uh, no. G_d would never order you to not believe in him.

One is lead to wonder, from your statement, what the authority thereof might be. Have you and god discussed this lately?

truth
Craven, Good question. I would do that quicker than I would become a theist on his command.

That's not true, god told me to be an atheist.

That's a tough one. I suppose if I really believed in that God and that he was speaking directly to me, I should probably do what he says. But I don't know if I could. I wonder if he'd then send me to hell for refusing? hmm...
I just think it's an excuse. Always.
Do you, Terry, believe that God talks to people and asks them to slaughter their children?

truth
But seriously, Craven. I AM an atheistic quasi-Buddhist, secular humanist as an expression of God's will, IF we define God as the totality of Reality as it operates from moment to moment in this ever-changing Eternal present. And that would apply to theists as well, even to murderers, worms, and wind storms.

and rocks

If, there's an If there.

Baseball in a city north of Chicago, part of my sense of self.
Explains why I have been confused. I hit home runs in the afterschool and weekends play, for years (yes, they let us in the school grounds then). Always always struck out when the teacher (Sister Mel) announced that we were all going outside and would conduct math class tomorrow. She was the pitcher.

I suppose that is fraught with Freud.

Which brings up Angels in the Outfield, the movie and the tv series. Never saw the tv thing. A girl in my class was the star of the movie. (such is life in LA, or Santa Monica, as the case may be. I lived there before, and then after, living in Chicago area.)