The Smoking Christian- I Sobered Up For This?

No Smoking In Church

There is a good chance the last church you entered had a subtle No Smoking policy. There may be a good reason for that, as we’ve moved well past the days where Lucy and Ricky Ricardo smoked casually on camera, and where Dean Martin walked out on stage with a Marlboro.

The Last Stationsmall Clearly smokers are a very visible subset of folks who may feel on the fringe of the mainstream population. But you don’t need to smoke to feel left out.

We; that is, Peter (a smoker) and Michael (a non-smoker) felt that there might be some value in providing a place online where an intelligent discussion about the difficulties of life on Earth and matters of faith could be had, and where smoking is permitted (figuratively and literally).

So enjoyment of, and contributions to, Tales of the Smoking Christian can hopefully be shared equally by smokers and non-smokers; Christians and non-Christians.

Life is hard under the best of circumstances, as is plain in these pages. The big question is whether we can clutch with intellectual integrity the notion that there is a bigger reality to be experienced for all eternity. Or is the hope of a more appealing Hereafter a crutch for the masses. We have some ideas on that so stay tuned.

But in the meantime, although we’d never encourage anyone to start smoking, this is not a No Smoking zone. The welcome mat is out, as are the ashtrays.

So let’s see what we should talk about today…how about one of our favorite songs by The Doors:

Force Someone Else to Read This:

People Are Strange

People are strange, when you’re a stranger,
Faces look ugly, when you’re alone.
Women seem wicked, when you’re unwanted,
Streets are uneven when you’re down… The Doors

Moving Day

Force Someone Else to Read This:

Will I Ever Write Another Word?

I have to write something here about writing. Once upon a time I made quite a rousing amount of monetary encouragement as a writer of sorts. But now just about nobody does because modern technology has magically transformed every living creature, including some farm animals, into fantastic writers, amazing artists, the greatest musicians the world has ever known and, because the world was wanting for another trillion or so, we’ve got one trillion new surprisingly witty critics who live to leave scathing comments on at least 40 million websites, blogs, or what-have-you, before they go to sleep at night.

Now, just about anybody who once made a living creatively due to some ‘gift’ they couldn’t ignore has been run over by this bus filled with electro- narcissists who have in effect elbowed the highly trained and the truly talented towards a pauper’s grave. (Mozart, make room!)

Real musical geniuses have to give away their music now and hope for voluntary donations. Fine newspapers, magazines and television news programs have had to do away with almost every actual journalist and well-informed news and social commentator because we don’t need them anymore. We can get by much better with mind-wrenchingly dumb rumors and the hearsay of idiots. And they don’t cost anything because they live with their parents and don’t need more than the cost of a computer and super-speedy Internet access.

We are technologicating ourselves into something, which is fast making the Dark Ages seem glowing with insight by comparison. But we’ve got that technological edge I’ve heard so much about, so I’m happy about that. Death, despair, divorce, suicide, unanimous poverty with a technological edge. It’s kind of a dream come true.

I don’t want to write again. But I also don’t want to breathe that much anymore either. Sometimes instinct takes over and you find yourself still alive and sitting right here for no immediately apparent reason. Then, you start scribbling these little notes and blasting them off into Never Never Land.

Who cares? Nobody I know.

Force Someone Else to Read This:

Name: Peter Mooney

Location: Orange County, Southern California, USA.

Then: An advertising career that took me from Marketing, to Account Management, and then to the position of Co-President & Chief Creative Officer with the largest ad firm in America left me with a 25-year-long memory that could take equally as long to forget without assistance.

Today: Today, I am a full-time faith healer and doing very, very poorly at it. I also devote my energies, such as they are, to painting. You'll see samples here and there on this website; check out Mooney Arts for larger samples and to learn how I can live in your front hallway for all time.

Free Bonus Stuff From The Smoking Christian

Beginning in 2006 or thereabouts Peter was actually a rather prolific analyst of the human condition, with international headquarters based in his garage. He had dealt with numerous "risk factors" and reported often on what his mind had to say about it all. It resulted in many fascinating and rather inappropriate--not to mention quite hilarious--blog posts, the best of which were selected by others to be made into a book Tales of the Smoking Christian.

After a 2-year hiatus The Smoking Christian is back, but with only a small portion of his archival blog entries (don't ask why but the answer includes the letters ADD). That's a shame, because the older material serves as a fine introduction to the man, and having some background will make the ongoing blog posts much more meaningful. Oh, and some of it is pretty stinkin' funny.

Fortunately we did uncover a few gleaming artifacts from the former blog and want to send them to you as a "gift." Fill in your name and your email address below, and we'll send you what Peter could find for us in his freezer. You'll be glad you did.

Bonus: Some tasty free morsels from his secret book and other occasional goodies. (There is no obligation or cost.)

Name:

Email:

We respect your email privacy

Tales of The Smoking Christian

Pages

Helpful Links

Recent Rants

Categories

Housekeeping Stuff

No Smoking In Church

People Are Strange

Will I Ever Write Another Word?

Who Am I?