A Bible Study by the only people truly qualified to study the bible — those who don't believe.

Notice how clean it looks. Know why? Photoshop!

I know I’ve been silent for the last two weeks.  My apologies.  I was working out of town at a coal gasification plant for the last several days. If any of you are wondering what a coal gasification plant really is I can enlighten you.  This is a massive facility that turns coal dug from the surrounding area into a vast array of toxic fumes, vapors and poisons that ooze through the country side killing birds and insects.  It may also create some byproducts not associated with the vomit inducing odor, but I can only inform you of what I actually have dealt with.  And that, of course would be the smell.  Take the smell of rotten eggs mixed with sewer gas and add a touch of up-chucked tequila and, well… you’re not even close, but it does mimic the effect.  After 10 days, it permeates your entire being.  Ugh!  The only reason I work there is that we work 13 hours a day 7 days a week and get obscene amounts of money in less than ten days.  This comes with a price.  I’m pretty sure it cut a month or two off of my overall life expectancy, but sacrifices must be made.  If any of you think I’m exaggerating think on this.  Dead birds litter the ground.  Everywhere you look is a decaying mass of feathers, and I’m pretty sure the cause of death was not congestive heart failure.  This place is a close approximation of my idea of Hell.  I’ve always wanted to but have never had the guts to nail up a sign over the entrance gate “Abandon hope all ye who enter here!”  I’m sure this place is what Dante had in mind. If I was faced with the prospect of working out there permanently, I think I’d shoot myself in the leg to get on disability.

I jest!  I think.

Anyway, I had big plans of reading my Bible and writing in my off hours.  I have a tipi and I set it up in a local campground when I’m working.  It has wifi so writing and posting would be concievable.  Let me tell you though, after 13 hours of work, I have immense difficulty summoning the the mental ability it takes to work the shower let alone write something sensible.  After the long days, my car radio confuses me.  You all may have found it amusing to read what I’d come up with the same way a drunk is vaguely amusing… for about three minutes.  I’ve always envied those people who can write at any hour of the day or night expressing brilliant ideas after slogging through 10 hours of their work days.  These people exist, I assure you. Think of P. Z. Meyers. I, again, regret to inform you that I am not one of them.

So now I’m back and working on a book review.  I expect to have it up tomorrow.

I’ve showered three times.  The smell!  It won’t wash off!