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I don't know if the HTML editor is on the fritz here or what.  But today I spent commenting on the Times Online re: Creationsm. 

 http://www.coolscifi.com/forums/showthread.php?t=2... this is a recent editorial at the sciffiorums about it.

 I am in favor of it being taught as myth. Especially if it includes Flying Spaghetti as the Creator.  I have been debating internally the proposition that what makes us happy makes us wiser, and the reverse, what makes us unhappy makes us idiots.  It pleased me to 'follow my bliss' today. It made me feel wiser.

This piece of homily is from a book called Little, Big by John Crowley.  In it the old gods are deposed and replaced by a nest of sybaritic rustics who rigorously practice that philosophy and manage to get the 'door' open to where the old gods were. Most intriguing and useful pseudoscience. Would it not be marvelous if what made us happy made us wise in real life as well?

They also were in possession of a microcosmos machine which once started, ran by perpetual motion. Fixing it was instrumental to liftoff, as it were. Would it not be lovely if the yoga of the subtle bodies worked like that? for it is alleged, and fondly wished, that we all contain the cosmos if we look within at the correct angle.

But so far, all I have been sure about is that they who make you happy allow you to be wise, and they who make you unhappy ultimately turn you stupid if you believe them. It's not exactly the same. But it does help me justify my extreme distrust of both myself and the rest of my species. Humans, you are not making Helga happy enough. Yet you did invent this nifty toy I am expressing myself with so thank you for that. Expressing myself is udderly necessary.

No, that is not a gratuitous pun, it is deliberate and the literal truth when looked at from my angle.

Foo Fighters make good vid of myhome life here:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5p4lhWwkCDo  

 Scary how much it feels exactly like that, o poor pitiful me, huh? Yet incredibly I continue to exist and breathe and stink and sweat and weep and exude and express.  I Ching says: care of the cow brings good fortune. Nobody caring for this cow but herself?

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 repost from Sabrina's blog at http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog....

Wednesday, September 10, 2008 I AM A WOMAN --AND I VOTE!

 *Note from Sabrina Luna: This was recently forwarded to me in an email. It made me heartsick...and made me think. I am a voter, yet there are still women out there who don't exercise their right to vote. I sincerely hope this will change their minds! WHY WOMEN SHOULD VOTE: This is the story of our Grandmothers and Great-grandmothers; they lived only 90 years ago. Remember, it was not until 1920 that women were granted the right to go to the polls and vote. The women were wives and mothers and unprepared for the fury that would be unleashed on them. Initially they were jailed for picketing the White House, carrying signs asking for the vote. By the end of the night, they were fighting for their lives. Forty prison guards wielding clubs and with their warden's blessing went on a rampage against the 33 women accused of 'obstructing sidewalk traffic.'

Lucy Burns

They beat Lucy Burns, chained her hands to the cell bars above her head and left her hanging for the night, bleeding and gasping for air.

Dora Lewis

They hurled Dora Lewis into a dark cell, smashed her head against an iron bed and knocked her out cold. Her cellmate, Alice Cosu, thought Lewis was dead and suffered a heart attack. Additional affidavits describe the guards grabbing, dragging, beating, choking, slamming, pinching, twisting and kicking the women.

Thus unfolded the 'Night of Terror' on Nov. 15, 1917, when the warden at the Occoquan Workhouse in Virginia ordered his guards to 'teach a lesson' to the suffragists imprisoned there because they dared to picket Woodrow Wilson's White House for the right to vote. For weeks, the women's only water came from an open pail. Their food--all of it colorless slop--was infested with worms.

Alice Paul

When one of the leaders, Alice Paul, embarked on a hunger strike, they tied her to a chair, forced a tube down her throat and poured liquid into her until she vomited. She was tortured like this for weeks until word was smuggled out to the press.

http://memory.loc.gov/ammem/collections/suffrage/n...

Some women won't vote this year because-why, exactly? We have carpool duties? We have to get to work? Our vote doesn't matter? It's raining?

 Recently I went to a sparsely attended screening of HBO's movie 'Iron Jawed Angels..' It is a graphic depiction of the battle these women waged so that I could pull the curtain at the polling booth and have my voice heard. I am ashamed to say I needed the reminder. All these years later, voter registration is still my passion. But the actual act of voting had become less personal for me, more rote. Frankly, voting often felt more like an obligation than a privilege. Sometimes it was inconvenient.

My friend Wendy, who is my age and studied women's history, saw the HBO movie, too. When she stopped by my desk to talk about it, she looked angry. She was--with herself. 'One thought kept coming back to me as I watched that movie,' she said. 'What would those women think of the way I use, or don't use, my right to vote? All of us take it for granted now, not just younger women, but those of us who did seek to learn.' The right to vote, she said, had become valuable to her 'all over again.'

HBO has released the movie on video and DVD . I wish all history, social studies and government teachers would include the movie in their curriculum I want it shown on Bunco night, too, and anywhere else women gather. I realize this isn't our usual idea of socializing, but we are not voting in the numbers that we should be, and I think a little shock therapy is in order.

 It is jarring to watch Woodrow Wilson and his cronies try to persuade a psychiatrist to declare Alice Paul insane so that she could be permanently institutionalized. And it is inspiring to watch the doctor refuse. Alice Paul was strong, he said, and brave. That didn't make her crazy. The doctor admonished the men: 'Courage in women is often mistaken for insanity.'

Please, if you are so inclined, pass this on to all the women you know. We need to get out and vote and use this right that was fought so hard for by these very courageous women. Whether you vote democratic, republican or independent party - remember to vote. History is being made. Read more:

 http://memory.loc.gov/ammem/collections/suffrage/n...

http://memory.loc.gov/ammem/collections/suffrage/n...

 + + + Sabrina Luna

Spicy Romance with a Touch of Magick

http://www.sabrinaluna.com

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Monday, September 01, 2008 SARAH PALIN ~ LOCK UP YOUR BEAR CUBS.

Current mood: cynical Category: News and Politics

 Ahh well, I was going to say "you've gotta laugh haven't you ?" when it came to the subject of Senator John McCains 'sex ticket' Republican running mate Sarah Palin, but after reading the following I have my doubts... I think I'll laugh AND cry instead.

http://twincities.indymedia.org/2008/sep/sarah-pal...

 Enemy of the species ? nahhh, of course not ~ and to prove it here's a rather fetching photo below of Governor Palin posing quite happily in her Alaskan office with a grizzly bear skin draped across the back of her sofa, accompanied by an equally and enormously dead crab on the coffee table.... Now then Sarah... Where exactly DO you stand on the subject of animal rights ?

11:42 PM - 4 Comments - 3 Kudos - Add Comment -

 RIP CRUNCHER

  Posted by RIP CRUNCHER on Sep 2, 2008 12:11 AM [Reply to this]

 crazy christina

 Dam Rip this subject was wild fire in my home, Alaska WOW he came out of no where with that if they win "Oink" will be the next head on there wall!!! I got lot's more to say but I'll bite my tongue a little NOT that crab you know where that crawled out of Christ she should have fired downward BANGGG !!!!!!!!! Posted by crazy christina on Sep 2, 2008 2:42 AM [Reply to this]

Teresa

At the moment I am speachless from seeing the bear thow and crab ashtray or whatever the hell that is supposed to be but give me some time to recover. Posted by Teresa on Sep 2, 2008 3:50 AM [Reply to this]

 helgaleena

 Holy schmear, Rip, you get the repost-to-helgas-blog award. But hey, when she hunts moose she has the guts to do her own skinnin'. Animal rights bleeding hearts aside, this is the shocking true state of American politics, BP and all. They bought my credit card debt from Amoco years back. They are in the Brits' back pocket. :( Posted by helgaleena on Sep 2, 2008 6:49 AM [Reply to this]

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http://www.comeonboro.com/columns/212104.php

THE STEVE GOLDBY COLUMN - DANCING WITH TEARS IN MY EYES - 27-8-08
Steve Goldby

Helgaleena snipped out a bunch of football news at the beginning here. You will need to read the original at the link above if that is what you are after...
And tallking of crusades, Jerusalem is one place that has always fascinated me, probably because it is the epicentre of world religion and throughout the years has been the centre of some of the biggest events in world history. So I went there to see the place for myself.

I'd been swimming/floating around in the Dead Sea just before I made my entry to the 'Holy City' and to anyone heading off that way, make damn sure you don't get any Dead Sea in your eyes. I did and I thought my eyeballs were about to melt and dribble down my face.

The Dead Sea is very surreal. It's the very lowest point on earth and right on the Israeli/Jordanian border. It's akin to floating around in a huge vat of vegetable oil and you're wasting your time trying to swim as you will just get flipped onto your back every time. It's a great experience though and once there, you know you have arrived somewhere special.

But Jerusalem was the one place I was looking forward to the most. Jerusalem - a city viciously fought over for over four thousand years, former home to King David and King Solomon, site of the world's largest mosque, scene of Richard The Lionheart's crusades, Christ's crucifixion and Mohammed's ascension, razed to the ground several times throughout the centuries and current home to thousands upon thousands of religious maniacs and nutcases.

The Damascus Gate is the main entrance to the Old City and once you enter, you are in the middle of the biggest Arab market you are ever likely to experience. It has a distinct old feel to it and I really did feel as though I had stepped back into Biblical times.

Be prepared to be harrassed at every turn though, a scenario not particularly uncommon in that part of the world. Only in Jerusalem it won't necessarily be by beggars but more likely by someone trying to provoke a religious discussion or find out which religious persuasion you lean towards.

My standard stock response was "Heavy Metal is my religion" which seemed to cause some consternation amongst the more fervent but I had entered Jerusalem in a Fiat with a dodgy CD player, which was slightly better than entering the City sat astride an ass and being bombarded with palm leaves.

The eject button was faulty but I didn't find this out until after I had tried to eject the first CD, Iron Maiden's Dance of Death. So I listened to that particular opus all the way from Tel Aviv to Armageddon, through Nazareth and Tiberius, Palestine and the Dead Sea and into Jerusalem. It was not a problem.

As I entered the City, a track called Montsegur started playing on the CD which was highly apt and appropriate as it's a tale of religious unrest, namely about the Catholic army that destroyed the Cathars, a sect that broke away from Catholicism. They fled to the top of a hill called Montségur, allegedly with The Holy Grail, where they were beseiged until they surrendered. They were all burned alive (about 250 men, women, and children) on a giant pyre.

Walk through the Arab market and you will inevitably pass some of the Via Dolorosa stations, the walk that Christ allegedly took with his cross. They're so smart these days that they've managed to work out the exact location where certain events actually took place, for example each stumble and fall on the way to Golgotha. And certain people take it as read that this is the absolute truth, evidenced by the hoardes of pilgrims falling in tears to the floor around the various stations.

Once I had witnessed these lost souls, I went to the Wailing Wall and realised something very important. Religion is for people who are scared of Hell. Spirituality is for those who have already been there.

I was approached at the Wailing Wall by a Jewish gentleman in the full regalia and he asked me where I was from?

"I'm from a place in England called Middlesbrough," I replied.

"Oh good - I'm from a place in England called Manchester." And he shook my hand, placed a skull cap on my head and gave me a piece of paper and a pen to write out my 'prayer' which I was then to place in the wall. And I wrote the following, rolled it up and placed it in the wall...

"The ferryman wants his money you ain't gonna give it back
He can push his own boat as you set up off the track
Nothing you can contemplate will ever be the same
Every second is a new spark, sets the universe aflame

You watch the world exploding every single night
Dancing in the sun a new born in the light
Brothers and their fathers joining hands and make a chain
The shadow of the wicker man is rising up again

Your time will come..."

Very appropriate Iron Maiden lyrics I thought. Maybe my little piece of paper will be found in a few hundred years and included in some new version of the Bible?

After my first visit to Jerusalem, I retired to the Hard Rock cafe in the main city where I drank beer and smoked joints with some Americans I met. Some smart arse saw me and shouted out; "Hey - Jesus has come back." (see hairstyle).

"I'm not Jesus mate", said I. "He only got stoned once..."

I'll tell you all about part two of Jerusalem next week and how I narrowly escaped getting stoned for real on the Sabbath.

Until then, Up the Boro and Up the Irons.

Steve

It is still the Wicker Man/Burning Man season, one of my tutelary deities, as I have blogged in a previous entry here. I joyfully pass on this tidbit of news of Him. Ash cleanse us all.  Ash sweeten our sour lives. Peace peace peace.

helgaleena healingline MOL DAL RDNA

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http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.... is the origin for this reprint of a nice guy and punk rocker called Thom Bone. He got it from someplace else again.  See, I'm climbing off the pity pot, kids...

Julie

Don't forget the 2 people in town dumpster diving everyone amazing wastefulness man does this world know how to be wasteful. The 10 homeless people cause why don't the other 9,990 people help them and last but not least the 5 people in town stealing from everyone they can greed Posted by Julie on May 10, 2008 3:23 AM [Reply to this]

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It's that time of year again! Not only is it beastly hot here in the northern hemisphere, and all the plants inundating us with first fruits, but My Matriarchy of the Order of Lugh smites me in the brain and gets me dancing all sweaty and brainless.

Out in the Black Rock Desert of Nevada, scads of humans are celebrating with my chosen divinity the Burning Man. "Let's make a statue and burn it," some atavistic part of their brains implored the receptive few hippies of San Francisco, way back when.  And they have done so, in ever greater magnificence, ever since.  All manner of performance art and extreme camping also comes to pass, and tons of gifts are exchanged.

       http://www.burningman.com/

On the other side of the Pond, they call him The Wicker Man, and make movies about him. 

     http://www.efestivals.co.uk/festivals/wickerman/20...

     http://www.realbuzz.com/en-gb/RSS/index?pageID=187...

     http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wicker_Man

I want to confess-- I have never actually attended Burning Man, even though it is open and free. That it is because it involves upwards of fortyeight thousand STRANGE HUMANS nowadays!    My introversion remains, even if I am an unusually happy introvert lately.

Do not the bright red draperies conjure up happy bonfires around which to dance in the cooling dusk?  Om jagannatha trinithakura namo namah!

Here is some more info on the season reprinted from rustymon2000 at the RDNAtalk list at Yahoo:

Greetings!

Druids Ring Grove & Fellowship of the Illumination presents...

Lughnasadh

When: Aug. 1st. 2008
Where: Joshua Tree, California

Celebrate the Bright Spears of Lugh in the Coolth of the Evening

Event Details: Lughnasadh

Old Irish Lughnasadh; also spelled Lughnasa; modern Irish Lúnasa;
Modern Scots Gaelic, Lunasdal, is a Gaelic holiday celebrated on the
Full Moon nearest the midpoint between the Summer Solstice and
Autumnal Equinox, during the time of the harvesting.. Lugnasadh was
one of the four main festivals of the medieval Irish calendar:
Imbolq, Beltuinn, Lughnasadh and Samhuinn.

This date has long been considered a 'power point' of the Zodiac, and
is symbolized by the Lion, one of the 'tetramorph' figures found on
the Tarot cards, the World and the Wheel of Fortune -the other three
figures being the Bull, the Eagle, and the Spirit. Astrologers know
these four figures as the symbols of the four 'fixed' signs of the
Zodiac- Taurus, Leo, Scorpio, and Aquarius.
In the Night Skies of this Season, the Perseid meteor showers Dance
in the Dark. They are still known as the" Games of Lugh" in Ireland,
and to others as "The Bright Spear of Lugh ".

"The Thing, the Other, and What's Between" form the Magick Three,
recognizing the relationship between opposites. Inside and Outside
meet at thresholds, Earth and Sky meet at mountain tops, Sea and
Earth meet at tide lines, New Year and Old Year meet at Samhuin. They
also represent the meeting place of our mundane world and the
Magickal Otherworld, and are therefore Sacred. A God, who embodies
the coming together of many different Realms and Energies, would be
extraordinarily powerful, even in the company of other Deities.

Lughnasadh marks the beginning of the harvest season and is therefore
a festival of celebrating Mother Earth and the abundance of nature.
Lughnasadh translates as "Lughs wedding". Lughnasadh festivals last
from 15 July until 15 August. Aside from three days of religious
rituals, the celebrations are a time for contests of strength and
skill.

Event Location: Indian Cove Campground in Joshua Tree
Event TIME Details: 12 noon-all night long

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A big thank you to the Wes Borland Gallery for this image of a solution to Oink's problem.

title: 'Sloss'

Help the world's only oinking water buffalo escape the cruelty of local animal torturers in Derby UK!! http://www.oinkthebuffalo.solarchidesigns.com/

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Bob Dylan - It's Alright Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)

Robert Zimmerman aka Bob Dylan is from the center of the continent of North America where the waters well up and flow in three directions to the ocean-- north, south and east.  I am proud to have been incarnated in the same area, though I do not pretend to see as far as he or express it so well. 

A friend has called this the greatest song ever written; it's definetely epic.

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Saturday, July 12, 2008

This is a reprint from fellow romance writer Barry Eisler, here:

http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog....  Thanks, Barry; you do the gov-watching I haven't the stomach for.

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 -- I was unable to comment to author Terry Odell who is hosting a short story writing panel and offered this to us all beforehand, at

http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog....  She said:

Kurt Vonnegut had some interesting things to say about short stories in his collection, Bagombo Snuff Box. And who am I to argue with a master?

1. Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted.

2. Give the reader at least one character he or she can root for.

3. Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water.

4. Every sentence must do one of two things -- reveal character or advance the action.

5. Start as close to the end as possible.

6. Be a sadist. No matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them -- in order that the reader may see what they are made of.

7. Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia.

   Excellent advice. Terry also said:

I thought I'd share the second page of my handout from the short story workshop, with more quotes about the craft. If you missed the first page, it was Friday's post. Any favorites?

"I have written a great many stories and I still don't know how to go about it except to write it and take my chances."
~John Steinbeck

"I'm a failed poet. Maybe every novelist wants to write poetry first, finds he can't and then tries the short story which is the most demanding form after poetry. And failing at that, only then does he take up novel writing."
~ William Faulkner

"Not that the story need be long, but it will take a long while to make it short"
~ Henry David Thoreau

"I'm sorry this letter is so long, but I did not have time to make it shorter."
~Blaise Pascal (often attributed to Mark Twain)

"I try to leave out the parts that people skip."
~Elmore Leonard

"Short stories are designed to deliver their impact in as few pages as possible. A tremendous amount is left out, and a good short story writer learns to include only the most essential information."
~Orson Scott Card

The most valuable of all talents is that of never using two words when one will do.
~Thomas Jefferson

"You learn by writing short stories. Keep writing short stories. The money's in novels, but writing short stories keeps your writing lean and pointed."
~Larry Niven

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Top Ten Signs You're a Fundamentalist Christian

reprint from http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog....

10 - You vigorously deny the existence of thousands of gods claimed by other religions, but feel outraged when someone denies the existence of yours.
 
9 - You feel insulted and "dehumanized" when scientists say that people evolved from other life forms, but you have no problem with the Biblical claim that we were created from dirt.
 
8 - You laugh at polytheists, but you have no problem believing in a Triune God.
 
7 - Your face turns purple when you hear of the "atrocities" attributed to Allah, but you don't even flinch when hearing about how God/Jehovah slaughtered all the babies of Egypt in "Exodus" and ordered the elimination of entire ethnic groups in "Joshua" including women, children, and trees!
 
6 - You laugh at Hindu beliefs that deify humans, and Greek claims about gods sleeping with women, but you have no problem believing that the Holy Spirit impregnated Mary, who then gave birth to a man-god who got killed, came back to life and then ascended into the sky.
 
5 - You are willing to spend your life looking for little loopholes in the scientifically established age of Earth (few billion years), but you find nothing wrong with believing dates recorded by Bronze Age tribesmen sitting in their tents and guessing that Earth is a few generations old.
 
4 - You believe that the entire population of this planet with the exception of those who share your beliefs -- though excluding those in all rival sects - will spend Eternity in an infinite Hell of Suffering.  And yet consider your religion the most "tolerant" and "loving."

3 - While modern science, history, geology, biology, and physics have failed to convince you otherwise, some idiot rolling around on the floor speaking in "tongues" may be all the evidence you need to "prove" Christianity.
 
2 - You define 0.01% as a "high success rate" when it comes to answered prayers.  You consider that to be evidence that prayer works.  And you think that the remaining 99.99% FAILURE was simply the will of God.
 
1 - You actually know a lot less than many atheists and agnostics do about the Bible, Christianity, and church history - but still call yourself a Christian.

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 from time.com: 

Carlin's material grew increasingly dark in later years, to the point where he was cheerleading (with only a trace of irony) for mass suicide and ecological disaster. "I sort of gave up on this whole human adventure a long time ago," he said a couple of years ago. "Divorced myself from it emotionally. I think the human race has squandered its gift, and I think this country has squandered its promise. I think people in America sold out very cheaply, for sneakers and cheeseburgers. And I don't think it's fixable."

But Carlin's career, and his comedy, was anything but a downer. He was unique among stand-ups of his era in remaining a top-drawing comedian for more than 40 years, with virtually no help from movies or TV sitcoms. His influence can be seen everywhere from the political rants of Lewis Black to the "observational" comedy of Jerry Seinfeld. He showed that nothing - not the most sensitive social issues or the most trivial annoyances of everyday life - was off-limits for smart comedy. And he helped bring stand-up comedy to the very center of American culture. It has never left.

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BTyzTJTNhNk 

We loved you on Shining Time Station too, George. ..

Baseball Vs. Football by George Carlin

Baseball is different from any other sport, very different. For instance, in most sports you score points or goals; in baseball you score runs. In most sports the ball, or object, is put in play by the offensive team; in baseball the defensive team puts the ball in play, and only the defense is allowed to touch the ball. In fact, in baseball if an offensive player touches the ball intentionally, he's out; sometimes unintentionally, he's out.

Also: in football,basketball, soccer, volleyball, and all sports played with a ball, you score with the ball and in baseball the ball prevents you from scoring.

In most sports the team is run by a coach; in baseball the team is run by a manager. And only in baseball does the manager or coach wear the same clothing the players do. If you'd ever seen John Madden in his Oakland Raiders uniform,you'd know the reason for this custom.

Now, I've mentioned football. Baseball & football are the two most popular spectator sports in this country. And as such, it seems they ought to be able to tell us something about ourselves and our values.

I enjoy comparing baseball and football:

Baseball is a nineteenth-century pastoral game.
Football is a twentieth-century technological struggle.

Baseball is played on a diamond, in a park.The baseball park!
Football is played on a gridiron, in a stadium, sometimes called Soldier Field or War Memorial Stadium.

Baseball begins in the spring, the season of new life.
Football begins in the fall, when everything's dying.

In football you wear a helmet.
In baseball you wear a cap.

Football is concerned with downs - what down is it?
Baseball is concerned with ups - who's up?

In football you receive a penalty.
In baseball you make an error.

In football the specialist comes in to kick.
In baseball the specialist comes in to relieve somebody.

Football has hitting, clipping, spearing, piling on, personal fouls, late hitting and unnecessary roughness.
Baseball has the sacrifice.

Football is played in any kind of weather: rain, snow, sleet, hail, fog...
In baseball, if it rains, we don't go out to play.

Baseball has the seventh inning stretch.
Football has the two minute warning.

Baseball has no time limit: we don't know when it's gonna end - might have extra innings.
Football is rigidly timed, and it will end even if we've got to go to sudden death.

In baseball, during the game, in the stands, there's kind of a picnic feeling; emotions may run high or low, but there's not too much unpleasantness.
In football, during the game in the stands, you can be sure that at least twenty-seven times you're capable of taking the life of a fellow human being.

And finally, the objectives of the two games are completely different:

In football the object is for the quarterback, also known as the field general, to be on target with his aerial assault, riddling the defense by hitting his receivers with deadly accuracy in spite of the blitz, even if he has to use shotgun. With short bullet passes and long bombs, he marches his troops into enemy territory, balancing this aerial assault with a sustained ground attack that punches holes in the forward wall of the enemy's defensive line.

In baseball the object is to go home! And to be safe! - I hope I'll be safe at home!

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