This afternoon I had an interesting discussion with my son Christopher about friendship, family, and the very real need to occasionally cut and run. There comes a time where one must stand their ground and demand that individuals who constantly ask for more prove their own worth. I refuse to be a patsy.

Thank you for thinking I mattered, Aubrey. I love you.

My challenge still stands. Jason Hawes, Grant Wilson, Steve Gonsalves, Dave Tango; take me on. I dare you to bring in a true skeptic. I'm not against show business (obviously!) but do any of you care that you're perpetrating bullsh*t?

In too many instances, those who embrace and claim me as a "friend" are psychotic and freakish nurturers who see me as a cause, a mission, a reason to smile at their reflection. STOP! I'm not your emotional sustenance. Accept me as who and what I am or leave. I have as much a right to my opinion as you. The pond I swim in is mine.

The fact I just don't care about theism/metaphysics in general has garnered my the label of 'apathetic' which, to anyone who knows me, is as silly as it gets. The difference between those who embrace theism and metaphysics (while eschewing science) and me is quite simple; they are repulsed by the very real possibility this is all there is, while I embrace the atheistic concept and live my life accordingly. Though they label me a disbeliever, I am not. I am a skeptic, a nonbeliever. Big difference, folks.

Last night's attempt imploded eighty-seven seconds into the show. Ah well... I'm a trooper who realizes just how much your getting through the day depends on hearing my voice. I love you all! ...Riiiiiight...

Apparently the mentally ill who think yellow Play-Doh tastes best didn't quite get my last show. This is for them.

I hate you all.

It's true. Get over it.

It doesn't take a rocket scientist to understand that the main reasons I'm reviled and the Worldwide Church of Satanic Liberation is slammed, are my wonderful personality and the WCSL's success. The clueless accuse me of not being a "real" while the covetous grind their teeth in dismay at each new member the WCSL acquires. I'm sure it's no surprise to most that I wouldn't change it for anything.

While I'll be on three different continents representing the WCSL early next year, my detractors are still waving the PDValentine is a fraud banner. Sad but predictable. Also, my last show was quite an emotional roller-coaster for me due to an appearance by my daughter Amanda. Too bad I didn't see the e-mail she sent me several minutes into it. Rather I noticed it the next morning. It trashes me from start to finish and will be read in it's entirety today with point by point rebuttals.