The answer is that it’s like being apostate and stupid. Wanted: a better class of Mormon progressive.  You know you’re out there.

It is with great regret that we at the Junior Ganymede announce the departure of one of our most active and valued co-bloggers, Mr. Paul Bunyan. The Blogging Czar for the Obama Administration fired him this morning because he was, quote, “too big to fall.” (more…)

If your family is having a hard time making ends meet, as mothers one thing we can do to help is to make hard choices and cut back even on things we really enjoy. Maybe its time to suck it up and off one of your kids. (more…)

Science is the discovery of ever more elaborate versions of the Apocalypse.

Three-Mile Island was a successful failure. Breakdowns will happen, and the fact that the breakdown of the Three-Mile Island atomic pile was so inconsequential is a tribute to the engineers who built her and to the inherent safety of nuclear power outside Russia.

Laser fusion. Yee-hah!

I liked First Things more before I got it in paper and saw all the ads. The Rule of St. Benedict is not for me. (more…)

We’re all going to be drowned under a four-inch tidal wave of doom. All because of global warming! My poor children.

Give smart Mormons their due, they do some interesting stuff sometimes. I never saw the zombie theme in Nephi’s commentary on Isaiah before.

The evidence is mounting that Mars has liquid water. Salty* water, true, but still liquid. If it weren’t salty, it wouldn’t be liquid. (more…)

Gene Wolfe fans need to put their headsets on and listen to this podcast interview.

Freeman Dyson. Yeehah!

My pard Elon says his big ol’ rocket hoss the Falcon 9 has problems with a cussed ornery fairing. A fairing? What in tarnation is a fairing? A easterner dude word for saddle? Me and Widowmaker durn’t need no saddle when we went sub-orbital.

That is indeed a favorite expression of the late Baruch Spinoza, sir, and I am glad it meets with your approval. (more…)

This chappie Massie says he has no gods and precious few heroes. I mean to say, what! More to be pitied than censured, I dare say. That’s one of his gags. Jeeves’ gags, I mean.