While I was doing my daily three-hour meditation today, my mind wandered into the idea of whether or not ghosts actually exist. After an intense three hours, I've decided, and will convince you if you do believe in ghosts, that they do not exist.
There are tons of stories about ghosts. "Ghosts raped me in my sleep." "Ghosts moved around my picture frames and told me to pour gallons of milk all over old people." "Ghosts murdered my wife and her friend out front of my house and threw blood all over my white Ford Bronco." Out of all the stories you've heard of ghosts, you've never heard about retarded ghosts. You never hear about somebody who had an encounter with a ghost that went like this:
"Boooooo! HAHAHAHAHAHA! My pants make chocolate!" The ghost scurries away bumping into walls and giggling.
There are no retarded ghosts! This, in effect, proves that ghosts do not exist. I do, however, have a couple of ways that this could be proved false.
- If I learn that retarded people are immortal.
- If I see a retarded person die and he leaves no body, but simply fades away like a Jedi.
- If somebody can convince me that retarded people are incapable of being ghosts because they are, in fact, not people, but pixies.
"There can be only one! I bought a pirate! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Interesting thought of the day:
The first raffle was held in 33 A.D. The first prize given out was a $10 Gift Certificate to the Olive Garden. The grand prize? A box of Jesus.
Comment below and convince me that either there are retarded ghosts, or other reasons that it would be acceptable to believe that retarded people can't be ghosts. Or you can email me.