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A Religious Vinaigrette of Vitriol

There’s not many people I’d like to see killed. The numbers are in the single digits.  I’m a peaceful person, even though my taste in movies tends toward the action packed shoot-em-ups with lots of blood.   I’m not an angry person and I don’t care for confrontation much.  That said, when I read about, think about or hear about Fred Phelps and his church I can honestly say I wouldn’t have a qualm about mowing down the lot of them with a machine gun if given the chance.  Violate their right to free speech? You bet. Lowering myself to their level? Yup.  The second Phelps acted on his twisted views of Biblical teaching and persuaded his flock to follow his ugly vision was the moment in time that he gave up his rights to life, liberty and pursuit of happiness.  His tactic of protesting at funerals has been going on for a long time, and he hasn’t been getting much press lately because his shtick was just tiresome and annoying.  But recently, as he staged protests at military funerals, was sued, and actually won a judgment against a dead vet’s family, his evil circus is in the limelight yet again.  Frankly, I’m surprised this guy and his followers are still with us.  With all the free-floating anger and anxiety out there today you would have figured that someone would have gone Rambo on these vermin by now. It’s weird.  Well, there it is.  Number one on my short list of people who should die now - Fred Phelps.  And throw in his flock too, but they don’t really count as actual human beings so the “people” definition doesn’t count for them.

Let’s keep the vitriol dialed over to religion shall we? I pretty much gave up on my childhood faith of Catholicism years ago mostly because I felt the faith had lost touch with me and the modern world in general.  I referred to myself as a “fallen away Catholic” for years.  Recently I’ve come to not only question my faith in God as this pan-dimensional omniscient deity, but I’ve also come to question the existence of an afterlife.  As I am in the midst of wrestling, in my own mid-life crisis sort of way, with these fundamental questions of life, the universe and everything along comes yet another wave of allegations of child abuse directed at Catholic priests across several continents and dozens of countries.  Well, reading about this stuff and watching about it on the news I began to hedge my bets about the afterlife.  I began kind of hoping there was an afterlife so that there would possibly be a place for these loathsome clergy to suffer for eternity.  A poor motivation for believing in life after death, you say?  Oh come now – punishment in the afterlife was, for years, a main tactic used by the Church to keep order amongst the flock in this life.  So, my wishing that these pedophile priests be eternally buggered by demon dogs with flaming razors for penises isn’t so childish or far-fetched.  You know that’s what you want an afterlife for.  Punishment.  It’s just too hard to envision an afterlife where you spend all your time singing about how great God is and hanging out with dead relatives who you never liked much and having to share eternity with the likes of Anita Bryant, Jerry Falwell and Oral Roberts. If I had a choice I’d be hanging out with Ghandi, Abe Lincoln and the Buddah.

  My brother is a very devote Catholic.  Lately he’s posted on Facebook that we all need to pray for the church and it’s cardinals, bishops, priests and the Pope.  He says the Church is under attack and needs to be defended by the faithful.  He says we must forgive.  My brother is a better person than I am. My brother is a true Man of God.  I think my brother would sing a different tune if it was one of his sons or his daughter who’d been forced to suck on some old priest while the bastard threatened them with eternal damnation if they told anyone.  My brother is a bigwig in his parish.  His wife’s been on trips to Rome with the local bishop.  They have an alcove in their house with a four foot statue of the Virgin Mother.  There are huge portraits of Popes John Paul and Benedict.  They are hard core.  I don’t see how they do it. The power of rationalization is amazing.  Some call it faith.  Blind faith.  I call it willful ignorance because without blind faith there’s really no reason to care.  And a whole lot of reasons to be bull-mad crazy angry.

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markmc03
Apr. 20th, 2010 07:38 am (UTC)
The faithful are able to abandon reason. They willingly give up the responsibility of understanding life logically in favour of something that makes them feel good.

The Church is not under attack. It is finally being called out for its abuses - but then the stereotype of the Catholic priest was a man in a dress with a penchant for young altar boys - and if that stereotype has been around for as long as I can remember, then this conduct must have been common knowledge for a long, long time.

We can blame old Constantine for giving the fledgling Christianity the boost it needed to bully the rest of the world. It was a shrewd move and a wise bet (as if he had anything riding on it but his own ego and place in history. If they ever develope time travel, someone might want to think about throttling baby Constantine before he can utter his first words.)

I think those imbeciles who protest at funerals are choking on their own vitriol. Their own lives must be a form of hell for them to spew so much hatred at people who did nothing to them.

The one thing their savior taught them - forgive your enemies - is ironically the thing that allows me to forgive them from the compassionate detached position my Buddhist teachings have taught me. I was raised a Lutheran but I have long ago given up on 'organized' religion. I accept Joseph Campbell's evidence that the Biblical stories are just versions of the old myths told by many of the cultures in that region of the world. I'm also tending to believe now that the Jesus myth originated in Egypt and was usurped by the early Christians, ultimately to be preserved by Constantine who then set about destroying all references to the other fledgling religions existing at that time.

Anyway, I've yammered on too much. Cheers.
crookedfingers
Apr. 21st, 2010 09:30 pm (UTC)
blind faith
glad to see your writing in your LJ blog regularly-peace
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