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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.


Apr. 21st, 2010 09:30 pm (UTC)
blind faith
glad to see your writing in your LJ blog regularly-peace