Blessed Samhain and a blessed All Hallows' Even. Yes, only I could so thoroughly unsecularize a holiday about scaring people and getting candy. I figure by Valentine's Day I'll have earned my Merit Badge in Pedantry.
Speaking of my religion, it's so very, very wrong to feel this way, and I know I'll probably have to repent of it, but I so desperately want to smite these idiotic "values voter" "Christians" who are doing things like voting for George Allen in the Commonwealth because of gay marriage (as heard on Nominally Public Radio recently). I've had enough of them tell me how I'm not really Christian, so I do try - very hard - not to be judgmental at them, but by damn, are they reading the same book I'm reading? Are they just using it for a decorative coffee table tchotchke? Is there some other guy named Jesus out there who's a hate-filled militant bastard, and if so, why exactly are you worshipping someone like that? What happened in your misbegotten life that you could actually think that, given all of what is happening in this country - all of the waste and evil of war, all of the erosion of our liberties and our descent into fascism and corporatism, all of the wholesale destruction of our democratic processes and our civic commons and discourse, all of the despoiling of our Earth, all of the lies, and the general dumbing-down and fattening-up of our nation - that the truly important thing to you is to make sure that consenting, loving adults can't marry each other? How damaged do you have to be to believe this...and how can you believe that a teacher and savior who said that the meek and poor and persecuted were blessed, and that the highest law was to love the Lord and to love your neighbor as you would yourself would somehow condone you?
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I'm better now.
On the upside, I got a "Voters Guide for Christians" from
Sojourners through our church, which encourages us to "vote all [our] values". Yes, I realize that it's mainly a response to some of these political dingbats I'm describing above. It'd be good to hand these out outside some of their churches once in a while. (Well, for some values of "good". I can hope that some of the recipients would be spiritually smacked upside the head, if not in a more literal sense.)
Hung out with
muzikmaker21 last night. We drank coffee, ogled coeds, and discussed a number of people we'd like to "kick right in the babymaker".
There are some revelations I should make at some time, such as why Steve Jackson once bitched me out, and why the song "Purple Toupee" by They Might Be Giants reminds me of Kid-1, but I'm not going to do that right now.