I’m back!

Yeah, yeah, I know!  Where the hell have I been, you ask?  What the hell happened to me?  Part of me would love to say that I was mugged by a group of rabid fundamentalists and have been lying in a coma for the last three weeks… Ah, that would make an excellent tale, but alas it isn’t true.  The hard part of the whole “demanding truth” idea is that it always gets in the way of a good story.  Suffice it to say the swamp of work and duty is subsiding rapidly, and now I not only see the light at the end of the tunnel but have actively exited and am basking in the sunshine outside.

First, my play has ended and went quite well thank you very much, and I will see if I can get some parts of it up on You Tube some time.  I’m sure you will all enjoy me on stage with everyone else mouthing the famous words, “God bless us everyone.”  Yeah, I know.  There are ironies wrapped in incongruities smothered with a huge dollop of hypocrisy.  Sigh! But I must admit that I enjoyed it all.  They were great people to work with and I am happy to have worked with my son.  I’m also happy it’s done.  Really happy!

I now have to confess that I also have a smaller part in the next play.  Um… the play is called Screwtape… from the C.S. Lewis book, The Screwtape letters…  Yeah, I know… I think down deep I actually enjoy the suffering.  Judge me if you will.  In truth, my close friends are starting to give strange looks as if they are about to start some kind of intervention.  I’m not sure if there’s some kind of twelve step program for atheist actors in Christian programs but if there is, I should seriously look into joining. It’s also been suggested that  golf club to the back of the head would also work.

In addition to the end of the play, my job is also on hiatus, but don’t feel bad.  This is a wonderful thing and happens every year at this time.  Since my work is seasonal, I usually have a month or three off every winter and am now looking at a glorious five weeks in which to actually choose what I want to do.  Imagine that!  Actually choosing what to do.  Who would have though it possible?  Instead of the last four weeks of getting up at five am and getting home at ten pm, I now have a plethora of time on my hands to do what I will.  Oh, the glorious freedom ahead of me.  Last night, I stared at the wall for a couple of hours.  Paradise man!  Paradise!

Mind you, I still have some responsibilities, but they are pretty minor and I am committing myself to a BABS writing marathon.  I hope to work up to an actual biblical criticism post every two days. And maybe some others in there as well. Starting now, I’ll force my way through the morass of Exodus and hopefully into the fetid bog of Leviticus. I just advise you to stay close because it’s going to get quite sticky soon. Wish me luck.

Damn, it feels good to be back!

Bob Hutton As Summarized By Daz!

Bob Hutton has much to say.

 

And here is our Daz with a brilliant summation of Bob Hutton’s latest travesty of logic ( For the beginning of this “debate” I urge you to read the previous post).  Daz is always funny and to the point but there are times when real brilliance shines through.  Here he is.

The latest from Bob, aka The Internet’s Greatest Philosopher And Theologian, in a reply to a set of questions posted on his blog.

1. I do not believe in “debating” with unbelievers. This is because the word “debate” suggests that there are viewpoints on both sides. The Christian Gospel is not a viewpoint but a fact based on the truth as it is found in Jesus who proved His claims by rising from the dead.

2. The reason I suggest the use of the google search engine is to test the sincerity of my opponents. If they really want to know how I know the Bible is true then let them google the words “How we know the Bible is true” and they can search the answers for themselves.

3. You write about the risk of devaluing my cause. There are two problems with that statement – a) the cause of the Gospel is God’s, not mine. The Gospel is God’s truth and I simply declare it and b) if people do not believe the Bible, if they do not repent of their sins (including the sin of unbelief) and accept Jesus then the eternal loss will be theirs. It makes no difference to me if they die in their sins. I have given them the opportunity to be saved.

If I may paraphrase:

1: I am not actually interested in persuading unbelievers to the truth, thereby saving their souls. I just like to spout off.

2: I am incapable of forming any arguments of my own, never having really examined my beliefs for elements of truth, reality or logic.

3a: It’s God’s word, not mine. I just like to spout off.

3b: I am a hard-hearted bastard, uninterested in saving anyone from the tortures I believe they will suffer. “It makes no difference to me if they die in their sins” (direct quote), therefore I have no reason to be telling people that they’ll burn in hell, except that I enjoy publicly wallowing in thoughts of their putative suffering, whilst excusing this as ‘trying to save them’, although as shown above, I am trying to do no such thing.

Good summary Daz.  I think you nailed him spot on.

And Bob.  Ah Bob, Bob, Bob, sometime you simply must learn the fine art of shutting the fuck up.  Really Bob!  You have consistently been your own worst enemy in nearly everything you have said here.  And as for your imaginary friend… Well, let’s just say that the best proof I now have of God the Bastard’s non-existence is fact that he doesn’t come to earth and beat the shit out of you for making him look like such a douchebag.  Everytime you pick up your brush to paint him as majestic, he just ends up as some nutless jackass masturbating in the corner.

Michelangelo, you are not.  Have a good day Bob.

Of Christian Jackasses And Bob Hutton: A Tragicomedy In One Part

Have you ever run into one of those people who has firm convictions yet little real comprehension of why, someone who deletes any forthright comment on his own site, but when his hateful bullshit gets deleted at other sites, he whines about people infringing on his freedoms and howls about persecution, someone who proudly brags about how the perfect justice of “his god” involves the eternal torture of sinners but simultaneously considers being banned as unfair,  someone who will just make up cute little stories of atheists coming to Jesus but swear that he can’t give any proof because those people would then be in danger, in other words someone who is a jackass?  I mean a real nutless butt-plug of a jackass.  I’m sure you know the kind.

Bob Hutton is one of those.  His blog is here and as you will see with any in-depth read, he’s about as nutlessly butt-pluggy as one can get and still speak the language.  This site packs in the very worst of arguments the Christianoids have dredged out of their intellectually fetid swamp.  Trumpeting the “meaning” of every set back atheists experience, he blithely ignores any similar occurrence to his own group.  His website trumpets several hellfire and brimstone, “Sinners in the hands of an angry god” type posts mixed with the most banal and obviously manufactured fairy tales to support his predetermined truth.  But the comments are the best.  He’ll delete or ignore many that make him look an idiot while responding to those he thinks he can master.  I strongly urge you not to leave comments there and leave them here instead.  Here, we delete nothing.  Here, the battleground is level.

In truth, the most hilarious comments are those fawning subservient ones that he very likely just made up himself.

Comments like this concerning God’s role in the last American election.

“Another great article brother Bob, good information, I had no idea Obama had suffered such a huge defeat.”

Really?   You didn’t know that?  or:

“Great article Bob, the sovereignty of God in salvation is a wonderful reassurance.  No king but Christ!”

Holy sheep shit Batman, but the quality of the lickspittle here is appalling.  Could he find no real person to pat him on the back that he had to make some up?   I have to wonder what other imaginary friends he has.  Snuffaluffagus? Harvey?  Deep throat?

Judging by the enemies he has made, he spends fully half of his time trolling other’s websites all bubbly with promises of the eternal torture to be suffered by any who disagree with him.  Read this post from The Freethinker to see great examples.  In fact, you can see this talk of pain and suffering gets him aroused, if you know what I mean.  It’s quite obviously his kink.  Now most people feel a bit guilty of the naughtier thoughts running through their  head, but Bob brilliantly avoids this by incorporating kinky shit right into religion. If God loves torture then surely Bob can get off on it a bit.  Likely, he fantasizes about joining in all the fun on Judgement Day.  Ah, the screams of the tormented, the fear in their eyes, the pleas for mercy, these are the thoughts that give old Bob a chubby.  Thoughts of red-hot pokers and the rack are his pornography, the tearful pleading of those who have wronged him his erotica.  He likely drifts off  to such dreams while lying between the mildly damp sheets of his bed.  Sad really.

Oh, I sure he’ll come here and put up a spirited defense of the goodness flowing from his soul, but one only need look at the gloating on his website whenever an atheist dies or whenever some calamity befalls sinners.  Events like these are his sacred viagra, his god given aphrodisiac.  The way he “rises to the occasion” in his hurry to expound on their torment whilst brandishing his “Rod of Judgement” in his tightly clenched fist, should be an inspiration to all Fred Phelps wannabes. One can almost see the places where he had to pause in the typing to “relieve the pressure,” poor chap. This quote offers a fine example.

“However, these perverts need to remember that “the mills of God grind slowly, but they grind exceedingly small”. God bides His time. There is no need for Christians to incite hatred or violence against them (indeed, it is wrong to do such) – God will judge them in His own time and in His own way. One hopes that they will see the error of their ways and repent, casting themselves upon a merciful God who will pardon those who plead with Christ for mercy. However, should they continue in their depravity then they WILL face eternal torments when they die. One second in Hell will be enough to wipe out all their “pleasant” memories when they willingly engaged in these vile pursuits.”

“Depravity… Whack! Whack! Whack!  Torments… Whack! Whack! Whack!    Hell… Whack! Whack!  Oh, oh, ooooh, Lord Jeeeesus!”  And once he rests up, he can always hope for a “second coming” later in the evening. In my mind’s eye, Bob is severely sexually repressed, but he’s the kind that you fervently hope stays repressed.  Darwin help anyone who opens that Pandora’s box because when they do, some shit’s going to happen.

People like this have come to define the worst elements of Christianity for me.  They preach fear and hate while submitting to some bat-shit crazy God of love.  Bob, when you read this try, at the very least, to understand the following.  Even if you prove to me your God is real, he is still an asshole, and, Bob, so are you.

You have fun tonight, Bob. I’ll send you a picture of myself so you can get the fantasy right; I promise.  I hate being misrepresented in sadistic dreams.

BTW, I hope you’re into 40-year-old fat guys.

PZ Was Right! Signs of the End Times.

If any of you heathens still doubt the forecast of the great PZ Myers and his Theory of Impending Cephalopod Domination, question no further.  The conquest has begun.  As with most major operations of this sort the first soldiers sent in are the scouts, those responsible for laying the ground work for the conquest.  Allow your fear to rise as you behold the first of them.

My God! My God. It's full of... Carrots?

Not only is he coming to kick some ass, fortunately, he also supports our agenda.

We found this little majestic overlord in the bundle of carrots we bought from local farmers, and yes, there are eight “legs” there.   He’s so damn cute.  Hmm?  Maybe he’s a she.

Anyone know how to tell.  I’m just not sure which leg to lift.

Exorcist Needed, Apply Within!

WTF!! This wasn't in the training seminar!

 

My local newspaper, the Bismarck Tribune, printed an AP article with the arousing title : “Catholic Bishops: More Exorcists Needed.”  Yeah.  OK.  But after a little more thought I realized a few other critical institutions they have let slip in the modern era, inquisitors, for instance.  Do you have any idea how difficult it is to find some who knows his way around an iron maiden any more, who is an artist with people on the rack, who deeply understands all the ins and outs of the red-hot poker. (Think about that one for a sec!) Not to mention the stake!  Almost no one today has the technical expertise to arrange and light a good heretic bonfire.  What is the world coming to?  Are our young people so lazy that they refuse to learn our ancient time-honored skills?  Admit it, people, the Catholic Church has fallen far from the glory it once was.  Truly, it has.

But no longer.  It has begun the long struggle to regain its dominant position in the spiritual world, and increasing the numbers of exorcists it trains is, apparently, the key.  Yessiree Bob!  The Catholics have found the path to salvation once again.  Emperor Palpatine… I mean Pope Benedict has seen the way, and the way forward is to go back.  Way back.  Nope further.  A few more centuries.  There!  That’s where we need to be!  The age when the Catholic Church ruled the world.  Do you know what we called that time?  The dark ages.  Really!  Look it up.

Cardinal Daniel DiNardo, a great supporter of the rite, had this rather brilliant take on the real difficulties involved.

“Learning the liturgical rite is not difficult,” DiNardo said in a phone interview before the conference, which is open to clergy only. “The problem is the discernment that the exorcist needs before he would ever attempt the rite.”

C’mon people, that’d be the easy part.  No one!  Discerning which people are either angry, insane or possessed isn’t as hard as people make it up to be.  As not a shred of evidence exists in support of the demon theory of mental illness, I believe we are going to have to place that one on the back burner.  Hell, I think we ought to take it off the stove altogether.  We have already trashed the demon theory of disease which, along with bad vapors and too much blood, ruled the medical world for millennia.  So I believe it’s time for any demonic explanations of events to be shelved indefinitely.  It’s the twenty-first century people, for a lack-of-Christ’s-sake.  Try to keep up.

I also love this Quote from the article.

In 1999, the church updated the Rite of Exorcism, cautioning that “all must be done to avoid the perception that exorcism is magic or superstition.”

Yeah, I can see how they were worried.  I mean standing over mentally ill people with magic sticks and symbols, chanting fealty to an invisible sky bully while saying you’re casting out nonexistent Demons could certainly been seen in the wrong light.  One could almost get the idea that it really is all just superstition.  Yes sir…

Hey wait…  Damn!

Of Crosses and Tees. The Things I Do to Myself.

I have some odd confessing to do today.  Don’t worry.  It’s not like I murdered or hurt anyone.  There exist some ironies in my character and life that I feel the need to air with my readers.  Ironies that I am going to have a bit of difficulty explaining.  But explain I must, especially to you people, my partners in free-thought.  Usually, I try to fess up to all my errors in a sincere effort not to commit them again. Thus far, I’ve not noticed much of a decrease, but I’ll let you know how well it works later.

Years ago, my wife wanted me to make a trellis to put on the side of the house. Having suffered through dozens of home and remodeling projects, my wife and I, mostly I, have found it best to work separately.  Not that I don’t love her dearly and not like she isn’t brilliant in her areas of expertise.  Simply put, we are both stubborn and opinionated, and such married people do not make the best of work mates particularly on remodeling projects.  Thus I agreed but only under the stipulation that I would pick the design without interference.  She agreed however reluctantly… very reluctantly.

Now this is the hard part for me to admit.  I want to explain myself truthfully, but that would involve actually understanding my reasons and motivations myself.  Alas, I do not.  Sigh. Believe it or not, the design I liked the best was in the shape of a cross.  Yeah. Yeah, I know!  I know! Now please remember, at this point I had been a firm atheist for at least fifteen years.  So why did a cross look good to me you ask?  Damned if I know, but I’ll give you my best theory as to what makes me… Well me.  If it seems as if I’m just blowing smoke up your ass, well… that is also a possibility.  Sorry. I have the best intentions.

Here goes.  As many people are aware, I am what is commonly referred to as a stubborn bastard, but not many know how stubborn.  Even I underestimate myself at times — a source of never-ending trouble I assure you.  I’m sure  many layers were part of my choice of design, but a large reason was simply the consternation and confusion it would throw into all those who knew me well.  I admit that I am so contrary that the very idea that people thought I shouldn’t or wouldn’t have it on my house actually enticed me to put it there.  It became a sort of flipping the bird to convention.  Not any convention that the majority would foist upon me but any that anyone would expect of me.  Not only do I not allow the opinions of Christians to sway me, even the opinions of other freethinkers makes me all oppositional.  You’ve heard of the expression “herding cats”?  Well, with me it’s more like herding rabid cats.  Sigh!  Trust me! It’s not easy to be me, but for the love of Darwin, think of my long-suffering wife.  If anyone deserves sainthood, it’d be her.

So I built a trellis cross and screwed it to the front of my house — a twelve-foot high trellis cross!   And true to form, a part of me did relish in the confusion I sewed in my wake, but honestly, part of me also liked the design, the three dimensionality of it, the way it changes as you move by it.  My bast

Anyway, here it is.  Witness my hypocrisy — a product of my oppositional nature combined with esthetic principles.

Before

As of yesterday, this cross has been a part of my dwelling for the last six years. Yeah. Yeah. Just wait, the irony is only  beginning because since then I have had more than a hundred people stop and compliment me on my design, all Christians of course.  Soon, several talked me into building them one too, and over the course of the next two years, I built about thirty trellises mostly in the cross shape for people around town.

Yeah, here is a rabid atheist building the very symbol of all he rejects for Christians all over town.  Why you ask?  Um… Perhaps, it’s because I simply have a hard time telling people no. Perhaps, I was also flattered by the requests.  Whatever the reason, now my  crosses are all around town and adorn at least two churches. I can hardly walk around without running into large solid signs of my hypocrisy. Talk about being conflicted.  Half of me was proud of the work I’d done.  Half of me was uncomfortable promoting a belief system I had no faith in and even actively opposed.

I stopped building them about three years ago as I became aware of the increasing hatred spread by this symbol, the virulent attacks on homosexuals, the desperately religious search for any rationale for war and the viciousness with which they have lied to further their causes.  Any quick reading of the World Net Daily web site can confirm all three of these in under an hour.  The definition of fundamental Christianity: spreading lies and hate in the name of Jesus. I’m not saying that Christians haven’t always been like this.  I’ve just become more aware of it.  (But it is getting worse.)

Naturally, the more I’ve entered my militant atheist phase, the more uncomfortable I’ve become with the sign of the enemy — religion — on my house.  Eventually, I knew it had to go.  Therefore, I went out with a saw yesterday and carefully modified it thus:

After. Better, no?

Now, instead of a cross on my house, I have a tee.  I am continually thinking of the sign of the T from Huxley’s Brave New World, and for your information this’d be the Year of our Ford 102 by my reckoning.

I’m just preparing for the rash of questions I’m going to get as to why I defaced the symbol of God’s love.  All those people who assumed one way are going to have to be educated in another.  We’ll call this my coming out to the town event.  At any rate, I have reduced the confusion and hypocrisy in my life and it feels good.  For a while, anyway.  A friend of mine wants me to audition for a play at a secular theater based on C. S. Lewis’ The Screwtape Letters next month.  Admit it, it would be fun playing a demon trying to lead humanity  from religion.  I’ll think about it. Sigh!

There’s a certain delicious irony in all this, but damn, the shit I get myself into.

P.S.  I do have another story to tell here.  I stopped making these crosses years ago but still had one stored in my backyard.  We were always going to modify it to use it elsewhere but I couldn’t get it to esthetically fit where I needed it.  While I was working in the Garden this summer, a couple in a van stopped  and asked if I could make them one.  They had been admiring mine for the last year. I told them I didn’t do that anymore but then remembered that extra trellis using up precious space in our yard. I offered it to them.  Now normally I usually charged only slightly more than it cost me to make them, but in this case I offered it for free.  They were very appreciative and I loaded and tied it to the top of their van.

Then they told me of their small evangelical church they had started and invited me to come out for services.  I looked them right in the eye and told them thanks, but I wasn’t a believer.  Things got very quiet then.  The minister — for that is what he was — then asked me what I meant and I told them matter-of-factly that I was an atheist.  The silence became total.  Think about their predicament.  Here they were receiving a 12 foot high symbol of their religion free of charge from a man who just claimed he didn’t buy into it at all.  For a period of time, I think he actually considered giving it back.  But I wished them the best, gave them mounting instructions and went back to shoveling in my garden.

I would like to say that I was a big enough person not to enjoy that… But no.  My brain — dominated by primate population dynamics — simply was too primitive to resist smiling.  Inwardly, at least.

Eye for an Eye: The Bible, Abortion and Bullshit.

And now we listen to that popular tune: Abortion and the Bible. Great combo, huh? Handling this topic, I run the risk of pissing nearly everyone off, right and left, liberal and conservative, sensible and insane. Oh well! I’ve never been unwilling to be a dick if the situation really called for it. Truly, I created this blog to not only explain what I think but to actually clarify it to myself.  Nothing forces one to think about an idea like writing about it.  But I also want to generate some serious discussion here so don’t be shy about what you think. Negative or positive, I want to hear it in detail and depth!

Exodus 21/22-24.

“If men struggle with each other and strike a woman with child so that she gives birth prematurely, yet there is no injury, he shall surely be fined as the woman’s husband may demand of him, and he shall pay as the judges decide. But if there is any further injury, then you shall appoint as a penalty life for life, eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot, burn for burn, wound for wound, bruise for bruise.”

In all my life, I never actually knew what this verse said. Basically, it’s this: If in a struggle you harm a pregnant women or her fetus then you will suffer a similar fate. That’s it! I had always thought that this retribution was meant for any injury to anyone, but it is obvious with all the preceding passages that this is not really so. It seems only a protection for pregnancy. Actually if you read it carefully, it seems more of a protection for the husband because he is the one to make any demand for compensation. Now Christians may say that she is still the one covered, but ask yourselves this. If the man doing the knocking down is the husband, does she still have the protection? My cynical bastard of a heart doubts it. It really does.

Abortion is inevitably a contentious topic in our pro-choice and anti-choice world. It is the 800 pound gorilla in the room that everyone will talk about, but seldom outside of well trod paths. The left has their clearly defined mantras and the right… is bat-shit insane, I mean, has theirs too.  We as a society need to step outside these boundaries, and taking an untravelled path bothers me not a whit. More people need to.

Look at the verse again. This passage would seem to place a value on the fetus, and for the Christians this gives them yet another divine rational for their stances, however extreme. To them this is clearly a divine prohibition against abortion, a prohibition backed by the death penalty readily explaining the murders of several family planning doctors around the country in the last twenty years. Let me be clear here. I don’t now and never will give two shits about what Zeus, Apollo, Shiva, Thor, Baal, Garfield the cat, Archie Andrews, or any other fictional character thinks of abortion or any other topic. Casper the Friendly Ghost’s opinion on global warming or economic collapse or abortion is less than useless, as is Yahweh the Unfriendly God’s. Fiction is fiction.

That said, I believe it is a mistake to give a fetus no value whatsoever. It is wrong for the pro-choice side of the issue to be reluctant to grant these on the basis of the slippery slope argument. We are screwing up here. Bear with me please. Fetuses who are wanted or who are going to be born need to have rights and protections. A pregnant woman bringing a child to term cannot have the right to drink or do drugs at will for this can certainly negatively affect her child, a future citizen. On the other hand, men cannot get away with hitting or abusing women and causing abortions then only being charged with simple assault.

Historically, pro-choice has gotten by part of this issue by the declaration that the rights of the fetus and the right of the mother are synonymous. The mother has full authority to decide the fate of the child. To a large extent, I have to agree. The woman being the most affected by any choice made, must be the arbiter of her own life and any life she chooses to bring in the world. But the choice not to terminate the pregnancy must be one of great responsibility. Once the mother decides to carry that child into the world, she must also bear the burden of taking care of herself thus taking care of her child, a future sentient being. Any person thrown unasked into this world must have as a basic protection the right to come in with as clean a slate as possible, and this right must be carefully enshrined in our culture and law. If you have ever seen the terrible results of Fetal Alcohol Syndrome or infant meth addiction, you’ll know how horrifying this issue can be. These cases — cases where a fully developed child not can result but will result — must be viewed differently. An unwanted fetus is just that, a mere collection of cells, but one that will soon to be a person has to have protections under our law.  It is foolish to demand that every fetus be born, but it’s essential to demand that every fetus that will be born be given every protection possible.

Some of the rationale for this is our human right to put value into the things we choose, but a larger part is society’s responsibility to future human beings who will one day live independent lives in this world. The case where they will live in this world is vastly more important than if they will not.  Abortion isn’t the important issue here.  Caring for the multitudes who are brought into this beautiful world is.

In addition, it is the right of the mother to put great value on a fetus in an effort to bring it to term. One of the great things about superstition-free humanity is that we can deem as worthy the things we choose. Although I am a firm believer of a biologically and naturally selected morality, I also believe that we value many things because we make a choice, a choice of what to treasure.  This is the true potential of humanity, not blind faith in a bronze-age work of fiction.  The beauty about atheism is that we are not shackled to a cold hard God who tortures people for violations of arcane laws or slays sentient beings because of sexual preference. Theists fear this liberation assuming as correct their religion’s gloomy view of humankind. That is humans without God will rapidly devolve into savagery. History shows me that the opposite is more often true. This freedom terrifies them, but I find it quite liberating. I and society as a whole says what is moral behavior and what is not. Regardless of what many think, this is what we have always done. It’s just that in the past, for good or ill, we have limited ethical authority to a class of priests. But no longer. Now there is no need to reckon back to savage laws written before concepts such as democracy and equality were invented. We as society choose to place value in a fetus that will eventually become a fellow member, but only then. Without that choice and without that future a fetus is nothing more that a few cells.

It comes down to this. If children are to be born and assume their burden of existence, then every care must be taken for their well being. Life is difficult enough without having the deck stacked against them. But if they are not to be born, they are not to be, end of story. Whether we are going to have a healthy functional human being at the end or just dead matter isn’t the issue. Either is more acceptable than having a neglected, abused and dysfunctional person damaged from a lack of love or care or caution.

Intentions and results are everything. Fertilization and conception are nothing. A fetus’s importance or value lies in its outcome not in its origin.

The Best Thing Ever!

I know most of you have seen this already.  Pharyngula and others posted it two days ago and I am far behind the times.  Screw it! Here it is again.  This is nearly the coolest video I’ve seen, and it actually gets me quite emotional.  I’ve seen it three times.  Never has someone done so well explaining how I truly feel.  Watch.  Please. Watch.

My god! My god! It’s full of stars.  Oh, and I love the Rutger Hauer/Blade Runner clip in the middle.  Genius!

“God Lays Down the Law!” or “Selling Your Daughter as a Sex Slave for Fun and Profit!”

This pretty much sums it all up!

We have come to the rules section of Exodus, and holy sheep shit, Batman, there are a lot of them!  God (Moses) thrusts his demands upon his people for how they live their life.  I’m not sure how many of you have read these lately so let me assure you that they’re not exactly up to today’s ethical standards. In fact on first reading, God’s law truly appears barbaric.  Imagine!  It lays out how to sell daughters into slavery for a lack-of-Christ’s sake! How many ways can one actually take that.  One can so easily fall into a basic loathing of every word here, but that would be a mistake. It’s true that as decrees of divine revelation, these are nothing more than individual turds in one vast steaming pile of shit. Any powerful god who sets these as the basic rules for humanity is an unadulterated asshole… with hemorrhoids!

But! But, if you take the God element out of this event and assume these rules were put forth by a group of people struggling out of the darkness of savagery as the Hebrews were, then it’s more enlightened than we give it credit for. Sure, it deals with slavery, but it does put some limits on what can be done. Not many, but  a few. Sure, it treats women as property to be bought and sold but gives them some basic protections, very very basic protections. It also deals brutishly with murders and injury but it does deal with them. These are rules that people progressing towards civilization make, and as that, they are a good starting point. As normal human made laws these were a step, albeit small, in the right direction.

As laws that perfection handed down from on high?  Think about it. What kind of omnipotent jackass would think the cursing your father or mother deserves death. What kind of divine butt plug condones beating slaves to death.  But I get ahead of myself here, and we need to go in some semblance of order.  Organization, never my strong suit. Sorry.

First, I encourage you all to read this entire section on your own. Exodus 21 and part of 22. It’s… interesting. Um… Yeah, that’s it. Interesting.  Kind of like the Chinese curse kind of interesting, “May you live in interesting times.”

It starts with slavery.  If one ever wonders why slavery persisted as long as it did in our culture, one need look no further than this section.  There can be little argument about the Bible turning a blind eye to slavery.  By all accounts if you take this book as divine and inerrant revelation then God loves slavery.  No questions. But with minor limits.

These are all limitations on the owners of Hebrew slaves regarding their treatment. Note that this only regards Hebrew slaves. Slaves of other ethnicities aren’t protected by these rules. I’d imagine life was at least a little tougher for them and likely much tougher. Hebrew men can only serve for six years. On the seventh year they must be set free. That’s not bad, and is much like the terms of indentured servitude in Colonial America.  But this was just for men. Women… Uh no. If men come with a wife, they can leave with her, but if he gets a wife while living as a slave, he must leave alone. His only stated option here is to leave her or opt to be a slave forever. Some choice huh? Either abandon wife and children or accept the yoke until death.  Period.  Not a great legal paradigm by our standards, but for the times, it was a likely masterpiece of liberal thought.

“If a man sells his daughter as a female slave, she is not to go free as the male slaves do  If she is displeasing in the eyes of her master who designated her for himself, then he shall let her be redeemed. He does not have authority to sell her to a foreign people because of his unfairness to her.  If he designates her for his son, he shall deal with her according to the custom of daughters. If he takes to himself another woman, he may not reduce her food, her clothing, or her conjugal rights. If he will not do these three things for her, then she shall go out for nothing, without payment of money.”

Female sex slaves who the master isn’t attracted to can “be redeemed” and cannot be sold to foreigners. This would seem to mean that she could be purchased by someone else, but how likely that is I couldn’t say. But the prohibition against selling her to foreigners is a manner of protection, for it’s more than likely there would have been better treatment for Hebrew slaves owned by Hebrews. Of course this protection really says that she can only be repeatably raped by a Hebrews and not those filthy Canaanites.  She has no protection whatsoever against unwilling sexual advances by her Hebrew master nor any on being sold to another Hebrew against  her wishes to be raped by him. Keep in mind that these are small protections not great ones.

The only truly merciful appearing item here is that if she is purchased for his son she is to be treated like a daughter.  This is better, but judging by how many ancient cultures treated their daughters, I am unsure how good this will actually be.

It’s the last that I find most interesting. If her master grows tired of her and finds himself another slave to pillage, he cannot just throw her out. She must be fed and clothed and has a right to demand her yearly allotment of the bump and grind… If she so chooses.  If he reduces any of these things she can leave without any payment, although after many years faithful service both in bed and out, I’m unsure what prospects she would really have here, but it is an option. Not exactly the Equal Rights Amendment or Social Security, I am sure, but it does give the master some level of responsibility for her care.

Onto the limitations on injury and murder.

“He who strikes a man so that he dies shall surely be put to death. But if he did not lie in wait for him, but God let him fall into his hand, then I will appoint you a place to which he may flee. If, however, a man acts presumptuously toward his neighbor, so as to kill him craftily, you are to take him even from My altar, that he may die.”

Simple enough, right? Uh, no! If you lie in wait to kill someone you’ll be slain, but if God lets him fall into your hands then it’s only banishment. Why in the hell would God let someone fall into your hands for you to kill him? Goddamn, but the Bible isn’t just full of these little absurd and cruel treasures. This book becomes more entertaining and confusing each day! My study Bible makes a big distinction, as it should, between premeditated murder and manslaughter. Every civilized country on earth does the same thing. But the wondrous part here is God is not only letting it happen but by all accounts actively willing it. My Bible, considered to be one of the most accurate translations available says “God let him fall into his hand” means that the event is beyond human control. That sounds reasonable. Right? But it then goes on to enlighten us further, “in modern legal terminology, an ‘act of God’” Isn’t this great? By any literal interpretation an Act of God means just that. God made it happen just like he makes the sun come up every day and brings earthquakes downs on Haitian children because their great x 8 grandfathers consorted with the devil. The great and all-powerful Oz, I mean God, throws the victim into the situation where he’ll be murdered and then banishes the tool he used to do the deed. Genius if you think about it. You have to admit that it takes one hell of mind to arrange all that and then avoid any responsibility what-so-ever.  God’s a hell of a con artist.

Yahweh may not be decent or just, but at least there is a level of consistency here, and isn’t that what we really look for in our relationships. In the words of Garfield the Cat ” People don’t want nice. They want consistency”  And if you read consistency to mean consistently arbitrary, consistently cruel and consistently frakking insane then God’s got it all.  Let’s all sing along! “If you’re a bastard and you know it, clap your hands.” Clap Clap.

Immediately after this enlightened piece of legislation is this “He who strikes his father or his mother shall surely be put to death.” Seems a little harsh but wait, it gets worse for a verse later is this litigious gem. “He who curses his father or his mother shall surely be put to death.” So not only is it a capital crime to strike them but it’s fatal to even curse at them. Wow! See, this is why the Bible is such a great ethical guide. Not only does wisdom seep from it’s pages, but mercy and justice are such virtues. Fathers can sell their daughter into lives of drudgery and rape and make nothing but profit, but if the aggrieved daughter curses them for their horrid decision, she can be slain. Nay, must be slain on the spot. Now if that isn’t fair and balanced, I just don’t know what is. This is “fair and balanced” just like Fox News. I’ve wondered for some time which guide Fox has used for journalistic integrity. Now we know.

I hate to quote all of these verses but damned if they aren’t all wonderful examples of what a jackass the Judeo-Christian God is.  Look at this one. “If a man strikes his male or female slave with a rod and he dies at his hand, he shall be punished. “If, however, he survives a day or two, no vengeance shall be taken; for he is his property.” Just remember kids, if you’re into beating your slaves to death just don’t do it too efficiently. WTF? What kind of shrunken nut sack would it take to ever consider this to be justice? You can’t reduce a female slave’s food ration but you can beat her to death as long as you just take awhile doing it. And some people say there are no moral or logical inconsistencies in the Bible… Yeah.

But to counter that shit-assed crazy notion is the comparatively appropriate, “If a man strikes the eye of his male or female slave, and destroys it, he shall let him go free on account of his eye. And if he knocks out a tooth of his male or female slave, he shall let him go free on account of his tooth.” Um… What? Let me see here. Destroying eyes… bad. Knocking out teeth… bad! Beating them into a coma resulting in death? Meh. Not so bad.

And some people have the nerve to wonder why I’m an atheist. After such “divine revelations”, atheism is so clear… and logical… and ethical.

Shit!  I’ve seen better ‘recipes’ for life  on the back of tuna cans.

Happy (Belated) Halloween

Yeah. yeah. I know.  On time as ever.  But I just wanted to show you my costume.  Our neighbors, the marine recruiters in town, always have a great Halloween bash.  Marines know how to party.  Damn, do they ever.  Everyone dresses up and has a wonderful time.  The food is good the beer is great.

Guess who we went as.  Hmm?

Those pesky nail holes take forever to heal and dig the crown of thorns.

Yep! you guessed it.  Jesus Christ and Mary Magdalene.

I just figured that he was the scariest monster I could think of.  Except for his dad.  I wonder if they make a Yahweh costume?  I’ll have to look into that for next year.  My wife enjoyed the Mary Magdalene bit.  It was either that or she’d have gone as a roman soldier with a hammer and nails.

Let me tell you, I had a great time getting into character.  Let’s just say Jesus likes to party.  Why is Jesus fat and old, you ask?  Why that whole crucifixion thing was just a cover story.  Mary and I actually retired to Sodom and Gomorrah and have been having a ball ever since.   Um? Never mind.

I seriously considered shaving my head so I could strip off the wig and spend half the night as Buddha.  A great two for one deal, I must say.  Alas, I did not.  The highlight of the evening?  It’d have to be when Jesus had to sing karaoke “Halo” by Beyonce, a song I’d never heard before.  Needless to say, I entertained everyone with my rousing rendition.  And I had only had three beers by this time.  Honestly!

As the evening progressed, Jesus saw the wisdom in shaving.

Christian mythology seemed to be somewhat of a theme here.

You know, this religion stuff ain’t all that bad.

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