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Toto, We’re Not In Kansas Anymore! Oh, Wait… Shit I Am.


Why?? Because I can.

Hey all.  just a quick note to let you know that the Blessed Atheist/KKBundy/Waylon (Damn, I’m getting too many names) is presently in Kansas City and will be for the next ten days.  I’ll be sitting through ten straight days of OSHA law classes. Ugh!  I imagine my days won’t exactly be riveting but hey, after Exodus and Leviticus I am well versed in useless legal bullshit.  But still pity me. Please!

And if any reader happens to live nearby I’d love to hear from them.  I know the chance is slim, but hey, you never know.  Drop me a comment here and maybe we can have a couple of beers and commiserate over the fate of humanity.

If not I’ll work on writing more.  That should be great.  Days filled with modern senseless legalese followed by nights filled with ancient senseless legalese.

I hope I survive.

 

And because I still can here are a couple more Jesus related Demotivational Posters.

 

Moses and Yahweh, Lost In Translation.


Moses, now having The Lord Genocide’s precise instructions on how to live and more importantly, how to build great altars and temples to He Who Shall Not Be Named ( I am just Shittin’ ya. It’s God.) is instructed by God that he should move on. Unfortunately, like a cuckolded lover, God is still pouting from the Hebrews affair with that Golden Hussy from the last few chapters. We all know the old saying, “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,” which — I’ll try to be diplomatic here — may or may not be true, except for God. No one can throw quite such a dumb-assed hissy fit quite like Our Lord God when people aren’t falling all over themselves in adulation. That shit-ass takes every perceived slight way too seriously and gets worked up over the smallest of things. Eye just one golden bovine while walking through the mall and Bam! All the sudden, he wants to kill you and everyone you know. Shit dude, lighten up a bit. I was just looking for Baal’s sake! It’s not like you caught me in a Motel 6 rubbing oil on her udders.

So God wants the Hebrews to move on. I’m not really sure why as he doesn’t actually want them to get to the Promised land for another 39 years, but nevertheless, he demands they move and wander around for another few decades, and they do. Have you ever noticed how Yahweh’s not into just giving gifts but instead makes people suffer for everything they get? So they go, but he refuses to go with them. I told you he was a pouty little bitch. Just look.

“Go up to a land flowing with milk and honey; for I will not go up in your midst, because you are an obstinate people, and I might destroy you on the way.”

Now I’m not sure I know what that means but it sure sounds to me like Yahweh has a bit of a temper, and like a mother who has had a very bad day, he doesn’t trust himself around his children. “If I gotta stop this caravan, your all going to be sorry!” You ever think that there are some beings, divine or not, who should never be parents? This entire concept is reinforced by the next line.

When the people heard this sad word, they went into mourning, and none of them put on his ornaments. For the Lord had said to Moses, “Say to the sons of Israel, ‘You are an obstinate people; should I go up in your midst for one moment, I would destroy you. Now therefore, put off your ornaments from you, that I may know what I shall do with you.’” So the sons of Israel stripped themselves of their ornaments, from Mount Horeb onward.

So not only does he doubt his self control– notice how it changed from “might” to “would” –but takes away their ipods and jewelry. Apparently, he’s using that old parental maxim handed down through the ages, If dad’s pissed, everyone suffers… and perhaps, dies! His feeling are hurt and he’s not ashamed to let everyone know… then threaten to kill them for it. Now don’t get me wrong. I’m all for getting things off your chest, but that seems to take it a wee bit too far. Seldom do my crying jags end in bloody rampages.  Well, um… Yeah, seldom.

I’m just sayin’.

What we need here is a kind of Divine Prozac, a Mega Marijuana, or perhaps, a Holy Hashish, anything to get Yahweh in a better mood. Hell, while we’re dreaming lets’ get him something for all those obsessive-compulsive, bi-polar and schizophrenic traits too. Wow! That’d be the drug to end all drugs. It’d make heroin look like a placebo.

The only problem is that with that asshole, I’m sure it have to be administered hourly… as a suppository.

Any volunteers?

Anyway, Moses has built a special tent where he meets God on a regular basis. This is a particularly funny part.

Now Moses used to take the tent and pitch it outside the camp, a good distance from the camp, and he called it the tent of meeting And everyone who sought the LORD would go out to the tent of meeting which was outside the camp. And it came about, whenever Moses went out to the tent, that all the people would arise and stand, each at the entrance of his tent, and gaze after Moses until he entered the tent. Whenever Moses entered the tent,the pillar of cloud would descend and stand at the entrance of the tent; and the LORD would speak with Moses. When all the people saw the pillar of cloud standing at the entrance of the tent, all the people would arise and worship, each at the entrance of his tent. Thus the LORD used to speak to Moses face to face, just as a man speaks to his friend. When Moses returned to the camp, his servant Joshua, the son of Nun, a young man, would not depart from the tent.

I think this passage says much about Moses and the writer’s need to show him back in control. The rebellion is over, beyatches.  Moses won.  The people all obey him for he is the only one who remains in God’s favor. Don’t believe me? Just ask him. God actually listens to him. Somedays, he and The Lord Genocide just sit around shooting the shit and getting high. “Thus the LORD used to speak to Moses face to face, just as a man speaks to his friend.” Yeah just like a friend… Who appears in the form of a cloud… and who’s mere visage can be fatal… and who regularly threatens to kill everyone you know. Yeah, I got a lot of friends like that.

The old saying has never been more true. With a friend like Yahweh, who needs enemies.

BTW, anyone else notice the young man who would not leave Moses tent. Can you say Boytoy? I knew you could.  Seemingly, Ted Haggard was just following an ancient tradition.

But to further the idea that Moses and the priesthood in general are absolutely essential, Moses is constantly finding it necessary to intercede for the Hebrews to change God’s malevolent little mind for Mister Pouty Lip is constantly wanting to kill them. The writer of Exodus tries so very hard to show how essential the priesthood is. Shit like the following litters the pages of Exodus.

Then he (Moses) said to Him, “If Your presence does not go with us, do not lead us up from here. “For how then can it be known that I have found favor in Your sight, I and Your people? Is it not by Your going with us, so that we, I and Your people, may be distinguished from all the other people who are upon the face of the earth?” The LORD said to Moses, “I will also do this thing of which you have spoken; for you have found favor in My sight and I have known you by name.”

Sheesh! I know that the common consensus today is that Exodus was not written by Moses himself and was likely written much later, but some of this positively smacks of a great degree of self-aggrandizement as if Moses was padding out his celestial resume.  1354 BCE — Became God’s best friend.   1356 BCE — Cured cancer  1357.  BCE — Saved the Hebrews… Again!  These pages are so full of conceit that a part of me screams that a man named Moses must have had something to do with it’s writing. A chorus of voices in the back of my head demand that this asshole has pulled off the greatest scam of all-time. Just read the self serving propaganda through these chapters and judge for yourself. It reminds me of all that shit Stalin used to personally write for Pravda regarding himself.

“Should you feel tired at a time when a man should not be tired, think of him — of Stalin – and work will become easier. Should you be at a loss as to how you should act, think of him — of Stalin – and your decision will be the right one.”

Yeah. When I have a difficult personal decision to make I always use the old “What Would Stalin Do?” wisdom which, of course, mostly boiled down to “Kill the fuckers!” Then again is it any different from using the wisdom of the incestuous son of another mass murderer? At any rate according to themselves, both Stalin and Moses made life better… um?; they both had violent purges of dissidents; they both ruled by terror and fear and they both thought they talked to God. That is Stalin thought he was god and talked to himself in the shower every morning, and Moses thought he was God’s best friend which, when referring to imaginary beings, comes out to be pretty much the same thing.

It brings to mind other possible similarities. Most people are aware that Stalin is not his birth name. He was born with the fine sounding handle of Yosif Vissarionovich Dzugashvili. Understandably, he realized early that to go far in politics and genocide, he needed a name that didn’t sound like someone pissing on a fence. He required something that would bolster his image, something manly, “steel”. Stalin is Russian for steel, the Man of Steel. In light of their other similarities, I’m sure that “Moses” is really an archaic Hebrew word for “He with the Large Dick”.

That or it could mean “I am a huge Prick”.

Translations can be a bitch.

The Golden Calf And Divine Schizophrenia


Adequate substitutes for God: a golden calf, a pigs head and scrapings from the cat box.

Ah!  After long and fruitless searches through the deserts of Exodus, we have come upon our promised land.  No, it’s not the promised land of the Hebrews for that is a few books further along, but it is our promised land, a chapter in the Bible that is actually interesting.  I know!  I know!  After that long list of temple building and other excrement, I, too, thought we’d never get here, but Exodus 33 is a real story with a plot and everything.  Oh, never fear, it’s still quite ridiculous with fantastically twisted logic and plot holes we could throw Aaron through.  But as any long time reader of this blog knows, these are the parts I most enjoy, parts we can point at and laugh, parts in which it defies common sense to believe, parts that require one to only pull their head out of their ass a little way before they come to a WTF moment.  Damn, are we going to have fun.

Now when the people saw that Moses delayed to come down from the mountain, the people assembled about Aaron and said to him, “Come, make us a god who will go before us; as for this Moses, the man who brought us up from the land of Egypt, we do not know what has become of him.”  Aaron said to them, “Tear off the gold rings which are in the ears of your wives, your sons, and your daughters, and bring them to me.”  Then all the people tore off the gold rings which were in their ears and brought them to Aaron. He took this from their hand, and fashioned it with a graving tool and made it into a molten calf; and they said, “This is your god, O Israel, who brought you up from the land of Egypt.”  Now when Aaron saw this, he built an altar before it; and Aaron made a proclamation and said, “Tomorrow shall be a feast to the Lord.”

Allow me to paraphrase. Moses has been on the mountain for forty days making up shit and learning how to chisel  stone tablets… um, I mean, of course, talking with God.  Meanwhile his people, bored without him ask Aaron to make them another God for as every one knows that when your first imaginary friend proves inept, just make another out of what ever you have lying around. Aaron takes everybody’s gold and fashions a calf out of it.  Everyone gives offerings and a great time ensues. Sound about right?  Most of us have heard this story before, myself included, but have never really thought about what this honestly means.

So let’s think about this now. The Hebrews have worshipped Yahweh since their release from Egypt.  Great miracles were supposedly preformed by his priests and terrible plagues were laid upon Egypt proving his magnificence as a deity, yet as soon as Moses is gone for a few days, they all turn rapidly to another god to lead them from here on.  Yeah… Yahweh was so powerful and magnificent that as soon as they are alone for a few minutes, the Hebrews manufacture a different God out a few baubles and proceed to merrily worship it?  Even more interesting is that they seem quite as convinced of the divinity of this hand-made statue as they were with “real” Yahweh. WTF!   By left testicle of Christ, they supposedly just saw Yahweh in all is smoky glory on the mountain.  How in the hell were they convinced of this new god’s authority so easily.  Could they really see so little difference between the real Yahweh and the false Calf?  Allow me to say that judges of character, they were not.

Well, there is one perfectly plausible answer here, so let me state this bluntly.  The only reasonable way to look at this is that Yahweh’s actual majesty was so pathetically inadequate that without Moses, the demagogue, around to browbeat his cult into obedience, God himself could be replaced without a problem…  by a fucking statue!  Really?  The great and mighty lord God can convincingly be usurped by a rough carving of a young goddamned cow in a few days?  You’d think that if he had actually been baddass enough and truly proved to all the people that he was The God with all those miracles, they would be reluctant to piss him off, but… not so much. Obviously, he never made much of an impression on the Hebrews, and his “miracles” were even paltrier than we had first imagined.  Moses’ God was and is all smoke and mirrors piled with bullshit.  What a wanker!

But now he’s pissed!  How dare a people worship some other wanker God in place of his superior wankerosity.  For this slight, God, the ever merciful, tells Moses that he will destroy the Hebrews for their sin.

 The Lord said to Moses, “I have seen this people, and behold, they are an obstinate people. ”Now then let Me alone, that My anger may burn against them and that I may destroy them; and I will make of you a great nation.”

If the Hebrews refuse to follow his every whim then he will annihilate them.  Yeah… Isn’t that how everyone raises their children?  Unfortunately, the old “Obey my every whim or you’re dead,” path to a righteous life is well trodden. But Moses doesn’t want the destruction of his people. Who in the hell is he going to push around if the Hebrews are no more?

 Then Moses entreated the Lord his God, and said, “O Lord, why does Your anger burn against Your people whom You have brought out from the land of Egypt with great power and with a mighty hand? ”Why should the Egyptians speak, saying, ‘With evil intent He brought them out to kill them in the mountains and to destroy them from the face of the earth’? Turn from Your burning anger and change Your mind about doing harm to Your people. ”Remember Abraham, Isaac, and Israel, Your servants to whom You swore by Yourself, and said to them, ‘I will multiply your descendants as the stars of the heavens, and all this land of which I have spoken I will give to your descendants, and they shall inherit it forever.’”  So the Lord changed His mind about the harm which He said He would do to His people.

God changed his mind… What?  God, all-seeing, all-knowing and perfect, flies off the handle and is going to kill everyone, but then Moses puts him through a little anger management therapy and God changes his mind. Changes his mind?  Will someone please tell me how perfection changes its mind?  Was he out of control?  Can perfection fly into a rage? Did he actually forget his promise to Abraham?  Did he make a mistake in judgement?  My paltry moral compass would indicate that flying into a rage and wanting to kill all the people you professed to love just a few weeks before is certainly a mistake in judgement, but Perfection doesn’t make mistakes.  That’s the definition of perfection — never ever ever making a mistake!  So how did Moses, a mere human, persuade his God, the perfect, not to act out the genocide he had set his mind to?  It’s a puzzle to be sure.

Obviously, I suspect, nay, insist that down deep Moses and his God are the same person, a sort of divine schizophrenia.  As with all religions, the voices Moses hears in his head are simply his own.  Moses’ God is an echo of Moses himself. But isn’t this the basis of all religion, an internal and wholly invisible voice telling us what we want to hear.

Not always, I understand.  But those two voices, the angelic and the devilish, we tend to imagine on opposite shoulders are really just that, imagined.  The voices we ascribe to conscience or God are really just echos of us, wisps of ourselves trying to find our way through the situations in life.  The voice of God that all Christians think of as thunderous and deafening is really just the quiet depths of our own little brain whispering its subconscious desires.  The “angel” whispers of desire to protect those we love and to conform to our society to fit in.  The “Devil” whispers to us of ways to get ahead of the crowd, to take what we may not have earned, to lie and cheat and steal.  This is the product of our evolution, a games theory approach to passing on our genes.  We strive to fit in and obey the mores of the group to succeed in mating and have offspring, but at the same time we are always on the lookout for the easy path, the quick fix, a cheat code to life. Now, cheating is inherently destructive to the group and only so much of it can be selected for, but evolution will never eliminate it entirely for it can be a very successful shortcut.

These “voices” are a normal part of being human and can lead to both good and bad, but when you consider them to be the voice of God greater evil can result.  When you ascribe to God the moral wrestlings of your own conscience, you open the door to horrors and atrocities.  Instead of looking on these internal conversations as the flawed workings of their own mind trying to find the best path in life, people can now view them as the divine wisdom of a perfect God. This allows the justification of nearly any action, any crime. A look at history will show what outrages we are capable with God in mind.  Our past is littered with barbarities committed by people who thought they carried the will of one god or another.

God said it.  It must be true.

Only God didn’t say anything.  We did.  The words we hear urging us into one course of action or the other isn’t God and the Devil pushing us into the role of saint or sinner. All the good and evil, all the virtue and vice, all the saintliness and bastardy that flow through our brain in the course of our life are not God or the Satan.

It’s us, all us.  We are angels and we are devils, divine and demonic.   We are large.  We contain multitudes. For good and ill, we are legion. It’s time we started accepting our schizophrenic nature for what it is and take responsibility for our actions.

Faith is not doubting that voice in your head.  Faith is mistaking that voice, that echo of yourself, for the perfect wisdom of a nonexistent being.  Reason is understanding that we contain no perfection, that every thought and desire we have is suspect.

Faith is the way backward.  Reason is the way forward. It’s time to choose.

Book Review — The Watchman’s Rattle: Thinking Our Way Out Of Extinction by Rebecca D. Costa


Every now and then, for a variety of reasons, a book stands out to me as either a major paradigm shift and therefore so important that everyone on earth should read it, or it contains as a such a grand and systemic review of what brings us to our present that everyone on earth should read it.  Both type of books are so important to who we are and where we are going that I cannot over stress the effect they have on me.  For the first category, books like Jared Diamond’s Guns, Germs and Steel and Collapse shine forth.  Now I read a lot and it’s a rare book that will show me the world in such a way that, in addition to ringing true, I will have never considered anything close to that viewpoint before.  They both had completely new ideas on every page for me.  I couldn’t put those two down, and in fact, I start reading Collapse to my son this afternoon.

In the category showing us how we all got to this point, the example that comes most firmly to mind is Bryson’s A Short History of Nearly Everything.  People may laugh at this choice but I can recall few other books that even approach its ability to show the sheer humanity involved in science.  With humor and an irreverent awe, Bryson shows us our world in a level of detail that thrills me.  I’ve read this book three times and most strongly recommend it to anyone even remotely interested in a history of science.

Does The Watchman’s Rattle live up to these books?  Could  it possibly reach the bar set so high by it’s predecessors?  Goddamn it!  That’s what I’ve been trying to figure out these last few days.  Thus far I just don’t know.   At times, brilliant, at others, provoking, the book lunges through ideas like mega-churches through money, thrilling me with the scope and grandeur of the work and convincing me of its authenticity.    Then I’ll stumble upon one little section, sometimes only a phrase that will cast the rest of it in doubt.  Provoking, it is.  Truths, both massive and new, are woven throughout.

But is it an accurate vision of our past and future?  Well… Beats the hell out of me, and not just because I can’t see the future. It’s more because I can’t see that what she lays out as solutions aren’t just panaceas created out of a hope for humankind to survive.  I just don’t know.  More research will have to be done.  At the very least, this is a book that I will be chewing through for a very long time.  That alone should recommend it to many of you.

The Watchman’s Rattle thoroughly discusses the problems facing mankind but not the common problems we are all used to hearing about.  Oh sure, climate change, overpopulation and dwindling natural resources are all mentioned, but these are not the root of the problem.  According to Costa, the root of humankind’s problems and the reasons so many civilizations have fallen is that they have all reached a “cognitive limit”  on what they could figure out.  Every civilization reaches a point where the complexity of its troubles becomes too great for merely human brains to figure out.  Once a people’s troubles become too complex for our brains using knowledge, they revert to beliefs or faith in what they cannot prove to help them.  Any reader of this blog will understand my horror of that.

Is this true?  Not being an expert, my opinion here must be taken appropriately, but this rings so true it hurts.  As our own world grows in complexity and the problems we face today look too impossibly convoluted to solve, I see many people reverting to belief or faith only because it’s simpler and easier.  The world has become so specialized that a mere human could never hope to understand everything even in their specialized field.  Therefore, we must increasingly rely on experts and specialists to guide us, but there is growing resistance.  The acrimonious debate over climate change is a prime example.  Many are no longer willing to turn over complicated science to the experts but demand, without merit, that they can understand it too.  But to truly understand it would take years of study that virtually none aren’t willing to put in.  So they espouse a belief that it isn’t true and find erratic bits of evidence to support that belief… or just make shit up.

They haven’t expanded their knowledge to encompass the problem.  They have dumbed down the problem to fit readily on a neat shelf within their own minds comfortably resting next to similar beliefs about pollution, abortion and God. If it’s too hard to understand the problem just believe you do.  It won’t solve anything but will give you some smug satisfaction and superiority over the so-called experts.

In a nut shell, this is the root of the problems in The Watchman’s Rattle.  Costa then breaks these down into separate “supermemes” that humanity tends to fall into that support belief over knowledge.  I can’t get into the specifics here only because I couldn’t do them justice.  Suffice it to say that people often prefer the simpler solution over the right one.  And look around.  Can anyone really argue with that assessment?  Shit no!

It’s not her analysis of the problem that I find difficult.  I think she is spot on there, one of the best I’ve read.  My trouble lies with her optimism for overcoming the problem.  This is very reliant on altering human behavior and cognition through a variety of ways, most of which would be considered speculative to say the least.  She finds the most comfort in the studies of “insight”, the brain’s way of unconsciously arriving at conclusions without apparent effort.  Now I admit, this area does fascinate me and perhaps we can study and control this mental ability better, but to hold on to it as tightly as she does makes me lose hope in our future rather than gain it.  The study of insight is at it very beginning and I think that most of what we could infer here could safely be labeled unproven.

My opinion here is not helped by what I consider the weakest part of the book, that is its reliance on single very controversial demonstrations of how we are missing the boat.  These go by with hardly a word of explanation, but raise the hackles on the back of my neck.  Events like NASA research into spaced based power systems are brought forth as near perfect solutions to today’s problems that we are missing because of our inability to accept new things.  Um… Maybe… Someday.  Does she have any idea what it would take to get a system up and running, even a prototype?  She falls victim to her own list of human frailties by grandly simplifying an unbelievably complex and unproven system into something to be taken for granted.  There are other similar issues.  I could have made this book three times as good by simply going through and editing out two pages of speculation as fact.

In all truth Costa’s book holds close to the fine edge between genius and fantasy.  I just wish I could better judge which side of that line she is on.  I am not into woo.  I hate the stuff and my woo detectors are generally pretty effective at sniffing out bullshit, but here, I am just not sure.  What do I rate it?  Ask me tomorrow and again next week and I’ll likely have different answers for you.  For making me think… A ten!  For bringing forth an original statement of the problems facing us… a ten!

I wish I could stop there, but alas.  The book is very thought provoking, very original.  This I can say without a doubt.  Is this an accurate roadmap to the future?  Sigh!  Rating that I’d have to give it somewhere between four and ten.  Don’t like my wishy-washy analysis? I don’t either.  It frustrates me that I can’t  accept it or throw it out.   I’ll tell you what.  Why don’t some of you read it and we all could discuss what the book really means.  At the very least, this book has provoked me to think and think hard, and that makes it worth reading right there.

So someone help me out here and tell me what you think.  I need someone to talk to about this.

Book Review: Pandora’s Seed — The Unforeseen Cost of Civilization.


at its essence, Pandora’s Seed is a cautionary tale regarding the history of the human race and the paths we have taken.  Author of the popular The Journey of Man, Spencer Wells’ newest book encompasses a wide scope, all the major forks we have come to in our cultural evolution. The book attempts to cover how the choices made millennia ago deeply affect every thing from obesity and mental illness to climate change and religious fundamentalism.  The scope is vast.  The depth is, unfortunately, is not. While the book in its smaller scale is admirably comprehensible for the general reader, the in-depth study I wished for is missing.  There really should be no diving signs posted around most of the chapters because I can easily see the bottom.  I’m not saying this is necessarily a bad thing, but I would have preferred to plumb the depths of this topic more thoroughly. There is plenty of good solid information.  I just rue the fact that there is not more.

The book wraps itself around the premise that human evolution selected for many characteristics in humanity that we no longer need, characteristics that are, in fact, detrimental to our current well being.  It’s a story we have heard many times before.  Millions of years of evolution shaped us to be hunter-gatherers, to live off complicated carbohydrates and meat, to survive in small social bands where everyone knew everyone else, where diseases were rare and not readily spread from clan to clan.  Our self-alteration into an agricultural-based society rapidly changed these constants and thereby altered humanity forever — for good and for ill.

Sensibly, Mr. Wells never advocates a return to a primitive lifestyle. His work suggests more of a careful study of how our cultural evolution is affecting our health and well being today as individuals as well as the health of society in general and the planet we live on. Starting with diet, Pandora’s Seed marches us through humanity’s difficulty in adapting our biology to modern diets and behaviors.  The rise in many chronic health concerns like diabetes, obesity and heart disease can be attributed to the change to agriculture some 10,000 years ago.  The prevalence of many of our infectious diseases today was caused by our long association with domesticated animals and hence their diseases and our need as a farming society to settle in larger and larger groups allowing new diseases to spread easily and rapidly.  These conclusions are well supported by the evidence and Wells does a fine job of arguing this case.

As the book progresses, however, it seems to become less scientific and more conjectural.  I understand that this is due to the author’s entire purpose of the book which is to show how our decisions today will affect not only our children but our descendants for thousands of years.  The purpose is admirable and lofty but the execution is less than stellar.  I felt the need to remind myself of this purpose periodically while reading, but that thread should have been woven obviously and bluntly throughout the narrative.  For instance, when he tells the tale of Mount Tambora exploding in 1815 ( A great tale which he tells well.) and drastically cooling the planet for the next year, I shouldn’t have to wonder why he’s relating this story.  It should be more obvious.

I agree with the concept  that decisions made 10,000 years ago affect who we are.  And, of course, decisions we make today will influence our descendants for dozens, if not hundreds of generations.  This theme should be central in the choices we make today, and Wells does try to get this across but with too loose of a narrative and questionable results.

It is not that I didn’t agree with what he was saying, or that I didn’t learn anything.  Quite the opposite, in fact.  It is just that each individual segment is well written, but taken as a whole, the work is not cohesive enough. It’s almost more of a series of essays than that a single work.  A stronger thread should have tied these widely disparate sections together.  Compared to Jared Diamond, the master of grandly unifying separate ideas, Wells’ book comes up as a distant second.  Cohesion is difficult for many authors, myself included.  I understand.  But in works of this scope, differences in cohesion is the difference between average works like this and masterworks like Gun’s Germs and Steel and Collapse.

I give it six Blessed A’s out of ten.

As an aside, I must relate a discovery I made here.  In the chapter on disease, Wells mentions a researcher at the NIH by the name of Deirdre Joy.  This name rang something in my poorly contrived mind and after a few pages I had to turn back and look again.  I knew a Deirdre Joy in the Peace Corps in the Central African Republic where I served. She was an amazingly competent and funny woman with a blistering wit which could wash away most opponents in a few short words. To be fully honest, I had a complete crush on her and followed her around rather pathetically until it was stated to me in a politely blunt fashion that she wasn’t interested.  That did cool my ardor but not my admiration.  Searching on Google (what in the hell did we ever do before that arrived on the scene?) rapidly proved to me that there is only a single Deirdre Joy of note and that I certainly knew her.

At the risk of looking like a stalker, I also must admit to looking for a picture of her.  Now! Now! It’s not what you think!  As hard as I tried, I just couldn’t picture her.  Struggling mightily with my own brain gave me nothing.  I could see her gestures and hear a few witticisms she threw out.  But… Damn!  This is a woman who I… lusted after… yet aside from blond hair, my mind was completely empty.  Upon looking at her photo, however, the mental images came rushing back, but I must ask. Where the hell were they all that time?  Obviously, the neurons holding that information in an iron grip  had not died.  Were they misplaced, sleeping, being coy?  Were they shy?  Sigh!   If I could only call up all the shit I have stored in my head when I need it, I’d be a genius.  But no, I end up wandering warped and twisted cerebral hallways for days looking for the mental equivalent of lost sock.  If there is any better proof of not being designed by God, I have yet to hear it.

Anyway, I know it’s a bit rednecky but this is the first time I have read a book and found someone I actually knew in its pages.  I’m so happy.

Biblical Property Rights And The Price Of Virgins.


Not much to do with the post, but I like it anyway. Click to embiggen!

We finally continue our travels through the grand halls of Biblical law, laws handed to a beloved people by a benevolent God to guide them through troubled times.  These were great laws, laws of such majesty and scope that they have kept peace on Earth for three thousand years, laws which have aided humanity in its quest to discover the universe.  Here we shall cover the great Biblical teachings on the Germ Theory of Disease and the heliocentricity of the solar system. We shall see how God for little reason other than graciousness just gave us the Laws of Thermodynamics and Atomic Theory.  We shall…  Nah!  I’m just shitting you.  For the most part, these divine rules deal with the price of sheep and virgins.  And we all can see how laws regulating those are going to further humanity’s progress well into the Twenty-first century.

On the other hand I feel the need to be honest here. This next set of laws is an unusual mix for the Bible in that many of them actually make some degree of sense… Well, they make sense in a man-made, patriarchal, women are cattle kind of way.  With that in mind one can still view them through the historical lens of our species’ struggle to find some measure of order within its ranks.  These are laws which tend to act as a social lubricant to keep the various parts functioning, keep the rough edges of humanity from abrading each other too harshly, and as such, tended to do their job.  Many of them are not just or right by today’s lofty standards, but as judged by contemporary comparisons, these laws give the Hebrew society a rough and tumble structure within which they can carry on the day to day business without killing each other. In fact, this set only makes sense as a result humanity’s long and painful voyage of self discovery in a harsh world with no guidance.  Mere humanity battling its way through its own inept assholedness ( I made that up) could form laws such as these. Only a simple people trying to get a growing clan to not kill the others could invent rules such as these.

However, if you insist on demanding that these were handed down by perfect and all powerful Grand High Poobah of the universe then… well… they are seriously shit-assed crazy.  They merely trim off the roughest edges of barbarism and allow people to minimize the conflict between each other. They do little more than that. They are not lofty.  They are not greatly forward-looking.  They are so obviously not divine that it’s absurd to insist they are.  If someone continues to hold to the claim, they do not defend the idea of the divine but merely plunge the hypothesis into the ground. It would be a piss-poor God who could hand his purposely flawed creations shit like this yet pretend it’s roses.

Let’s take just a few and examine them closely.  Again, these are not major steps in jurisprudence.  Many fall firmly into the “Keep your Goddamned Cow off my lawn” or “Keep your phallus out of my daughter” variety.  Many others state the reparations due if your cow does wander onto my lawn or your phallus does wander into my daughter, wandering phalluses (phalli?)generally bringing higher prices than cows.

Exodus 22/5 If a man lets a field or vineyard be grazed bare and lets his animal loose so that it grazes in another man’s field, he shall make restitution from the best of his own field and the best of his own vineyard.

Or Exodus 22/16-17. If a man seduces a virgin who is not engaged, and lies with her, he must pay a dowry for her to be his wife.  If her father absolutely refuses to give her to him, he shall pay money equal to the dowry for virgins.

Again we see a strong propensity to view women as mere objects to be bartered and sold and only endowed with a monetary value to her father.  If some jackass comes and seduces a daughter, he owes little to her but much to the father, hardly an enlightened idea.  But through all this there are humanitarian gems… well, maybe more like pretty rocks.  Even the last line above has some potential for mercy.   If her father absolutely refuses to give her to the seducer, the seducer shall pay money equal to the dowry for virgins.  This does give a good father some leeway to find a better match for his daughter and gives her some breathing room for her supposed sin.   It’s not much, I understand, but it’s something.  At least they’re not burning her at the stake.  It just goes to show that if we set the bar low enough, we can find something of value.

Moreover, there are other passages here that positively smack of liberality.  Here:

If the thief is caught while breaking in and is struck so that he dies, there will be no bloodguiltiness on his account. But if the sun has risen on him, there will be bloodguiltiness on his account.

In essence, if you catch a thief in your house in the night you are excused it he ends up dead, but if you wait until daylight the killing will be considered murder.  Odd coming from the same book that people continually quote an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.  I’ll admit that it’s more liberal than I ever would have thought.  Damned ancient bleeding heart Hebrews screwing everything up!  Of course right after that is the statement He shall surely make restitution; if he owns nothing, then he shall be sold for his theft. Better than being beaten to death, but hardly something we follow today.  Aren’t there any literalist willing to pick up God’s banner here and carry it forward?  No?  Just not enough God fearing people, I guess.

And just look at the actual justice in these passages.

Exodus 23/1-9.  “You shall not bear a false report; do not join your hand with a wicked man to be a malicious witness. “You shall not follow the masses in doing evil, nor shall you testify in a dispute so as to turn aside after a multitude in order to pervert justice; nor shall you be partial to a poor man in his dispute. “If you meet your enemy’s ox or his donkey wandering away, you shall surely return it to him. “If you see the donkey of one who hates you lying helpless under its load, you shall refrain from leaving it to him, you shall surely release it with him. “You shall not pervert the justice due to your needy brother in his dispute.  “Keep far from a false charge, and do not kill the innocent or the righteous, for I will not acquit the guilty. “You shall not take a bribe, for a bribe blinds the clear-sighted and subverts the cause of the just. “You shall not oppress a stranger, since you yourselves know the feelings of a stranger, for you also were strangers in the land of Egypt.

Damn!  Read right, this is downright humane and achieves actual justice even by today’s standards.  Here’s stuff we could actually use in our century.  It’s not cold fusion or a cure for cancer, but it is enlightened.  Alas, its decency is swallowed by the other less humane passages.

Truly, the incongruity of some of these better verses with others before or after it is hilarious,  most often grimly hilarious but funny never-the-less.  For example, the passage following the payment due a father by the seducer is infamous  Exodus 22/18-20 “You shall not allow a sorceress to live followed by the perverted justice of Whoever lies with an animal shall surely be put to death.” And topped off by the loving declaration “He who sacrifices to any god, other than to the Lord alone, shall be utterly destroyed.” Whatever sum-bitch came up with these is one sick mother. And as usual, we are back to fire and brimstone, death and destruction.

But immediately after this are wonderful verses concerning the care of strangers and widows and orphans, truly enlightened verses showing the way to a kinder gentler Bible yet still dirtied by the horrors encasing them.  Like pearls in the manure pile, the good stuff is buried deeply in the rest of the shit. Sure! We can scrape it off, clean it up and still use the good stuff .  This is what most liberal Christians do, pick and choose from the best of what’s really there, and I have little problem with this.  If one wants to use the best parts but leave the rest of the decaying mass behind, that’s great. We should take the best of all literature and use it to enrich our lives. However, the fundamentalists are determined to prove it is all truth all the time. No questions allowed. No options either.  Just believe you bastards! Evangelicals use garbage like this as an excuse to spew hate and bigotry at any who oppose them. These are the bits that they can selectively bring out to condemn nearly anyone.

Doubt me?  How many sorceresses have been killed using just that first passage?  How many heretics have been burned at the stake in the last thousand years using the last?

It’s the rapid Biblical shifting back and forth, from good to evil that makes me a bit nauseous.  Please, take a look for yourselves. The more you read this book the more schizophrenic Yahweh becomes, and I certainly don’t mean some minor mood swings.  I mean a smearing bat-shit on your face kind of crazy.    The pages here virtually drip with frightening bipolar declarations which wind between the not too bad and totally fucking twisted with reckless abandon “Take care of all orphans and widows because God is mercifu… WTF!  What’s he doing?  Jesus Christ! Kill ‘im!  Kill ‘im now! Mother fu… Ah, look at the puppy.  Happy thoughts!”

Were God human, we’d have the little bastard stuffed in a straitjacket and padded cell… very securely locked, of course… and lots of medication.  But he’s God so his flaws are looked at as virtues.  His sociopathy is described as benevolence.  He becomes a superhero, a perfect being, the ultimate in divine goodness. What a load of shit!

I know I’ve said it before but it bears repeating.  Why can’t we hold our gods to a higher standard?  Why does the concept of perfection excuse the vast piles of behavioral bullshit that contradict it?  Why does the “flawlessness” of God allow him to duck the obvious burden for so many glaring flaws?

I still think we should consider the straitjacket… And the medication.  Never forget the benefits of drugs.

Personally, I think just taking him out and getting him laid would likely help.


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.

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.

“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.

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