Steve is an amazingly courageous man willing to go where others dare not tred. I enjoy both his tenacity and his philosophy of life. If you read this blog on a regular basis you understand what I am talking about. He’s a master of one-liners and, as a former evangelical, understands both the draw and the dangers of that depth of religious expression.
The title above came to me [in a dream] because my wife and a school friend of hers went to the matinée of Wicked yesterday. All I know about it is that it about the two witches of Oz before the arrival of Dorothy. Her complaint about the musical was the high-decibel volume of the speakers that caused her to have to put her hands over her ears many times during the performance.
Noise. Seemingly endless these days emanating from both the political world and always from the World of Religious Delusion. Noise so intense that the cerebrum shouts, “Be still! The din of those Tea Party shout-fests is still causing cerebrum disorder all across America. Their goal was to halt any logical reasoning and to stimulate the primitive reptilian vestiges of the brain, shutting down the cerebral cortex. It appears that, for the most part, that strategy worked, albeit not permanently.
Yesterday was the news of the court decision ruling against the father of the Marine killed in Iraq whose funeral was disrupted by those homophobic Baptist bigots from Oz [Kansas]. Fox’s Bill O’Reilly offered to pay the entire $16,000 in court costs for the beleaguered father. Donations to the father poured in from all across America.
Imagine my surprise when, what to my wondering eyes should appear, Toledo’s best fundamentalist-homophobic blog posted this very story. Yes, amazingly, the most righteous [c]hristian homophobe in all of northern Ohio posted the story of those other most righteous [c]hristian homophobes from Kansas.
And Steve jumped into the cesspool! I hope that he was wearing his hazmat suit. Kudos to Steve for his bravery! Within minutes of his first comment, the two oh-so righteous and wicked witches pounced on him, yet Steve held his ground, offering clear and poigniant comments which were spot-on.
At the end of the day, one of the witches, the especially ugly one, frustrated with Steve’s determination to hold a reflective mirror before them, castigated him saying in a pitiful attempt to silence him, “I think you’ve been hanging around with the atheists at Mudrake’s blog too long.”
Hat’s off to Steve who, I’d imagine, is sleeping in late this morning, suffering from the effects of entering that black magical lair of the Two Wicked Witches.