I’m currently saturated to the gills with the political nonsense in DC and elsewhere and therefore I do not care to engage in much political rhetoric for the next few weeks. What does it matter, anyway, when the GOP has essentially slit its throat with its lineup of burlesque comics dressed up in presidential clothes. Obama will celebrate his 2nd inauguration in January 2013.
What else is going on as I close the door on politics for a while? Lock it, actually.
Religion is always an easy target and, as this is ‘the season’ for all types of mirth, magic and myth, perhaps I should dive into that fetid pool for a short swim. I was reminded recently of the idiocy over there on the far-right edge of the religious spectrum, in the Land of the Fundamentalists, when I received a comment stuck in my spam folder from Toledo’s premiere [c]hristian homophobe. It was her brainless, cruel homophobic letter to the Toledo Blade some years ago that led me to explore that daffy world of [c]hristian fundamentalism. I choose to spell ‘Christian’ with the [c] when I attach that adjective to the word, fundamentalist, because the word cannot modify the word Christian. They are mutually exclusive concepts.
The nasty comment [they always are] from the oh-so righteous homophobe bragged that the entire homophobic family was tending to one of those red Salvation Army kettles at a supermarket last Saturday, entertaining the shoppers with religious Christmas songs. The imagery contained in that scene is fantastically evocative- Rockwellian, albeit truly fanciful.
She noted my “continual spewing of cynicism, downright loathing for conservatives, Fox-news, and Christians.” Downright loathing? Is that stronger than mere loathing? Are there degrees of loathing, perhaps loathing, loathing-er, loathing-est?
Yet, she continued, “I never hear the song about the Grinch without thinking of you.”
Then she added, “Check out the Kroger store at Spring Meadows tomorrow noon–family will be singing carols and ringing the Salvation Army bell. I’m sure you’ll make that effort. I shouldn’t tell you probably because you’d like to do us in, no doubt!”
You know what? I’ve had suppressed homicidal tendencies all throughout my life, serial killer actually and recently, I’ve had the urge to ‘do someone in’ perhaps with a well-sharpened axe, Lizzie Borden style!
Wow! What can you say to that? I’m quite fond of the hymn, They will know we are Christians by our Love. But then, they actually aren’t Christians at all, merely CINO’s- Christians in name only. Old Testament Christians. That was the answer I received from a right-wing blogger. I asked him what type of Christian he was, as he had used the name a few times in his comments. “I’m an Old Testament Christian,” he replied.
That’s quite the statement, yet I think he was on to something in his blatant ignorance. Perhaps he was confusing Calvinism and Puritanism with Judaism because all three religious expressions have little to do with the spirit of the man named Jesus of Nazareth.
It was the Calvinist/Puritans who forbade the celebration of Christmas here in America. Imagine that. The original Grinches were the Calvinists and Puritan Protestants who saw no joy in celebrations at that ‘pagan’ time of the year. Scrooge was modeled after these cold, heartless, holier-than-thou Protestants. Bah, humbug! It was a difficult struggle here in the states to get Christmas to be celebrated as a day of joy, merriment and family get-togethers because of these righteous Calvinists. Did I mention that the homophobe in question is a Calvinist?
I’m contemplating a post or two that will pop the mythical balloon about this entire scenario that plays out at this time of the year. Oh, don’t think I’ll be a Calvinist scrooge or anything like that. I do enjoy this end-of-year holiday- the one that was snatched from the jaws of the pagans. We have a lovely pagan pine tree nicely decorated lighting up the darkness of our home. And a nice pagan yule log in the fireplace. And pagan holly, too.