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The Rapture is Caca

 (Posted to my MySpace Weblog on June 21, 2007) INTRODUCTION Okay, this will be tiresome for some of my readers, but I must respond to a moronically insane, orthographically challenged Bible-thumping shrew who arrogantly claimed on a now defunct MySpace Weblog that "the Pretrib Rapture is just plain logic." The "Pretrib Rapture" is  not  "plain logic"; it is, rather, a contorted, totally depraved misreading of the Bible. Of course, some of my readers would think what my Church, the Catholic Church (which is the one, true Church that God Himself established on earth), considers to be a proper reading of Holy Writ is completely and utterly without logic and only howling lunatics like me would take it seriously. And so my calling a belief of another religion whacky is kinda like Bush calling someone--oh, I don't know--a member of the axis of evil, say. Fine, I understand. Perhaps, later I will write a post about why Catholicism is the paragon of sanity, b...

Two posts on The End of Faith by Sam Harris (from 2006)

 Post 1 So, I'm reading Sam Harris's  The End of Faith , a typical Enlightenment critique of religion. Religious people are dingbats because they believe in stuff for which there is just no evidence or proof. The interesting twist of Sam Harris's book is his full frontal attack on the religious liberals who by his lights want to have it both ways: They want to be both religiously devout on the one hand and good, reasonable, and tolerant sons and daughters of the Enlightenment on the other. Well, you can't, thunders Harris. Religion is the dark abyss of irrationality, the Enlightenment is sweetness and light. The two clash and necessarily clash. You've got to choose one or the other, and if you choose religion, Harris will hold you complicit in Faith's attempt to nullify the hard won triumphs of Reason. And if the religion you choose happens to be Islam, well, he might even kill you. See, all religion is insane, but Islam is the worst. Harris has read the Koran a...

Post-Modern Love

FMC:  Hey, I don't mean to offend, but you're a sight for very sore eyes. Woman:  That's not meaning to offend, but what do you mean? FMC:  Well. Woman:  You're blushing. FMC:  Am I that obvious? Woman:  Yes, and before you get your hopes up, I must tell you that I don't go for men.  Sorry. FMC:  Who you calling a man? Woman:  Huh?  You!  Your Adam's Apple is so big, you could lasso a cow with it. FMC:  Whoa!  It's obviously not my place to tell you who you should be attracted to, but I need to call you out on your harmful, demeaning, and violent cissexism. Woman:  Cis-what? FMC:  You think I am not a woman because of what you perceive to be my 'male' anatomy.  That's a cissexist denial of my womanhood and my humanity.   Woman:  Look, dude, and you are a dude-- FMC:  No, no, I am a woman. Woman:  Do you have a penis? FMC:  That's a rude question. Woman:  Do you have a penis? FMC...

A Species of Nihilism

 According to the Source of all Knowledge,  Wikipedia : "most commonly, nihilism is presented in the form of existential nihilism, which argues that life is without objective meaning, purpose, or intrinsic value." The logic of "marriage equality" is thus: Gays and straights must be treated equally under the law. Therefore, it is invidious discrimination for the law to treat opposite-sex couples differently from same-sex couples. Therefore, the dictates of equality demand the legal recognition of same-sex "marriage". But for the law to effect this equality between straights and gays, it must say that the difference between the two is not sufficiently relevant to justify differential treatment. The difference between the two is rather obvious: the former desire to engage in an act upon which the endurance of humanity has hitherto depended and the latter do not. To say, therefore, that this difference is irrelevant in the determination of public policy is to ...

Die Gründlichkeit der Deutschen Gelehrsamkeit

 (Posted to my MySpace Weblog on September 29, 2007) When you hang around libraries as much as I do, even indices become exciting. Some indices are shoddily done, and many books nowadays because of the hectic rush to market do not have any indices at all. After all doing an index is slow and plodding. The only people that like doing it are sycophantic grad students and, of course, German eggheads. The latter actually live for this stuff. Germans have to have everything catagorized, filed, and indexed, even their underwear (after it is dutifully ironed, of course). In fact, the best way to drive a German to existentialist, slit-wristing despair is to take away his index. And then the whole world becomes a disjointed Humean chaos. The index for the German is more than a reference tool, it is the very structure of Being itself, and so it is very important to get it right. A German index  is  indeed a thing of beauty and, of course,  Gruendlichkeit  (thoroughness). ...

Amor est percipi civitate

 In the penultimate paragraph of his majority opinion in  Obergefell , Kennedy writes, "Their [same-sex couples'] hope is not to be condemned to live in loneliness, excluded from one of civilization’s oldest institutions." By "one of civilization's oldest institutions" Kennedy must mean a civilly recognized marriage because that’s the institution from which same-sex couples had been excluded. They were never prevented from co-habitating or even from participating in “wedding” ceremonies. These relationships and ceremonies were not prohibited but simply unrecognized by the state. Even if you are in a relationship, but one that is not recognized as a "marriage" by the state, Kennedy declares you condemned to the outer darkness of loveless loneliness. Okay, well, fine, I was not in a civilly recognized "marriage" with my mother. That means that all the time I thought I loved my mother and she loved me, I was really lonely and incapable of lo...

I wrote this seven years ago; it's barely parody anymore

 Scene: Typical middle-class suburban living room. A woman in her mid-thirties is pacing up and down with a cell phone pasted to her ear. Woman: Hello? Kate? Is Tommy there? No, he hasn't come home from school. It's 5:30. Is Larry there? Has he seen him since school let out? Yes, yes, fine, I'll wait. No? Does Larry have any idea where... (knock on the door) Kate, there's someone at the door. I gotta go. (opens the door. Two Police Officers are at the door.) Oh my God. Has something happened to my son?! Cop 1: (to Cop 2) It insists upon gendering the child. We've got a live one. Woman: What's going on here? Do you have information about my son? Tommy. Where is he? Cop 2: Person, may we come in? Woman: What? Cop 1: It asked if we may come in. May we come in, person? Woman: Why are you addressing me as "person"? Cop 2: Because you are a person, a sentient human being who is capable of Public Reason. Cop 1: Or should be capable, at least. Cop 2: So, may w...