It’s painfully clear to me, that this posting will break with two of my overall doctrines - first, to keep the blog about the beauty of travel photography and the depth of Virtual Ecosystems, and second to stay out of debates regarding politics and religion.
That’s not to say I don’t have an opinion on either - I do. And, like that part of your body everyone has, too - I have a big one on either. I am a proud, proclaiming, and often proselytizing member of the Brights, an organization arguing and fighting for freedom from ancient mythologies and more reason and naturalism in our world views. But all that never made it onto my blog much - until now.
At the danger of alienating 90 per cent of the world and my few readers, I believe it’s time to speak up and out. We’re facing an election in November which pits on the ballot candidates who believe in “god given rights”, and that the war in Iraq and pipelines through natural refuges are “god’s will”.
Sure, it’ll pee off a lot of people (not the least of which are friends and family of mine who do not agree with my stance). Sure, I am as always of the opinion that religion (or the lack thereof) and politics are a personal matter and should not intrude into our public lives. Hey, I am even (again, painfully) aware that the last time I stated my “heathen atheism” (as someone called it back then) I lost a perfectly good job opportunity over it. Hey, try that in reverse and deny someone employment for being a Muslim, Jew, or Christian. See whatcha’ll get. But there’s a line. A thick and sturdy one. One that has been crossed multiple times in the past weeks and months and years. The line where religion and feelings of deity-given entitlements and commandments have impacted my and my friends’ lives.
So it’s time to stand up. Time to draw that line, again. Time to say it as it is - I am not one of yours, I can not be swayed by your thumping of ancient mythological texts. I can - and will - be swayed by your acts. I don’t care if you wrap the tallit, pray towards Mecca, or believe in virgin births. Keep in in your pants and your head.
Let us assume, for one ludicrous second, that there is a god. Let us assume, for only a brief while, that this all-seeing, all-knowing, all-powerful, being cares about pipelines in Alaska and creates storms to punish those who stray from the text of a milennia old, oft-translated, oft-redacted, book written by humans with little to lose and much to gain from its publication.
Let us assume, just for the blink of an eye, that the “Focus on Family” neo-mythologists got their wish. Let’s assume the prayers were heard and god (all-seeing, all-knowing, all-powerful, and apparently willing to bend to the wishes of a bunch of zealous bigots) sent the storm to eradicate the infidels and disrupt their national convention.
Well, if there is a god, we now found the cesspool of evil to be rained out - the Republican National Convention. Focus on Family’s prayers seem to have taken hold, given Obama the sunshine they asked for, and sent a storm to destroy the adulterers, unwed teen philanderers, wed adult philanderers, liars, and other scum.
Of course there’s none. And instead of reading anything into the perceived actions by an invisible man in the sky, let’s take the naturual disasters for what they are - natural disasters. Disasters that require the planning, help, and preventative assistance rendered by a strong national leadership. Which one of the candidates that is, and if the current White House showed it’s ready to deal with national catastrophes in a level-headed and relief-oriented manner, that’s up to the voters to decide.
On a side-note, I find it insanely hillarious that every single non-local GOP delegate must have passed the very airport bathroom Larry Craig (R-Idaho) tapped an undercover agent on the foot in an effort to prove he’s not gay.










