The Nine Blessings of Yule 2013 – Part 1

Godhian tradition for the celebration of the Winter Solstice – the Yule – is to present a gift for each of the nine days and nights that Odin/Woden hung in sacrifice to gain the Wisdom of the Futhorc that he may grant it to Man.

In it’s simplest form, the gifts take place as a daily surprise for our children or our loved ones. In it’s sacred form, the gifts take the form of a daily offering to the God for his unmatched gift that raised us above the beasts of field and forest.

Yet there exists a third form that few of my kind – and we are few indeed – come to truly appreciate. They are not gifts of ourselves to others; they aren’t part of our rituals. They are gifts, blessings, given us by the Gods throughout the year. Often unremarkable until seen in retrospect, others that shine forth brighter than stars.

In the past 7 days, during my battle with bronchial pneumonia, I have had an extraordinary opportunity to look back at this past year and discover those blessings given me.

Cinmouii & Tiggami

Cinmouii & Tiggami

The first, though sentimental and bittersweet, came with the loss of my darling Cinmouii. She was a quiet, loving and gentle presence in my life for many years – and the best lap-warmer the Goddess ever gave four legs and fur. When age and illness took her, my heart was broken. But Fate, ever the capricious mistress, decided that Tiggami and I should not mourn her loss for long. That is when Baal entered our lives permanently. One of the many stray, abandoned, and feral cats that I keep watch over Baal greeted me every morning when I came out to feed them. Black as night, sleek and beautiful, but ever so quiet. After two years of his morning greetings, his absence for three days had me worried. I had just lost Cinmouii, and I couldn’t think of losing his solace. Then he reappeared, in his favorite spot on the porch, but badly wounded and very ill with an infected bite through his paw.

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Four visits to the vet, and close to $600 later, Baal became an indoor cat thoroughly ensconced as the new “man of the house.” He is every bit as loving, gentle and quiet a presence, with the added bonus that he keeps to my daily schedule far better than I do. He infallibly wakes me 15 minutes before the alarm – even on my days off – knows exactly what path I will take from the bed, to the bathroom, to the coffee pot and then the food bowls… and guides me every step of the way. When it is bedtime, he guides me to the bathroom and supervises while I brush my teeth, take my meds, and then patiently waits at the foot of the bed while I get in and get situated. Then he gives me goodnight kisses, a brief “massage” on my shoulders, then curls up at my feet until he knows I’m asleep. Tiggami welcomed the assistance with her job as Pusservisor – she’s an old girl, now, and I seem to need a lot of pusservision… according to her. But she never has taken to him as her constant companion, and there was something still missing from our little family.

Then came the second half of the blessing… Tima. The fore-shortened, feminine version of her full name, Tiny Monster, this itty-bitty yellow and white ball of fur had been hiding under my neighbor’s porch where she’d been born about 6 weeks prior. Her mother had been killed by one of the many cars that race up my hill, and that day I came home to find my neighbor on her porch. She told me what had happened to the mother, and couldn’t I hear the kitten crying under the porch? Oh, yes… so I stuck my nose into the gap beside the steps and spoke to the kitten, putting my hand down to search for it. I could hear from the cries that the kitten was close. That was when I suddenly found my hand full of trembling bones and fur.

La Petit Monstre

La Petit Monstre

I took the crying baby to my chest and snuggled her close… and there she’s been ever since. No longer quite so tiny, but likely to always be the runt of my litter, she has managed to fill the companion role for both Tiggami and Baal – to be honest, it takes all three of us to keep her amused… we’ll never be able to keep her out of trouble, even if we were a platoon of Marines! She excels at terrorizing Baal, tormenting Tiggami, finding new ways to create disasters from rolls of toilet paper, and is a master of getting into places where air doesn’t fit. During this past week, as I battled to breathe and fought my way through cycles of fever and chills, she decided it was the perfect time to go into her first heat. Perfect timing. It was then that I realized that she was not only perfectly named, but that she was also the perfect successor to Cin’. She’s every bit the Whore of Babylon her predecessor was, with the added amusement of performing contortions across the floor, accompanied by what I can only assume is the Feline version of the 1812 Overture, complete with cannon and fireworks! Poor Baal… he thought for sure he was going to get him some sweet virgin ass, but every time he tried, he ended up with a face full of yellow fury. To quote the best drag-movie ever: “He’s so confused he don’t know whether to scratch his watch or wind his butt.” She’s a demon, she keeps Tiggami bemused, and she’s my constant shadow ever ready to curl up on my lap, on the pillow next to my head, or to remind me that whatever else I’m doing I must feed her FIRST!! Pushy wench. So the first blessing… to have lost one so loved, only to be reminded that our hearts have the ability to heal and there is always room to love one more.

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Savage Biblical Bullshit…

Sometimes it takes Mommie Dammit a minute or two – or twenty – to pause, collect my thoughts and form my words into something that doesn’t come across as 30-grit sandpaper on the testicles… Other times, as you’re well aware, I fire from the lip and damn the consequences.

This time I needed to take a pause for reflection, a little research, and a bit of cooling for my temper. Back on April 28th, Dan Savage spoke before a large group of journalism students at an event sponsored by the National Scholastic Press Association. The event was held at a high school, and attended by over 2,800 students. During his speech Mr. Savage referred to the anti-homosexuality verses in the Bible as “bullshit” – at which point several students walked out of the lecture, while the vast majority remained and even applauded Savage’s remarks. (1)

Savage stated during his lecture, “We can learn to ignore the bullshit in the Bible and what it says about gay people,” pointing out the hypocrisy of the acceptance of homophobic teachings while ignoring the verses which support slavery and condemn eating shellfish. In reaction to the students who walked out, Savage said, ““It’s funny, as someone who’s on the receiving end of beatings that are justified by the bible, how pansy-assed some people react when you push back.”

Afterward the NSPA defended Savage with the following statement by the executive director on Fox News:

 “We appreciate the level of thoughtfulness and deliberation regarding Dan Savage’s keynote address… Some audience members who felt hurt by his words and tone decided to leave in the middle of his speech, and to this, we want to make our point very clear: While as a journalist it’s important to be able to listen to speech that offends you, these students and advisers had simply reached their tolerance level for what they were willing to hear.”

Mr Savage himself apologized if anyone was hurt by his comments, but said he would not apologize for what he said. However, in a following statement, he did apologize for the use of “pansy-assed”, saying it amounted to name-calling, and that it was wrong. (2)

…pause, sip Stoli, winks to Sharkfu, continue…

I can hear you thinking… grinding gears usually are quite noisy, ya know. “So what? Nothing he said was, in essence, wrong. And you’ve devoted more than a few kilobytes on the contradictions and bullshit in the Bible… So what’s your point?” That would be a good question, Che’, and I’m proud of you for thinking of it. Fact is, I had a bit of a struggle with myself along those same lines. But what it comes down to is that – while I agree with the message, it’s the delivery that leaves me wanting.

First of all “bullshit” and “pansy-assed”… really? You’ve set yourself up as an internationally recognized spokesman for the LGBT community, Dan, and then you go in front of a bunch of teenagers and THIS is the language you choose?!? OK, fine, there isn’t but three of these wet-nosed delinquents who hasn’t used worse – and likely did so immediately following the lecture. But you, a grown adult, in front of a group of kids, and in your capacity as a spokesperson… frankly, Dan, if I could stomach the thought of two lay-overs I’d fly out there and beat your ass like a drum… and I wouldn’t let Terry watch, either. You are well known for not pulling a punch, and the depths of your dementia are well known with the Santorum reference… but for fuck’s sake, Daniel Keenan, show a little maturity and professionalism once in a while. While “bullshit” is something that registers very low on the obscenity Richter scale, it’s use in combination with “pansy-assed” in front of a group of aspiring journalists at an event sponsored by NSPA…? The original hit, combined with the aftershock, in such a setting puts this at about a 6.8. Am I getting the point across, Daniel? Frankly, it makes me wonder who the bigger delinquent in the room really is.

Second, I have no issue with pointing out the hypocrisy of people adhering to Leviticus 18:20 and 19:20 to justify their homophobia, while ignoring the plethora of other “abominations” listed in the same book. It’s a valid point, and worth the making. BUT(you just knew there had to be a big “but”… shut up) there is so much more to the failing of Leviticus that could have brought your point to fruition, far better than labeling it bullshit.

First would be the mistranslation of the Hebrew toevot to mean “abomination” when it means “foreign” or “unclean” in reference to cultural taboos that are forbidden to the ancient Israelites. (3) In the vast majority of usage throughout the Old Testament, toevot refers to cultic practices of other nations that the Israelites encountered as they entered another nation’s lands. These practices were foreign to Israel, and therefor “unclean” or “taboo”. Old Testament verse also refers to Israeli practices as “toevot” to other nations – so if toevot meant “abomination”, this would mean the Israelites were abominable as well.

Second is the various words that have been mistranslated from the ancient Hebrew and Greek to mean “homosexual” or “homosexuality.” The first problem with this is that “homosex-anything” didn’t exist in the time of reference. The word was first coined into the English language in 1886, and the concept didn’t emerge as a defining characteristic in personality until around 1830. None of the Hebraic or Greek words used in the original texts of the Old and New Testaments refer to adult male-male sexual/romantic pairings. Malakoi, as used in 1 Corinthians 6:9, refers to “soft” or “effeminate” clothing. Arsenokoitai, as used in 1 Timothy 1:10, refers to the Pagan cultic temple practice of male “sacred” prostitution, and didn’t originally exist in the ancient Greek language until it was coined by Paul. Interestingly enough, neither of these mistranslations existed in the Bible until the King James Version – which some biblical historians and scholars suggest was because the men hired by King James were repulsed by his open homosexuality and various male lovers. (4)

Finally, a rhetorical point… If homosexuality is so abominable, then why did David become king of Israel? He wasn’t in the line of succession, he wasn’t even a blood relative of King Saul. But he was King Saul’s son’s lover. (5)

Now, I realize that all of this may be difficult, or perhaps a bit too much, information for the average high school kid to fathom. The Gods know it’s difficult enough for some full-grown adults! Many can’t seem to grasp that the Bible as they know it is not the literal “word of God” but is, instead, the literary collection and record of an oral tradition, translated innumerable times and always flawed.

References:

1. PinkNews.com.uk “Christian Students Walk Out as Dan Savage Attacks the Bible”

Edmund Broch; April 28, 2012

2. Conservative Groups Accuse Dan Savage Of ‘Bullying’ After He Highlights Their Hypocrisy

Igor Volsky: April 30, 2012

3. Does the Bible Really Call Homosexuality an “Abomination”?

Jay Michaelson; July 1, 2010

4. Homosexuality Is Not a Sin

Canadian Content; June 11, 2009

5. Sorry Right-wingers But King David Was Gay

Ben Kamin; February 5, 2009

Inspiration Comes From the Strangest Places…

At a time in our history when the biggest mouths in Christendom are screaming at the top of their voices that they are oppressed, that our government – more emphatically, our President – is making war on their religion, I am oh so glad that I long ago said goodbye to the fear-mongering and hypocrisy that is monotheism. If you’ve read this blog for any length of time, you know that Mommie Dammit doesn’t deny the need for faith. I know that people – all people, have a need to believe in something greater than themselves. It doesn’t matter if you’re a monotheist, a polytheist, a pantheist, an atheist or an agnostic – we all have a need for that something greater that comforts our fears, inspires our hopes, and gives us the need to better ourselves.

I don’t care if its the Christian god, the Muslim god, one or many of the pagan gods, the Flying Spaghetti Monster or a stinky tennis shoe. If that “higher power” drives you to become a better, more caring, less selfish human being then I say “All Hail Nike!”

My grandparents raised me in a fundamentalist Christian home, back when fundamentalism meant you actually read and understood the bible, its history, and its value. They taught me its wisdom and warned me of its follies, that the written word we have today is the product of centuries of men – in all their egomania and fearfulness – putting their interpretation of an oral tradition on paper. They taught me that there was much to learn from the words, but that I had to listen intelligently and with the conscience of my heart to know what was Truth amongst all the detritus.

Today I had a chance to have that lesson brought home to me. I started the day reading the long list of blogs that I wade through over the weekend to catch myself up with what both the angels and the fools have been up to. You know as well as I do that it was more of the same… “Christians are being oppressed”, “Government is making war on religion”, “God hates (enter the target of the hour here)”, and the ever popular “God destroyed/killed/cursed/abandoned (next target here) because this nation tolerates homosexuals/abortion/taxes/Unions/Democrats/Jews… the list is as endless as the putrid gas fueling the hate and ignorance behind it.

Later in the day, after the dishes were done and the laundry well underway, I took the time to watch a movie I’d borrowed from my friend, Terri. The movie was “Mama I Want to Sing”, and, while the cast is mainly made up of B-listers of varying degrees of talent, it was the cameo role filled by Patti LaBelle that originally sparked my interest. When Terri let me borrow it I had no clue as to the story line, the plot, or the characterizations. One read of the back cover and I lost a lot of enthusiasm immediately. It breaks down to a mother/minister (Lynn Whitfield: The Josephine Baker Story) who disapproves of her daughter’s (R&B vocalist Ciara) choice to sing popular music instead of sticking with the choir. The son, Luke (Kevin Phillips), is largely taken for granted and treated as an afterthought – both my his mother and sister, as well as the script. Though they did manage to contrive a storyline for him ¾ of the way through the movie – he goes off to Baghdad to be an “embedded photo-journalist”, and then is kidnapped and killed by terrorists. This, of course, is the catalyst that brings mother and daughter back together and heals the wounds between them. While I’m sure that the producers and writers of this movie had something of an inspirational, feel-good story in mind – I hate to say it, but they failed on both counts. Perhaps if you have the I.Q. of a grapefruit, and the emotional complexity of Sponge Bob they might have succeeded in their aims. Mommie Dammit is no-where near that category. I’m a fucking genius, and five seconds on Dr. Ruth’s couch is all I’d need to have her drooling and needing to change her Depends.

And yet I can’t say that the people behind this movie utterly failed with me, either… after all, they inspired this post. Or rather, two sequences of dialog did. The rest was some of the most over-wrought, contrived, sniveling melodrama I’ve witnessed since I quit watching soaps 30 years ago. I truly hate it when something has the potential to give you a mind-blowing, orgasmic experience but leaves you wondering if there’s enough Viagra on the planet to get it up. Meh! Enough bitching… maybe.

The entire 2 hour ordeal could easily be boiled down to two scenes that comprise a grand total of about 10 minutes of the film. The first is one that is sooooooo on point with all the bile, faked self-pity, hypocrisy and flat-out lies coming from the bully pulpits of Christendom. It is a moment between the mother, Dr. Lillian Winter (Whitfield) and her production assistant, Holly (Shonda Farr).

Lillian: “Lillian Winter does not come back home to New York for a small crowd… I can not build a mega-ministry with empty seats… Too many ministers become bigger than their ministry, too many ministers are being worshiped while their followers should be worshiping God. That is not happening to me.”

Holly: “But it is happening.”

Lillian then gets a look on her face of combined embarrassment and indignation, but is saved from having to make a comeback by a knock at the door. Holly then ruins her moment of Truth by making a horrified (as in “I’m fucked! I need to say something quick, before I’m fired!”) apology, claiming she didn’t mean to be disrespectful. Holly, honey, speaking the truth is the highest form of respect – whether the listener wants to hear it or not. Kissing Lillian’s ego-maniacal, pompous ass would have been disrespectful of the entire planet. Lillian is but a poor dramatization of the problem plaguing the entire realm of monotheistic ministry: that so damned few pastors, preachers, ministers, priests, mullahs, or rabbis truly follow their holy charge – to be humble, modest, charitable, and meek. To teach the tenets of their faith with love, and not to sit in judgment. To show the same love and compassion to everyone, follower and fallen alike. To humble themselves before their god, seek that god in private prayer that is modest and submissive. Instead we get self-serving liars and frauds, child molesters and thieves. The bible says that Christ ran these people out of the temple, condemned them for their hypocrisy and shamed them for fouling the house of god. Then they were called “Pharisees”, today we call them “Evangelicals.” Two generations, amongst the many, who exemplify prayer as thinly veiled blackmail, “Do as I say, God, or I’ll cease to believe in you!” Prayer as hubris.

The second stroke of brilliance, amidst all the drek, was at nearly the end when Lillian has her “epiphany moment” – the moment when she suddenly hears the words coming from her own mouth, and realizes that she is as guilty as “sin.”

She stands before her congregation and begins to preach about how the world needs “God’s love.” She then turns to 1 Corinthians 13:4-13 in which the apostle Paul speaks of Charity, the purest form of love – Lillian uses one of the newer translations, which actually works better for the story line, so I’ll use her version: “[4]Love suffers long, and is kind; love envies not; it does not vaunt itself, it is not puffed up… [7] Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things… [13] And now abides faith, hope and charity, but the greatest of these is charity (love).” She then turns to the gospel of Matthew 7:2 for inspiration and says that “We are judged with the same measure with which we judge others… as Christians we have got that bad. We judge others in the church, out the church, around the church, because of the church. We judge others, but we justify ourselves. We judge others, but we make excuses for ourselves…”

I look at these so-called ministers and Lillian’s words resonate like an aftershock. And yet I know that they are as a whisper in the face of the tempest. The baying of the wolves and the bleating of their sheep is far too loud, too strident, and too fearful. The targets of their hatred and bile will continue to suffer and die because of their words, and the hypocrites – like the Pharisees of old – will puff up their chests, jut out their chins, and claim it is the will of their god.

There is more to that chapter of Matthew that the Christianists and their monotheistic ilk conveniently forget. It is the words of their own Christ which condemn them for the fruits of their labor – for the murder, hatred, starvation, poverty, and broken lives left in the wake of their words. “Beware of false prophets which come unto you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves. Ye shall know them by their fruits… Every good tree bringeth forth good fruit; but a corrupt tree bringeth forth evil fruit… Not every one that sayeth unto me Lord, Lord, shall enter into the kingdom of heaven… Many will say unto me in that day Lord, Lord, have we not prophesied in thy name? And in thy name have cast out devils? And in thy name have done many wonderful works? And then I will profess unto them, I never knew you; depart from me, ye that work iniquity.” (Matt. 7:15-23)

Stolen Symbols…

As U.S.A., Inc. moves us all into the manic, compulsory buying frenzy known as Christmas I’m finding myself bemused by all this oral flatulence coming from the barnyard animals Christo-fascists about trees… Mommie Dammit finds it highly amusing (in a “it gives me gas even a whole bottle of Beeno wouldn’t fix” kind of way) that the vast majority of these breast-beating ignoramuses don’t realize the depths of their hypocrisy where their beloved “Christmas Tree” is concerned, which goes without mentioning the whole farce of celebrating the birth of Christ in December.

Historians, astronomers and other scientific types have been telling us for a very long time that – if we take the description of Christ’s birth in the New Testament literally – “Christmas” should really be in mid-April. Ah, but that wouldn’t satisfy the demands of tradition now would it? The selection of the date to celebrate the birth of the Christ child was based – like so many other Christian “holy days” – on the Pagan celebration calendar. Specifically, Christmas in December was meant to counter the ancient Roman celebration of Saturnalia. Like so many Christian celebrations, Christmas in December was their way of saying to Pagan Romans, “See? We’re not that different after all – so please don’t kill us…” and the world fell for it.

The same holds true for the “Christmas Tree” – this ancient symbol of Pagan Germanic and Norse tradition was adopted into Christian traditions to give the fledgling church a protective facade as it moved out of the Mediterranean and into northern Europe. True to form, later Christians – even to those of today – tried to eradicate the tree’s true origins, claiming that it was a 16th century Christian invention of the (now) Latvians and Germans.

In truth, the tree as you know it comes from an altogether different story of “gifts” given us by the Divine. The original holiday tree comes from the Germanic Pagan celebration of Yule (another name stolen from it’s ancient roots), in which the sacrifice made by the god Odin/Woden to gain the knowledge of the Runes is remembered.

I trow that I hung from the windy tree

hung there nights of all nine.

Gashed by a blade, bloodied by Odin

My self an offering to myself.

Knotted to that tree

No man knows whither the root of it runs.

None gave me bread, none gave me drink

Down to the depths I peered

To snatch up runes with a roaring screech

and fall in a dizzied faint!

Wellbeing I won, and wisdom too

And grew and joyed in my growth

From a word to a word

I was led to a word

From a deed to another deed.

– Havamal (Lay of the High One) st. 138, 139, 141

The tree hung – upside down – to symbolize Odin’s/Woden’s sacrifice, and was kept for the nine days and nights that the god hung from Yggdrasill. At the end of the ninth night the tree would be burnt in celebratory offering, and as a prayer for the god’s guidance and protection through the long dark of Winter.

But none of this has any meaning to the Christo-fascists – indeed, probably only one or two even know the word “Yggdrasill” and neither of them can pronounce it. So effective has their re-write of history been that few outside of the German/Norse traditions and a handful of historians know the story of the World Tree. Instead we have these sheep, in their millions, bleating hysterically whenever someone – however well-meaning, or politically correct – refers to it as a “Holiday Tree.” I can only imagine their pyrotechnics were someone to display it in its historically correct aspect – hanging upside down with a basin of mead below it to symbolize Mimir’s Well, the source of the Runes.

Now even Mommie Dammit, devout pagan that I am, mount my tree upright and decorate it lavishly. But I remember. And I honor the god for whom it stands, for his sacrifice and for the gift of the Runes and wisdom. So, while you’re setting up your tree, attempting to keep your four-legged children from leveling it or running off with the ornaments, and while your two-legged children are anxiously and surreptitiously trying to figure out what’s under it – take a moment to think about the origins of that tree, the nobility and strength it represents, and the promise of life renewed that it embodies.

For faith – in whatever form you embrace it – is a source of great human strength.

It is also, unfortunately, a source of great human evil and weakness.

That truth was brought home to me from the oddest of sources… a couple of weeks ago when I finally broke down and bought the DVD of “Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides.” I figured I already owned the other releases, so it couldn’t hurt to complete the set – after all, I fantasize about love Johnny Depp. However, the critics were right – it’s largely a flaming pile of crap. But there was one bright spot to which I’m referring – at the end, as the plot (“plot”? what plot?) reaches it’s… well, I guess it was a climax though it felt more like a zipless fuck… anyway, there came a single moment when the screenwriters had a flash of brilliance. Captain Teach, a.k.a. Blackbeard, says to the pious-to-the-point-of-pompous Spaniard –

“In faith there is light enough to see,

and darkness enough to blind!”

Amen, Captain. A-fuckin’-men! Mommie Dammit couldn’t have put it better myself.

I’m firmly of the belief that we all, great and small, need something to believe in, something to give us grounding, and something to inspire us. I don’t give a damn what the “something” is, but we all have a need for it. We all have to have that something that gives our lives definition and helps us make sense of the world around us. Whether that faith is grounded in a Divine entity or entities, a nameless “Higher Power”, in worldly science, or a stinky tennis shoe – I just don’t give a rat’s ass. So long as that “faith” inspires you to become a better, kinder, more selfless and loving human being then I say “ALL HAIL NIKE!

I will continue to hope, and to believe that the human race will eventually grow up. That we will eventually learn that we are indeed all one family, and that the tiny blue marble we inhabit is ours to nurture – not to rape and pillage. I will continue to believe that our gods mature as we mature, and that one day our faith – however it may be framed – will be a source only of light.

A Thought for the Day…

I’m pagan. I follow the faith and philosophy of one of the many Old Religions. As such there are times when I find myself disgusted/bemused/enraged/frustrated, or just plain gaseous, when the monotheists shove their beliefs/faith/dogma/fear/intolerance… what-have-you down our collective throats. Never more so than when they rear their ugly heads in the political arena, forcing their so-called “values” on the rest of our society and using those same “values” as a litmus test for a candidate’s viability and qualification for office.

I will undoubtedly expound on this thought in later posts, so I’ll keep this within range of the short-attention-span theatre crowd. Here’s what one of our wisest Founding Fathers had to say about religion and politics…

“Religious institutions that use government power in support of themselves and force their views on persons of other faiths, or of no faith, undermine all our civil rights. Moreover, state support of an established religion tends to make the clergy unresponsive to their own people, and leads to corruption within religion itself. Erecting the ‘wall of separation between church and state,’ therefore, is absolutely essential in a free society.”
— Thomas Jefferson

‘Nuff sed!

Christo-Fascists Give Me Gas…

As if it weren’t bad enough to live just a couple of hours away from the hell-hole that spawned the Westboro Baptist Church. As if it wasn’t disgusting enough to be drowned in a sea of preachers, priests, and other so-called “Christians” crying to anyone with a microphone that they’re being “oppressed” and that “Christians” are under assault for their “beliefs.” As if there isn’t a daily case of some so-called “Christian” pastor or priest getting arrested for prostitution, sex with a minor, or bilking his congregation. Seriously. Google it. Just put “pastor arrested” in your favorite search box – Yahoo gave me 14,500,000 results.

We have monotheists of every stripe who seriously believe that the Bible, the Torah and the Koran are historical fact instead of the collection of morality tales and mythological fables they really are. They’ve gone so far as to use their texts to proclaim that the world is only 6,000 years old, with some deluded enough to suggest that humans and dinosaurs coexisted. These would be the same people who believed the earth was the center of the solar system (which only had five planets), and that it was flat – despite the fact that the ancient Greeks knew it was round since around 500 BC.

And do NOT get me started on the monstrous evil that is the Catholic Church. Their sins against humanity and our planet are far more numerous than the children their priests have molested over the past 50 years.

But now, from Merry Old England, the Christo-Fascists have sunk to a new low.

One Allan Craig, leader of the so-called Christian People’s Alliance (one of the U.K.’s numerous minor political parties) issued a statement through his blog – Allan’s Angle – and reprinted it in the Church of England Newspaper under the title “Confronting the Gaystapo”. You guessed it – the entire bilge-fest is dedicated to comparing the LGBT equality effort in the U.K. with the Nazi Party’s actions in the build-up to World War II. He went so far as to issue a call for England’s true believers to “rise up” and “forcefully confront” the movement’s “ambitious” leaders.

Having forcibly – and understandably – rectified the Versailles-type injustices and humiliations foisted on the homosexual community, the UK’s victorious Gaystapo are now on a roll.

Thanks especially to the green light from a permissive New Labour government, the gay Wehrmacht is on its long march through the institutions and has already occupied the Sudetenland social uplands of the Home Office, the educational establishment, the politically-correct police, and the Guardianista management of the BBC.

I would remind Mr. Craig that the United Kingdom – in fact, all Western democracies – would likely have ceased to exist if not for the contributions of a Gay man. For which they thanked him by kicking him to the curb, and sentenced him to chemical castration. The Nazis also castrated Gay men, and performed Frankenstein-like “medical” experimentation on Lesbians and Gay men – that is, when they weren’t tossing us into the ovens along side the Jews… and the Christians did nothing about it.

But it’s only 1938 and Nazi expansionist ambitions are far from sated. Flattered by appeasers and feted by the political class, the Oberkommandos from Stonewall and OutRage! have expansive goals for cultural hegemony and have long wanted to march on the next territory. They want to hijack a word and capture our culture at its deepest level. They want to reconfigure relationships, eliminate the traditional family and hence eradicate stable upbringing for our children. They want SSM – same-sex “marriage”.

“Cultural hegemony”? Obviously we’re supposed to utterly ignore the hypocrisy in this statement. Who exactly has dominated the culture of the West for the last 2,000 years? Who is it that has marched armies across whole continents to obliterate anyone who dares to think or believe differently from themselves? Who is it that has forced their beliefs and “morals” into the laws of every nation under their sway? Who is it that screams the loudest when their beliefs and “values” are contradicted by science, factual evidence, reason and just plain common sense? Say it with me, children: CHRISTIANS!

As if this weren’t enough idiocy, Craig continues with the tired spew about traditional marriage and protecting children. If you’re such a big fan of “traditional marriage”, Mr. Craig, let me ask: How much did you get for your wife? What did her father/owner/overlord bribe you with in order to get you to marry her? Remember? It’s called a “dowry.” Traditional marriage, going back to the earliest of human history, was always about an exchange of property – including the woman – and sealing a treaty of some kind between two parties. It had nothing to do with breeding children, or raising them. Children were property, too, for the father/owner to do with as he pleased… AND THE CHRISTIANS CONTINUED THE PRACTICE UNTIL THE MIDDLE OF THE 19TH CENTURY! Women’s suffrage wasn’t even recognized by the United Nations until 1979! While you’re at it, spare me the twaddle about “stable upbringing for our children.” I can give you a list of horrors as to the “stable” upbringing I had from my heterosexual legally-married-divorced-remarried-finally-divorced parents. For that matter, if heterosexuals are so damned good at “traditional marriage” how come the divorce rate is 50% for first marriages, and 67-74% for subsequent marriages? And if heterosexuals are such excellent parents, why are there over 150,000 children in the United States alone waiting to be adopted? Why are they up for adoption in the first place? Why is it that up to 86% of the perpetrators of child molestation and abuse are members of the child’s own family or extended family?

The truth is, Mr. Craig, we homosexuals don’t give a damn about your “marriage.” We give a damn about ours. We don’t need to “eliminate” traditional marriage – you’re doing a bang-on job of that without our help! Civil unions and domestic partnerships are NOT “legal equality.” They are second-class band-aids, passed out by hypocrites like you who offer them as a sop to keep the LGBT people a second-class (at best) citizenry. Every nation, and every state in the U.S., that has enacted civil union or domestic partnership laws has discovered that they are not the equality they were intended to be. They are, in fact, today’s version of “separate-but-equal”… ask any Black citizen of the United States how well that bullshit worked. Civil unions and domestic partnerships are nothing more than ghettoization of the LGBT community; a 21st Century version of Apartheid – and we all know how well that worked for you in South Africa, don’t we.

Now is the time for people of courage to rise up and defend marriage, our children and the very foundations of our civilisation.

“Rise up and defend…” The very same kind of language Hitler, and every other despot and dictator uses to whip up violence against a minority. You and your ilk have used it for 2,000 years, and billions of people have paid with their lives for your bigotry, hate, and fear mongering. Because of the hatred you feed a young man in Texas was beaten, stabbed with a broken bottle, and thrown into a fire. Because of the hatred you feed a young man in Wyoming was beaten unconscious and left tied to a barbed-wire fence to die in the Winter cold. Because of the hatred you feed thousands of young people throughout the United Kingdom and the United States are murdered, beaten, threatened, harassed, and pushed into committing or attempting suicide every year.

Rise up, if you wish, Mr. Craig. Rise up and bring your hateful, mongoloid followers with you if you have the balls. Mommie Dammit is not afraid of you, nor of the ignorant sheep bleating at your heels. Mommie Dammit has survived far worse than you, and I will be here long after you are dust. Bring me your hatred, your hypocrisy, your lies, your fear mongering, and your violence – just remember, Mr. Craig, this is America and I own a gun.

11-09-11