Friday, March 18, 2005

Blessed are the MEEK, you jackasses!

I'm trying to see the divine in everyone, even the people who make the hair on the back of my neck stand up. But come on...

"As the vice-regents of God, we are to bring His truth and His will to bear on every sphere of our world and our society," he wrote in a pamphlet handed out
to attendees. "We are to exercise godly dominion and influence over our neighborhoods, our schools, our government ... our entertainment media, our news media, our scientific endeavors -- in short, over every aspect and institution of human society."

One conference goer explained the imperative in terms of immigrants living in the United States. "The country is getting further away from Christian values, and we're being stifled," Debbie Mochle-Young of Santa Monica, Calif., told the Christian Science Monitor. "Other nationalities are coming to live here and say, 'We want our beliefs,' but they don't let you have yours."

This is from an article on Salon today. (You can access it after watching a brief ad.) This is the most horrifying thing I've read all week, and these days, that's saying a lot. Um, folks? I even believe in God, and this scares the hell out of me. Vice-regents of God? Godly dominion? Sweet Joseph in a Walnut Shell. This type of attitude has jack to do with God. It has to do with fear and hatred and a desire for power. Not peace, not love, not divinity--power. For God's "vice-regents." And I know this is not news to anyone who has eyes to see, but how the hell did we get here? I am literally nauseated. And I'm pissed! It's like when you have this friend, and they're really cool and kind and loving, and they cut you all types of slack and give you good advice, and then some asshole who's maybe met them once (but knows NOTHING about them because all the asshole can ever talk about or think about or see is themselves) starts telling everyone about this friend and how "she wouldn't like you doing that" or "she would never do this" or "if you want her to be your friend, too, you better do this." And all of a sudden, everyone thinks your friend is a huge bitch, and she isn't! But she's off doing humanitarian work in some distant land, or hiking a mountain, or something else equally befitting her coolness, and she can't defend herself.

I'm just raving now, and I need to shut up and put my head between my knees.