Search This Blog

Thursday, November 24, 2022

God and Other Fairy Tales

So, today’s the big day when the fairy tale, sanitized-for-your-protection myth of Thanksgiving is trotted out.
The first national Thanksgiving Day did not invoke the Pilgrims at all. In 1863, President Abraham Lincoln declared a Thanksgiving Day on the last Thursday of November, looking to reconcile a country in the throes of the Civil War.
As Americans looked for an origin story that wasn’t soaked in the blood of Native Americans or built on the backs of slavery, the humble, bloodless story of the 102 Pilgrims forging a path in the New World in search of religious freedom was just what they needed, according to Silverman. Regardless of whether it was rooted in historical fact, it became accepted as such. (source)
Yeah, the story we were all taught in school is unmitigated sheep shit. I swear, the real reason the Puritans left England was because they were kicked out for being stone dicks who wouldn’t quit trying to convert everyone to their personal sky daddy delusions. “Religious freedom” my beautiful fat derrière.

Which brings me to this—the the latest Walmart massacre (this one in Virginia).
“It is by the grace of God that a bullet missed me,” Tyler said. “I saw the smoke leaving the gun, and I literally watched bodies drop. It was crazy.” (source)
So…what? This god of yours didn’t choose to show bulletproof grace to the six people who died? This god likes you best? The murdered six weren’t christian or not christian enough for your god to save? God was too focused on plucking the bullet meant for you out of the air and couldn’t be fussed about the others?
“In the aftermath of the El Paso Walmart shooting, the company made a decision in September 2019 to discontinue sales of certain kinds of ammunition and asked that customers no longer openly carry firearms in its stores.” (source)
Let’s see that ridiculousness again—“asked that customers no longer openly carry firearms in its stores.” Walmart “asked.” Isn’t that just nine kinds of precious? They asked. Did they say”pretty please” too? Do they not understand that open carry freaks aren’t exactly all there? They’ve got the maturity and mental stability of meth addled squirrels.

That El Paso bloodbath? The killer, Patrick Crusius, drove 650 miles to stop what he, in a manifesto, called “the Hispanic invasion” of Texas. He obliterated 23 lives.

The Buffalo grocery massacre? Payton Gendron drove 230 miles to murder Black people. 

The guy who gunned down five people in a Colorado Springs gay bar? His father and his maternal grandfather are profoundly execrable and dimwitted human failures.

Brink said he's a Mormon and his first reaction was to question why his son was at a gay bar.

You know Mormons don't do gay. We don't do gay. There's no gays in the Mormon church. We don't do gay,” Brink said
. (source)
“There's no gays in the Mormon church. We don’t do gay” but, apparently being a porn actor and MMA brawler is AOK with the mother church. Ain't religion grand? With a sperm donor like that (and maternal grandfather like this) OF COURSE the murderer is violently twisted.

I'm sure the killers all feel that god was on their side.

Today, for me, is about pie (not π ) and being generally thankful for the good things in my life. A short and desperately incomplete list:

  • Ten, Jen and Oni, without whom I’d be living in an old folk’s home and wouldn’t be walking at all.
  • My own dogged determination, without which I wouldn’t have gone from wheelchair to walker and, for now, sometimes even free-stepping—all in the space of one year.
  • Cake who, while not my Coco cuddle monster, is cozy, hilarious and a brilliant guard beast.
  • The bay which, in all weather, never ceases to thrill me.
  • Great books and by ‘great,’ I’m talking about stories by Vonnegut, Scalzi, Gardner, Richard Osman, Louise Penny, Martha Wells, Sherman Alexie—I could go on and on. Books have been a huge help and comfort in getting me through these past very hard few years.
  • My fabulous med pit crew.

And PIE!