Tuesday, June 24, 2008


I've been thinking more about the "Christian" fundamentalists and the Hedges book (see previous entry). Here's my problem: on the one hand, my understanding of Christianity is that while anger is not necessarily sinful, it is always wrong to hate somebody.

But on the other hand, I really HATE these fundamentalists. I mean, I can't say with any assurance how it will fare with me when my life is judged, but I find myself lusting to see these people driven INSANE with humiliation when God sews their eyelids open and forces them to see the truth of what they are and what they have been doing: all the lies, the persecution of the innocent, the bullying and sneaking methods of preaching a false gospel, the Nazi-like desire for control of other people, the willful destruction of all that is beautiful, the smugness, the spiritual Darwinism, the turning of the church into the whore of the state and the whore of capitalism.

I am probably pissing into the wind because very few people have ever responded to a blog of mine here, but I'll give it a shot. What do I do? How do I overcome this terrible feeling that the more you blaspheme the name of God in the name of God the more surely you will prevail? Where do these bastards, these hypocritical "Christian" Jesus haters get their certainty they will win, while the rest of us fuck about and let it happen?

Now if God says I am not allowed to hate these fundamentalists, however evil they are, how do I deal with it? I can't just flick a switch inside me and make myself love them.

Am I turning into one? Simply a mirror image?

I will not pray that anyone ever lose the grace of God forever. I suspect that we all, without exception, shall be eternally united with her somehow. In fact, it may well be that a belief in hell is the root of all the sickness that passes itself off as "Christianity." But I would like to see god thwart the plans of these blasphemers, bring them to absolute powerlessness and true repentance.

Friday, June 20, 2008

AMERICAN FASCISTS -- by Chris Hedges

I haven't finished this book yet, but it's good. Damn, but these fundamentalist/dominionists creep me out. And no, I'm not a dyed-in-the-wool secularist, I'm a Christian. As is Hedges.
Started reading Christopher Hitchens' GOD IS NOT GREAT: HOW RELIGION POISONS EVERYTHING, and didn't really read enough to give it a fair review.
But I kind of got tired of hearing what an asshole I am just for believing in god, so I doubt I'll finish it. Hey, I'm open to arguments for atheism, just don't be shittin' on me every page, okay, Chris? You know how YOU react when the religious folks try that on you, don't you?
Still, and all, Hitchens is identifiably human, however much saddled with an ego whose gravitational pull exceeds that of a gas giant planet. On the other hand, the fundamentalists, it seems, are in the process of diligently attempting to erase any semblance of the image of god in themselves, or anywhere else, despite all their pious shite.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Could it BE any cuter?

Simply adorable. I think the space babes in my previous post should drive this. I really do. This is from a last year's issue of CAR COLLECTOR. (The caption says this: "a Micro racer from the 1950s; the Stanguellini 750 Sport was raced at LeMans.")

Sunday, June 8, 2008


Couldn't resist posting this. Even the caption is hot. If you have difficulty reading it, it says this: "consumed by envy, she yearns to escape the exorbitantly priced confines of her vinyl mini-dress. Plus, she really wants a ham sandwich." She wouldn't have to eat much before that dress exploded! I love space babes, by the way. Usually I imagine them in rubber spacesuits, but these dresses are just fine. BTW: can anyone think of another even sexier caption for this pic?

Sunday, June 1, 2008


My challenge to you is simply this: prove that you actually exist (please!). As I may have mentioned on this blog before, I am fascinated by military history (esp. WWI and WWII). However, the politics of these historians tends to range from the political Middle off to the the political Right. Are there no Left military historians? Is there not a Howard Zinn of military history? I have asked before whether there is such a thing as a lefty Canadian novelist as well, with very little response. The silence is deafening. Therefore, I boldly strut forth, proudly, in my tight leather catsuit, snap my fingers contemptuously and cry, "left wing military historians and left wing Canadian novelists do not exist!"

Will no one humble me in my pride? (Please! I deserve it! I've been a bad kitty!)