Last Saturday my wife, son, and I, were sitting in a church ... voluntarily. As far back as I can remember ... this Had Never Happened before. We were there because we'd read in the paper that this was THE place to be for the best Christmas Chorale Music.
Well ... not so much. Another typical religion "bait and switch." They promised traditional Christmas music but instead trotted out a Christian Extravaganza. The church must have some Big Donors because this was a Big Budget Production. Singers, dancers, a small orchestra, and actors served up a strange presentation of Mary and Joseph in Bethlehem, intercut with a story about an upper-middle-class couple trying to adopt a child. Every once in a while everybody would burst into song. Contemporary Christmas pop tunes. The refrain from Jose Feliciano's Feliz Navidad, "I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas from the bottom of my heart... over and over and over until blood spurted from my ears. Ninety minutes of deadly earnest Christian entertainment. Gosh it was fun.
high point for me was leaving, but before that ... the best moment of sheer lunacy
was when they cranked up the fog machine, turned up the bright lights, and here
comes The Angel Gabriel to tell Mary some crazy news. At that moment it looked
exactly like a demented stage production of The UFO Incident, The Betty and
Barney Hill Story. Gabriel was getting Mary hip to the idea that very soon the
Holy Spirit would "visit" her and nine months later it will be Christmas for The
First Time. More fog, lights dim, Gabriel splits. Now Mary has to convince her
fiance that she's not pregnant yet ... but she will be pretty soon ... but Joseph
won't be the father ... but everything's going to be OK because the baby will be
The Son of God. Y'know ... the guy who created everything.
We left the church and walked in the rain back to our car. I wasn't depressed really ... just so g*ddamned sad that people really truly believe that crap.
Adam and Eve ate the forbidden fruit and pissed off The Almighty so bad that no sacrifice could mollify Him. Only a Perfect Sacrifice would satisfy the Big Guy. But humans aren't perfect. So what to do ... what to do ...? Here's A Plan.
1.) Using a little Supreme Being hocus-pocus, allow Mary to be born without Original Sin.There ya go ... A Perfect Sacrifice. God the Father was placated, The Holy Spirit got laid, and after three days The Son of God came back from the dead (a little worse for wear but outside of a couple of holes in his hands and feet ... good as new).
2.) Inside that pristine uterus, mix one egg, some celestial semen, and bake for nine months. Out pops a Perfect Human, The Son of God.
3.) When The Son of God is old enough, have some Jews nail Him to a cross and kill Him.
When I was a little kid, I was surrounded by nuns and priests who told me that nonsense was true. I didn't know anybody who had the balls to go up to Sister Mary Insanity or Father Pedophile and tell 'em the basis of their faith was gibberish. So I never thought about the merits of The Story. But one day I did think about it. An unused node in my brain woke up, the Hillbilly nodule I think it's called, and it said, "That Don't Make No Sense."
And that's where I filed away all the Jeebus Stories. And just about everything that comes from the mouths of Republicans. And ever since we moved up here to Canada ... the U.S. News and Current Events all fall into the "That Don't Make No Sense" bin.
The day before we unwittingly walked into a church, children were slaughtered in an elementary school in Connecticut. Since that horrible day, Stupid People and the Media Goon Squad have blamed the tragedy on video games, liberals, the removal of God from the schools, and the fact that the school's principal wasn't armed and ready to return fire.
From CBC news:
"... the U.S. rate of gun homicide was nearly eight times Canada's, the agency (Statistics Canada) says. Homicides accounted for 38 percent of deaths involving guns in the United States and 18 percent in Canada."