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Friday, May 20, 2011

Jerry Fallwell, Secret Druid

Our friend (and bad movie expert) Happenstance emailed us a link to this story:

Falwell’s Flub: Jerry-Rigged Policy Opens Door For Pagan Proselytizing In Virginia Public School

A group of Pagans in Albemarle County, Va., was recently given permission to advertise their multi-cultural holiday program to public school children – and they have the Rev. Jerry Falwell to thank for it.
The dispute started last summer when Gabriel and Joshua Rakoski, twins who attend Hollymead Elementary School, sought permission to distribute fliers about their church’s Vacation Bible School to their peers via “backpack mail.” Many public schools use special folders placed in student backpacks to distribute notices about schools events and sometimes extra-curricular activities to parents.
School officials originally denied the request from the twins’ father, Ray Rakoski, citing a school policy barring “distribution of literature that is for partisan, sectarian, religious or political purposes.”
A Charlottesville weekly newspaper, The Hook, reports that Rakoski “sicced the Liberty Counsel on the county,” and the policy was soon revised to allow religious groups to use the backpack mail system. Liberty Counsel is a Religious Right legal group founded by Mathew Staver and now affiliated with Falwell.
As you may recall, earlier this week The Christmas Guys (Bob “Blot o’ Mustard” Marley, his brother Daryl, and his other brother Daryl) spammed the comments with a bunch of cut-and-pasted legal decisions — or in some cases, just court cases — in an effort to prove that Christmas was under assault by the ACLU and activist judges.  Well, to paraphrase Jesus, “Live by the tort, die by the tort.”
Some local Pagans who attend Thomas Jefferson Memorial Church, a Unitarian-Universalist congregation in Charlottesville, decided to take advantage of the new forum as well. They created a one-page flier advertising a Dec. 9 event celebrating the December holidays with a Pagan twist and used the backpack system to invite the entire school community.
“Have you ever wondered what ‘Holidays’ refers to?” reads the flier. “Everyone knows about Christmas – but what else are people celebrating in December? Why do we celebrate the way we do?”
The flier invites people to “an educational program for children of all ages (and their adults), where we’ll explore the traditions of December and their origins, followed by a Pagan ritual to celebrate Yule.”
It concludes, “Come for one or both parts and bring your curiosity.”
Many members of this congregation are strong supporters of church-state separation who don’t believe public schools should promote any religion. But they were also unwilling to cede the field to Falwell and his fundamentalist allies. Falwell opened the backpack forum, and the Pagans were determined to secure equal time.
Suddenly not everyone was pleased by the open forum. Jeff Riddle, pastor of Jefferson Park Baptist Church in Charlottesville, wrote on his personal blog, “If the school allows the Baptist or Methodist church to send home a note to its students about Vacation Bible School, it also has to allow the Unitarian Church to send home a note about its ‘Pagan ritual to celebrate Yule’….This kind of note adds weight to the argument that it is high time for Christians to leave public schools for reasonable alternatives (homeschooling and private Christian schools).”
Another conservative Christian blogger in the county complained about finding the flier in her child’s folder. Apparently unaware of Falwell’s role in bringing it about, the blogger who goes by the name Cathy, noted disclaimer language at the bottom of the flier noting that the event is not connected to the school and wrote, “They [the school officials] aren’t endorsing or sponsoring this? Then it shouldn’t have been included in the Friday folders. The Friday folders have never been used for any thing other than school work and school board and/or County sanctioned/sponsored programs.”
She then fumed that a “pagan ritual” is “an educational experience my children don’t need.”
Well, Cathy and Jeff, it’s a new day. Your pals Falwell and Staver have opened up this forum, and now everyone gets to use it. Isn’t that what you wanted all along – freedom of religion? That freedom means all religions – even ones you don’t happen to like.
As of press time, Liberty Counsel is now suing to overturn the Law of Unintended Consequences.  In the meantime, CBS has cancelled A Charlie Brown Christmas, and replaced it with this evergreen holiday classic:

If Fallwell is a secret druid, does this mean he’s eligible to be the guest of honor at some sort of wicker festival? That is of course just a joke, based on both the deliberate factual inaccuracies behind the statement and the likelihood of this ever happening, that is to say, an actual joke, not a joke like Ann Coulter tells about Supreme Court Justices.
The sad thing, actually, is that it’s the Freepers who are most likely to try to burn him in effigy. Kinda looking forward to it, in a meanspirited, good-for-the-gander, reap-what-you-have-sown, kick-the-bullies-before-they-start-in-on- your-little-brother-again sort of way.
This kind of note adds weight to the argument that it is high time for Christians to leave public schools for reasonable alternatives
Aw, why stop there, Pastor Riddle? Even being on the same continent with these heathens might expose your children to new ideas. Time to get on a boat and try to find a new land.
Ah, it’s the old ‘freedom of speech for those who agree with me’ argument. . . I am sure somewhere, someone, is blogging about how this flyer discriminates against christians. . . . *sigh*
Ye gods I luuuuurve me some Wicker Man – the ass slapping scene is teh best EVAR! FWIW I actually live not too far from where it was filmed and it is still very much a big deal here in Dumfries and Galloway. Big WM festival every year…
…oh, and I also love the ‘back at ya’ that old Falwell got over this. I can’t wait till we can put a big bonfire in the public square, between the menorah and the nativity scene!
“This kind of note adds weight to the argument that it is high time for Christians to leave public schools for reasonable alternatives (homeschooling and private Christian schools).”
Actually, this kind of note adds weight to the argument that it is high time for Christian fundamentalist to leave public schools alone for reasonable alternatives (like undergoing intense and long-term therapy for whatever problem it is they seem to have that requires them to drive the rest of us nuts with their lunacy, particularly around the Holiday Seasons and School Board election time).
Ah, memories… When I was a student at WWU in B’ham, Wa, we had a rather large contingent of TM’ers on campus. They tried to form a student club, but were vigorously opposed by some of the Fundie clubs, on the grounds that what they were doing was actually promoting religion. The Fundies petitioned the student council (much to the annoyance of the members thereof), who responded by ammending the bylaws to disallow religious exercise, recruitment, or discussion by any clubs on campus. The resulting FooFraw was a pleasure to behold! I see the law of unintended consequences is still alive and kicking…
(The amendments were withdrawn, once the point had been made)
tomg, you rock, dude. Has Scott sent you a secret decoder ring yet?
It’s Catch-22 for these people. If they were savvy enough to realize how poorly they’ve been led for 25 years they’d be smart enough not to be fundies, or at least to drop their foolish, smell-my-farts, read-my-commandments agenda. God knows, you should pardon the expression, there’s at least as much pent-up acrimony among our 2000 Protestant sects as between Christians and pagans. More, no doubt, since their differences are fueled by metaphysical certainties, while most pagans happily live and let live with Christianity when it’s not trying to muscle everyone else aside.
The parochial school movement is 150 years old. It didn’t come about because atheists were oppressing Catholics, and it sure didn’t come about because Protestants gladly shared tax money with schools featuring other religious doctrines. Pushing Jesus into the political debate assured one thing: that one day the Savior was going to lose His majority.
Damn…it was because of that film (The Wicker Man) and The Shining that I had to give up my traditional wild boars head Christmas costume! The local Baptists kept trying to light me on fire….This year asbestos boars heads for all!
While it disturbs me that any religious/sectarian organization could put anything in my kid’s backpack other than school related activities, I do love the schadenfreude, with a shot of eggnog to chase.
Mmmm, blonde bimbos, bestiality and Edward Woodward…can’t go wrong with that combo!
“Live by the torte, die by the torte”
Jesus? I thought that was Michael Moore.
What, no Charie Brown Christmas Special? Good thing I have it on DVD. At least they haven’t cancelled Rudolph. (If I had a kid, I’d have to explain to him/her that Rudolph’s father is a jerk and so is Santa, but that Yukon Cornelius is a good guy – heck, one look at all the dog breeds that comprise his equipage and it’s obvious that he works with Animal Rescue.)
way back in time, i was a snarky highschooler. having won an essay contest, i became co-editor of the school newspaper for the 1978-79 school year. every morning we had morning announcements read over the p.a. system. after that we were required to stand for the national anthem and the lord’s prayer. this was in a public high school, here in godless, secular, gay-marrying canada.
perhaps some prehistory is in order. as the child of immigrants, my irish catholic mom enrolled me in catholic school for first grade. there i experienced the sacred joy of physical assault by my teacher on a routine basis. i was strapped on the hand, slapped in the face and in one particular instance given a bare assed strapping in front of the class. toward the end of the year, the teacher called my mom to suggest that my “behaviour problems” indicated that i was beyond salvation. since i was doomed to the eternal fires of hell, perhaps i should go to public school instead. which suited me just fine, thank you very much.
so, i had and have no special love for christianity or christians or their holidays. so…back to high school. my neighbourhood was growing and changing. my best friend seth aka the jewish kid and pawanjiit the hindu kid, ozner the muslim kid and faruq the zoroastrian kid started to sit down after the anthem and ignore the lord’s prayer.
well that just wouldn’t do. so we were assigned detention. every day we dared to so disrespect someone else’s mandated prayer. that would be every damn day. so i wrote an editorial in the school paper calling for a ban on the morning prayer. we receivd dozens and dozens and more dozens of very angry letters in response. my favourite, which i will never forget, “as a good christian, i think you should be shot.”
but that wasn’t where it ended. one girl defended her faith by asking if i was the author of the editorial. when i said yes, she spit in my face. another brave christian fellow followed me to my locker and hit me from behind, slamming me into the metal door and busted my forehead open. i bled like a stuck pig, though the cut was actually very small. i refused to clean up the gore and went to homeroom covered in blood. (i’ve always had a flair for the dramatic)
that morning i told the teacher that i wouldn’t be attending any more detentions for failure to pray on command. i also told him that if there was any further detention for the other kids that i would take the matter to my parents, the local newspaper and if necessary seek an attorney and sue the school and the teacher.
it wasn’t until after i’d made my comments that i agreed to go to the school nurse and get cleaned up. my pal seth decided to come with me. he worked on the yearbook and we grabbed his camera, took several pictures of my sticky mug as well as my locker which had a nice crimson on gray smear where my face had met steel. rather than going to the nurse, we went to the school office to confront the principal.
timing being everything, i was first told that i was being removed from the school paper after many complaints from parents about editorial. i was then told that if i were to create any more fuss, i would be suspended. i was also informed that i was banned from the newspaper office and that all further issues were to be vetted by a staff supervisor before being sent to press.
now, this was pre-computer days and the paper was pasted up. the other co-editor, the amazing and very hot vicki, had agreed with our original decision to run my piece. since i was banned, seth gave her the pictures. after the staff supervisor vetted the next issue, she swapped out an article about the volleyball team and ran a picture of me covered in blood and her own editorial.
of course, she was fired. but after a very angry call from my dad (a sixteen year veteran of the british royal corps of engineers) i received a half-hearted apology from the teacher. the next week, no lord’s prayer. we now started the day with a moment of silent reflection during which we were free to worship, or not, as we pleased.
so happy holidays xmas guys. i got your war on xmas etched into a little scar on my forehead.
“as a good christian, i think you should be shot.”
Any cognitive dissonance inside those skulls? Nope.
“as a good christian, i think you should be shot.”
Any cognitive dissonance inside those skulls? Nope.
Serge, that would require grey matter inside those skulls, first.
This kind of note adds weight to the argument that it is high time for Christians to leave public schools for reasonable alternatives (homeschooling and private Christian schools).”
Homeschooling? Are the christians now cutting-and-running from public schools? What a bunch of cheese-eating surrender monkeys; the culture war is lost.
That’s hilarious, and just what we need to do, fight fire with fire. People in my town keep complaining that they’re more and more uncomfotable at school functions as all these fundie clergy have been sent here. What we really need to do is find our local Wiccans and Satanists and ask them to call the school and demand equal time in performing the blessings. Let’s see how quick the “Aw, suck it up, so what if it’s a public function, you can listen to a sermon without it killing you no matter what your beliefs are” people turn into the guys outside picketing against being indoctrinated at school functions.
The Law of Unintended Consequences is a corrolary of systems theory, the same theory that predicts imminent environmental collapse due to human ignorance and greed.
Pagans revere Nature as the embodiment of the Divine. (See http://www.paganinstitute.org)We believe that everyone is ultimately all part of One Life; what we do to others, we ultimately do to ourselves.
Those who seek to deny our civil liberties will reveal their own agendas and characters; in time, good people will recognize demonization for what it is.
Blessed Be!
Can someone explain to me why “The Wicker Man” (the original version) is so popular among pagans? Been a while, but as i remember it the movie did not present pagans positively (human sacrifice a family value, not so much)- is it just that it depicts pagans at all? Yeah, the festival scenes are kind of cool (if somewhat disoriented and disorienting) but the whole thing is portrayed as sinister. Btw, my wife is a sort of lapsed pagan.
And, though i’m an atheist, the whole nature-worship thing is about as good as religion gets- been to a few pagan gatherings, not a bad scene on the whole, mostly well-meaning and well-doing people looking for something both transcendant and purely positive- i understand why the being-confused-with-satanists mess bothers many pagans (another thing the movie fosters).So, Divine Ms.D.Sidhe, celticgirl, what am i missing?
God has spoken and removed this false prophet from the face of the earth. Praise the Lord.

They Grow Up So Fast

In The American Prospect, Big Media Brad from Sadly, No! goes the ISG Report one better, and presents a simple, foolproof plan for winning the War on Christmas:
Here are some modest proposals: 1.) A 1,000 percent sales tax on wrapping paper and mistletoe, revenues from which will fund a commune of gay Wiccan avant garde cellists. 2.) We ban the sale of all Christmas records except for Terry Bradshaw Sings Christmas Songs for the Whole Family and the non-religious holiday music composed by the gay Wiccan cellists.
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5 Responses to “They Grow Up So Fast”

I knew I shouldn’t give up the cello when I was 12. Damn!
I used to play the cello too! I gave it up in college so I am more worthy than Marq. Also, I am not a druid (I am a muslim) but I wrote a report on druids in 12th grade English class. Can I be part of the war on Xmas?
Rather than waging war on Xmas, I subject it to my own lazy apathy. We sleep late, have some of Casa Biscuitbarrel’s famous glazed cinnamon rolls, quarrel over the DVD player. Around sundown, we go to Chinatown for dinner. Usually we eat at the Full Kee, where my sons like to gross out the squeamish by pointing out such menu items as Congealed Duck Blood.
Then it’s back home for another round of squabbles over the DVD player. The eldest Biscuitbarrel lad plugs in his laptop where we’re sure to trip over the power cord. That’s tradition!
“revenues from which will fund a commune of gay Wiccan avant garde cellists.”
What if I want to fund a collective of polyamorous Reconstructionist Jewish cantors, huh? Why can’t my tax money be toward causes I believe in?
Oh, OK, maybe if the cantors and the cellists do a duet or something.

Irony May Not Be Dead, But Someone Just Gave It A Dose of Polonium-210

In a round-up of conservative reaction to the Iraq Study Group report in today’s Los Angeles Times, we find this:
[C]onservative commentator William J. Bennett vented in volcanic fashion. “In all my time in Washington I’ve never seen such smugness, arrogance, or such insufferable moral superiority,” Bennett wrote on the National Review website. “Self-congratulatory. Full of itself. Horrible.”
When reached at a local T.G.I.Friday’s, the nicotine-addicted former Drug Czar, secret compulsive gambler, and author of The Book of Virtues declined further comment, instead requesting a bucket as he returned his attention to his Baby Back Ribs and Jack Daniels-basted Sizzling Triple Meat Combo Platter.
You know, I knew he was a huge flaming asshole. I’m just surprised to discover how stupid he is. Every rational person in the nation, and I admit that’s not as many as I would like, came up with some variation on “Speak for yourself, pal,” upon reading that. What the hell did he *think* the response was going to be?
He wants his baby-back-baby-back-baby-back.
Remember, there’s something like twenty seven percent of the idiot nation that doesn’t see anything wrong with what’s going on.
Of course, shiny things and Britney’s kitty are much more interesting to them.
And the War on Christmas is much more serious than an “insurgency” that kills people EVERY GODDAMN DAY.
Sorry, I’m caffeinated.
I am one of the ever-decreasing percentage of people who have actually not seen Britney’s cooter so far, and is highly unlikely to, barring accident of course. I wonder if there’s a market for tee-shirts that read, “I Have NOT Seen Britney’s TWAT!” Whatever it is, it’s gotta be shrinking. Um, the market, that is. Not Britney’s pussy.

Are you a passive-purple-four-ball?

Well?

Are you?!

If you’ve never bothered to ask yourself that question before, then the question answers itself, because an indifference to your passive-purple-four-ball status is a classic sign of passive-purple-four-ballity.
Or so I gather from this bit of spam sent to me by Calvary Press:
Manly Dominion: In a Passive-Purple-Four-Ball World – by Mark Chanski
Are you a passive-purple-four-ball? In billiards, the four-ball is passive; it’s the one that gets knocked around by the other balls. Christian man, is that you?
If so, you must learn to become a ball knocker, not he whose balls are knocked.
Are you knocked around by your environment, rather than taking your God-given assignment to lead? Are you passive when faced with difficult situations at home, church or work? Unfortunately, the world today is filled with many passive-purple-four-ball men, who are clueless as to how to deal with their work environment, relate to their wives, raise their children, spiritually guide their families, and lead with confidence in their churches.
That does sound like a lot of work, especially when you’ve got two extra balls to deal with.  It must feel like hobbling around with a fleshy sack of Clackers.

Mark Chanski’s book is a clarion call to all Christian men to face life’s challenges with Manly Dominion.
Now with patented Purple-Four-Ball-Be-Gone™.

It will challenge and encourage you to lead, wherever God places you, with Spirit-filled conviction. The wisdom contained herein is from the most reliable source known: God’s Word, the Bible.
As interpreted by his inerrant prophet, Mark Chanski (a graduate of Grand Rapids Baptist Seminary).

As you read, you will discover that Chanski touches on just about every subject that a man needs to consider in his life, and he does so with unequalled clarity. No Christian man (or woman!) living in today’s world should be without it. Read carefully, and transform your life!
Yes, it’s a complicated metaphor, so read carefully, or you might not be able to disentangle Mark’s subtle symbology:
“Man is to aggressively dominate his environment, instead of allowing his environment to dominate him,” Chanski writes. “I am not to be a passive-purple four-ball! I am rather to be a stick-carrying player! In the spheres of my life, I must subdue and rule, and not permit myself to be subdued and ruled.
So cinch up your spheres, boys, and grab your stick, before your old lady gets her hands on it and declares her dominion over the Earth and makes you go with her to Target on Saturday.
“In the Lord Jesus Christ, the Christian finds his ultimate model for subduing and ruling over the opposing circumstances of our sin cursed world,” he writes.
Although Jesus was fined twice for using illegal submission holds, and one time he got a two-week suspension for using a foreign object, so, you know, don’t go all crazy.

Anyway, Mark’s wisdom arrived on the same day that the front page of the Los Angeles Times highlighted another front in the anti-passive-purple-four-balls war, Manliness is next to godliness:
Brad Stine runs onstage in ripped blue jeans, his shirt untucked, his long hair shaggy. He’s a stand-up comic by trade, but he’s here today as an evangelist, on a mission to build up a new Christian man — one profanity at a time. “It’s the wuss-ification of America that’s getting us!” screeches Stine, 46.
A moment later he adds a fervent: “Thank you, Lord, for our testosterone!”
Hold hands with strangers? Sing love songs to Jesus? No wonder pews across America hold far more women than men, Stine says. Factor in the pressure to be a “Christian nice guy” — no cussing, no confrontation, in tune with the wife’s emotions — and it’s amazing men keep the faith at all.
“We know men are uncomfortable in church,” says the Rev. Kraig Wall, 52, who pastors a small church in Franklin, Tenn. — and is at GodMen to research ways to reach the husbands of his congregation. His conclusion: “The syrup and the sticky stuff is holding us down.”
As dieties go, Jesus is just too saccharine.  You get the blood of the lamb, when you really want to see the blood gushing from the nose of the infidel you just decked for dissing your Headship.
John Eldredge, a seminal writer for the movement, goes further in “Wild At Heart,” his bestselling book. “Christianity, as it currently exists, has done some terrible things to men,” he writes. Men “believe that God put them on earth to be a good boy.”
But if you dig down deep into scripture, you’ll find that God really put you on earth to be a remoreless, unstoppable killing machine made of liquid metal.  So I advise all Christians concerned about their masculinity to visit their nearest zinc-plating establishment and avail themselves of the hot dip galvanizing process.
Stine asks the men: “Are you ready to grab your sword and say, ‘OK, family, I’m going to lead you?’”
My dad was a profoundly decent man, and would never have grabbed his sword in front of the family.  Still, I don’t want to give the false impression that, what with all the talk of cue-sticks and sword-grabbing, there’s anything remotely phallocentric about this program.
A workshop called “Training the Penis” encourages men to talk openly about temptation and bond with guys who share their struggles.
Okay.  Check that.

Fortunately, this isn’t just another avenue for sneaking Promise Keeper-style misogyny into the home:
He also distributes a list of a real man’s rules for his woman. No. 1: “Learn to work the toilet seat. You’re a big girl. If it’s up, put it down.”
Doesn’t that sound like just the sort of thing Jesus would have said to Mary Magdalene if he’d had indoor plumbing?
Stine’s wife, Desiree, says she supports manly leadership; it seems to her the natural and God-ordained order of things. As she puts it: “When the rubber hits the bat, I want to know my husband will protect me.”
Admittedly, Stine’s philosophy does seem to be working in his own home, but we should note that he may have an unfair advantage, since he clearly married an idiot.  For the rest of us, living by the New Testosterone Testament may prove a bit more challenging:
But some men at the conference run into trouble when they debut their new attitudes at home. Eric Miller, a construction worker, admits his wife is none too pleased when he takes off, alone, on a weekend camping trip a few weeks after the GodMen conference this fall.  “She was a little bit leery of it, as we have an infant,” he reports. “She said, ‘I need your help around here.’ ”
Miller, 26, refuses to yield: “I am supposed to be the leader of the family.”
And leaders get to abdicate their responsibilities whenever they want and go off camping, or cutting brush, or blasting pen-raised quail.  It says so in the Bible.  Book of Jerks, Chapter 7, Verse 18.
He’s pretty sure his wife will come around once she recognizes he’s modeling his life after Jesus’, like a good Christian should. It’ll just take a little explaining, because the Jesus he has in mind is the guy on the wanted poster: “confrontational and sarcastic when he needed to be,” Miller says, and determined to use “whatever means was necessary to achieve his goal.”
Jesus’ goal was eternal salvation for Mankind.  Miller’s goal is to avoid changing a diaper.  The parallels are a little too eerie if you ask me.

And the increased steroid content in today’s sacramental wine may explain the War on the War on Christmas:
A few weeks later, Stephenson, 43, is still not sold on profanity. But he has ditched the nice-guy reflex of always turning the other cheek. When he spots a Wal-Mart clerk writing “Happy Holidays” on a window, he boldly complains: It should say “Merry Christmas.”
The clerk erases the offending greeting. Chalk one up for Christian testosterone
Then when the self-satisfied Stephenson left the store with his gallon jug of French’s Mustard, an US magazine to read on the crapper, and a set of new floor mats, the clerk erased Merry Christmas and wrote Happy Holidays again.  Chalk one up for turning the other cheek until the assholier-than-thou customer heads back to his car.

So what does it mean for Christianity that there are so many frustrated, insecure adherents desperately searching for a way to express Jesus’ message of love and peace in a manner that is spiritually authentic, but more violent and intimidating?  Well, it’s just another indication that many of our evangelicals are simply in the wrong religion.  The crusading era of Christianity is over, guys, you missed it.  If you’re looking to convert a few heathens at sword point, you’re not likely to get a purse of gold and a papal writ from the Fifth United Methodist Church in Wheaton, Illinois.

However, there is a group in Waziristan that seems to practice the kind of muscular, confrontational, action-oriented faith you’re apparently craving, and I hear they’re always on the lookout for a new number three guy.  Just a thought.

35 Responses to “Are you a passive-purple-four-ball?”

A workshop called “Training the Penis” encourages men to talk openly about temptation and bond with guys who share their struggles.
Let me guess. This is really just a circle jerk let by Ted Haggert?
He’s pretty sure his wife will come around once she recognizes he’s modeling his life after Jesus’, like a good Christian should.
I guess what Jesus was really doing out in the desert when he was getting “tempted” was…camping.
When Testosterone Jesus said to turn the other cheek, he was instructing us to moon the infidels.
A workshop called “Training the Penis” encourages men to talk openly about temptation and bond with guys who share their struggles.
See, I bet once they start using highly trained penises, they won’t find themselves in so many manholes.
Oh man, Jesus’ General is going to be so all over this…
Great one, scott, as usual. Where DO these idiots come from?
Opps. Haggard.
If you are concerned about having purple balls, the answer is masturbation, not naked wrestling with your fellow HE-MENNNNNNNNN WIMMIN HATERSSSSSS
This message brought to you courtesy of “Simply Left Behind” and “Masturbate For Peace”
…he boldly complains…
That really says it all, doesn’t it? “He whined with courage.”
“Users of Christian testosterone who experience purple balls lasting over four hours should seek medical attention immediately.”
Wow. These ass clowns don’t see just not giving a damn and not trying to even make excuses for yourself… and this? is godlike?
“Are you ready to grab your sword and say, ‘OK, family, I’m going to lead you?’”
I’m totally ready to grab my sword…
Whoops, I think it’s time for another training session for my penis…
mikey
I am not a passive purple four ball! I am a man! Well, a woman. Also, a spaghetti pusher, I have that on some authority.
While I’m at it, can I try once more the joke I used the first time I read about these grubby Promise-Keepers (At No More Mr Nice Blog)?
Iron John is Born Again.
Oh yes. Let’s try it again, gentlemen. If you want us to not bitch at you for leaving the seat up, aim better or clean the fucking thing. No one wants to look at that, understand? If you’re not going to do either, you can bloody well put the seat down so we don’t have to dash in and scrub at your spots every time we hear you flush. Okay? It’s got nothing the fuck to do with oppressing you or bending you to our will or anything like that. It’s a simple courtesy that is, let’s face it, much easier for you to learn to do than cleaning the damned thing yourself.
Jesus Christ, boys, even the fucking housecats know enough to cover their piss until someone can clean it up. You guys really want to demand special treatment for being less clever than an animal that eats live bugs?
I am also a spaghetti pusher. I have no balls. Not even two. No colors. And although I am a big woman, I still expect the toilet seat and lid to be put down by all members of the household so the cats don’t fall in.
It’s part of that tricky “Love each other as I have loved you” thing Christ said.
Christ! These guys are moronic!
Thank you.
See, this is why fundies went ballistic over “Brokeback Mountain”. Every woman who sees it is gonna wonder what her husband’s REALLY doing when he takes off with one of his buddies. And judging from these guys, a lot of those women will be right.
If there’s anything worse than being a passive-purple-four-ball, it’s being a yammerin-yellow-nine-ball. Not only do you have a yellow strip down your back, but others are trying to pot you straight into the Iraqi side pocket!
The toilet seat thing is approachable by means of cold logic, immune to even the most advanced Manly Theological arguments.
To wit: there are three bodily functions distributed amongst two sexes that commonly require the use of the toilet whose seat’s position is the object of contention. One of these functions is performed by only one gender and requires that the seat be in the down position. Of the other two functions, shared by both genders, only one function is performed by one gender in such a way that the seat must (or should) be raised.
The raised position function is in a 20% minority, and must therefore, in a democratic republic, cede to the majority.
If you’re wondering what Brad Stine’s comedy act is like, here’s a couple samples:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JodsaHFUGvQ
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3CaqXrA1BGE
The nicest thing I can say about it is, it’s not as bad as Victoria Jackson’s (to name another bloody awful “Christian comedian”).
I dunno. That leaves the door open for a majority-male household to leave the seat up despite issues of pets, sleepy-sitting-in-the-dark, and cleanliness and aesthetics. I like to stick with the basics. Men seem to loathe cleaning the toilet and drying off the cat far more than they dislike making a habit of putting the seat–and lid, dammit–down.
I just think it’s cute how Mr Petulant whines that women should learn to operate a toilet seat (while suggesting that it should always be in the Up position for his convenience). Seriously, buddy, who cleans it in your house? I’m guessing, given the dinner-on-the-table-when-I-get-home attitude, it’s your wife. This would seem to indicate *she* already knows how to use it, and *you* want to be allowed to forget.
Okay, the up/down question’s a silly one. I wanna know why people don’t turn the bathroom light on first. I live alone and I don’t do that.
I grew up playing billiards – both balkline and three-cushin — to the best of my knowledge, the game is played with only three balls (white, white w/red dot, and red); there is no purple ‘jesus’ ball. . . I thought for a moment that I was going to be saved, and repent my sinful ways, but then I realized that this guy didn’t understand billiards, and therefore his entire analogy was bogus. Oh well, I guess I’ll have a drink and download some porn. . . .
A moment later he adds a fervent: “Thank you, Lord, for our testosterone!”
That’d be the extra pair of balls talking, I guess.
[...] From World ‘o Crap, something really funny. [...]
Kudos, man. So funny, I plotzed.
Are you a passive-purple-four-ball?
Well. No. But I think I can be classified as a one-eyed, one-horned, flyin’ purple people eater.
Wow, this is great. A Church of Pure Entitlement. This new attempt to edit christianity into a form more appealing to Y chromosomes sounds rather like the Promises Keepers farrago, although without any tiresome talk about Promises or Obligations or Responsibilities. But if they were serious about making the churches more appealing to men, they would provide beer on tap. And a billiard table.
“When the rubber hits the bat, I want to know my husband will protect me.”
Clearly these people have not actually read the bible, or they would know that Leviticus prohibits the mixing of metaphors. I can’t remember the actual verse but it’s just after the prohibitions on mixing two fibres in the same cloth, or planting two grains in the same field.
OK — I made it up. But I am fairly sure that there is nothing in the Sermon on the Mount about “Blessed are the wife-beaters”.
I thought the line about rubber hitting the bat for protection was a reference to birth control. I certainly hope so-the Stines don’t strike me as people who should reproduce.
Mark Chanski’s book is a clarion call to all Christian men to face life’s challenges with Manly Dominion.
Now there’s a niche. If I were more of an entrepreneur, I would certainly be marketing an aftershave called Manly Dominion. Along with my Blood-of-the-Lamb shower gel: “Have you been washed in the Blood of the Lamb?”
Now had he asked “You want to do a Frisco Speedball” instead of “Are you a passive-purple-four-ball?” the rest of the column would have been just as crazy, but at least I could have figured out what triggered it.
Linking The Christian Fundy Man Movement with the Taliban sort of reminds me of When Hitler met Stalin.
From the “Trivia you couldn’t care less about” desk (It’s in my spare room – er, the desk, not the trivia). When Clay Lacy was flying Unlimited Class at the Reno Races back in the Seventies he flew the “Passionate Purple P-51″. And he had a big stuffed snoopy in his backseat…
mikey
This guy must contribute to writing the Zippy strip. The last frame writes itself here:
“Passive purple four ball”.
“Passive purple four ball”.
“Passive purple four ball”.
Christian man, is that you?
Well, there he goes, leaping to incorrect conclusions right out of the gate.
You know, the title of this little petite fours is such a mangled attempt at a topical reference that I thought the book just had to be by WO’C favorite, li’l Doug Giles, but… no.
Are you knocked around by your environment, rather than taking your God-given assignment to lead?
And then he goes on to suggest that all these men lead. As in everyone. Well, in fact, there can only be one leader at a time. It all settles into a hierarchal, graduated order of leaders and followers. If every (Christian) man attempted to lead in every situation in which he found himself, constant fighting and rampant chaos would result. If you went to Church, and rather than listen to a sermon by the pastor, every man in the place got up and started in on his own sermon at the top of his lungs, as they fought amongst themselves for the pulpit, what would you think? Other than that every male in the place had gone completely, 100%, rubber-room insane?
assholier-than-thou
That was an absolutely delicious turn-of-phrase, which I (ass)wholly intend to steal and use, probably without attribution. It describes so many so well.
Life is unpleasant enough without assholes actually training people to be just like them! And isn’t there at least something a little bit sacrilegious in admitting, so openly, that your savior is a jerk?
Now had he asked “You want to do a Frisco Speedball” instead of “Are you a passive-purple-four-ball?” the rest of the column would have been just as crazy, but at least I could have figured out what triggered it.
Mehitabel the Abyssinian has just reminded me, by coughing one up, that Chanski would also make more sense if he had asked about passive purple fur-balls. I do need to keep her away from the food colouring.
Oh, and scott? Don’t mess around with Wheaton, Illinois. It is the World Capitol Of Bible Printing! Yes, the Wheaton Bible Press (probably the source of all those motel Bibles that used to plague D. Sidhe so) and the Billy Graham Center at Wheaton College are pretty much its claims to fame. Oh, and Belushi was born there.
Ayup. That’s pretty much it.
“When the rubber hits the bat, I want to know my husband will protect me.”
Whoaa. Way too much information about their sex life.
[...] Scott at World O’ Crap points us to the anti-passive purple four ball vision of Christianity. [...]
Brad Stine kinda looks like a Just-A-Buck version of Owen Wilson.

Mary Cheney Having a Baby Just to Spite the Bush Administration?

That’s what our friend Janice “Mad at My Mop” Shaw Crouse seems to be saying in her lastest Townhall column “Mary Cheney’s pregnancy affects us all.”

Mary Cheney’s pregnancy poses problems not just for her child, but also for all Americans. Her action repudiates traditional values and sets an appalling example for young people at a time when father absence is the most pressing social problem facing the nation.
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Mary’s pregnancy is an “in-your-face” action countering the Bush Administration’s pro-family, pro-marriage and pro-life policies. She continues to repudiate the work to which her father has devoted his life.
If I read Janice correctly, she is saying that Mary’s pregnancy is a repudiation of Mary’s father and all he stands for.

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Mary’s pregnancy is apparently not the result of state-sponsored torture, global destabilization, attacks on Constitutional rights, or Halliburton’s war profiteering, so I suppose it is in some small way a repudiation of her father’s life work.
“Wheew! That kid’s gonna be far out.” –John Sebastian to the audience at the Woodstock Festival, Bethel, NY, August 1969, commenting on a reported birth in the audience.
Some folks need to have a foot in their mouths if nothing else to stem the flow of bullshit that advances like a meep-tide from their bile-sacs.
As one of the Americans mentioned in the quote, I have to tell you that I will not sleep tonight as I try to figure out how to solve the problems which Mary’s pregnancy has forced on me!!
Damn you, Mary Cheney!
Nothing says “In your face!” to pro-life policies quite like a pregnancy.
I really don’t give a rat’s ass about what Janice the Menace thinks about Mary Cheney’s pregnancy, but I’ve been having difficulty posting comments on sites I’ve been able to in the past (Sadly, No! being one) so I’m just posting this to see if I can.
I have my answer.
I have my answer! I’m walking on air!
Looks like you’re stuck with me here. :)
Hemlock Echo, that was good.
You know, Janice, as along as the kid doesn’t expose me to chicken pox, scream in my favorite restaurants while I’m there, or grow up to vote republican and use more than its fair share of resources, I foresee no problems to me. Of course, the last one is a given, but this is no different than any other white American kid of the wealthy political elite, regardless of how it was conceived. On the other hand, Worst President Ever seems to be determined to ensure that the child’s future home ends up permanently undersea as we all struggle to survive the effects of global warming and rampant overpopulation, so it may not matter either way.
“Hmmm, so maybe Mary thinks that the absence of some fathers isn’t that pressing of a social problem.”
Well wouldn’t that include grandfathers? Uncles by marriage? Male cousins? That’s about it as the Cheney gene pool is as limp and shallow as Vice President Go Fuck Yourself and his Haughty Hausfrau.
Janice Shaw Crouse, Ph.D., Senior Fellow at the Beverly LaHaye Institute, the think tank for Concerned Women for America, is a recognized authority on domestic issues, the United Nations, cultural and women’s concerns.
Her doctorate’s in communications, fer chrissakes. Is that supposed to confer authority on everything that comes out of your piehole?
so did she mention the failure of the “abstinence until marriage” policy in her article as well?
and is the result of “preznit giv me turkee baster” resulting in a “preznit giv me turkee bastard?”
sorry, that should have been “a preznit giv me turkee baster bastard”
h/t Dr Seuss
I got a special finger for Ms. Crause, on behalf of my sister, my sister-in-law, and their daughter.
Like the old motto says, “Make it in Massachusetts”
My favorite is now officially Focus on Teh Ghey Family with their comment that “Love can’t replace a mother and a father”.
Call me an America-hating bastard and all, but I have to assume that children out there living with a biological mother and father who beat them, molest them, or otherwise abuse them would prefer love from aunts, foster parents, or gay parents who, based on the trouble they went to to get pregnant, probably actually wanted them.
No, love can’t replace a mother and a father. But given the choice, I suspect most children would rather be loved.
I couldn’t really follow her logic, but I got the feeling she was scrambling around unsuccessfully attempting to find a way to blame this on the Clenis™.
I wonder who the sperm donor is. I’m betting it’s Don Rumsfeld or Rush Limbaugh.
“Janice Shaw Crouse, Ph.D., Senior Fellow at the Beverly LaHaye Institute, the drunk tank for Concerned Women for America”
I think the sperm donor is Ann Coulter.
As someone mentioned, a loved child versus an unloved one.
Wow, hard choice.
Idiots. They’re only concerned with zygotes and blastocysts that have yet to become sentient. After that f’em.
Their supposed morality makes everything else irrelevant, and that’s beyond f’ed up. It’s evil.
I think this is all Mary’s clever way of getting us used to the idea that “dad” will be gone… right after Buckshot McCheney stumbles into his next hunting trip.
I feel sorry for this poor kid–well, not that he or she will ever actually be poor, but in the sense that s/he will be despised by people like Janet Shaw Crouse, sight unseen. One day, as s/he grows up and learns to read and to use a computer, the kid will Foogle his name… or mommy’s name… or, hell, Heather’s name, and will be treated to all this mindless, hateful crap. The stuff on the leftwing sites is hurtful enough-the stuff on the rightwing sites is downright viscous. To make matters worse, mommy’s bookmarks likely lead directly to “wonderful” sites like RedsState, PowerLine, Instapundit, Atlas Pammed, etc. Unless things undergo a radical change over the next few years, rightblogistan will be quite the minefield for little Halliburton Trust Fund. D’oh! See? I fall automatically into that mode. Feh!
Isn’t the Christmas season about celebrating the birth of a kid to some woman named Mary who got knocked up even though she’d never fucked a guy?

Jor-El? What is that, some kind’a Muslim name?

For those who can’t get enough lame serials in their diet, Ivan from Thrilling Days of Yesteryear (one of the earliest adopters of Wo’C) is doing a weekly rundown of the 1948 Superman chapterplay, and finding some remarkable parallels to our present situation in Iraq.  Here’s a sample:
JOR-EL: Derision and disbelief are not new to men of science…for centuries they have combated the skepticism displayed…
FIRST COUNCIL MEMBER: Give us facts…
Jor-El makes a game try of trying to explain to these ward heelers that Krypton is slowly being sucked into the orbit of its sun, but his warnings are interrupted with cries of “Ridiculous!” and “Bullshit!”
RO-ZON: Gentlemen…gentlemen… (To Jor-El) Assuming for a moment that what you say is true—how can we avoid this disaster?
JOR-EL: It cannot be avoided…it is a natural evolution of nature…a force that even we supermen are powerless to prevent…
RO-ZON: We are powerless?
JOR-EL: Yes…but we can use our great ability elsewhere…we must flee Krypton…
Oooh…big mistake…suggesting that everybody get the hell out of Dodge on some series of giant space arks is not going to pacify these neoconservatives, who clearly see that suggestion as “cut-and-run.”  “So this is how you plan to solve the dilemma you created…by flight…spacecraft?” scoffs one Council member.  (You tell him, Councilman!  Stay the course!)


Click here for the rest.  It’s good stuff.

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It’s interesting that there’s nothing in the original about Truth, Justice and the American Way. Nope. Instead, we have Jonathan Kent telling his son tat he should use his abilities for Truth Tolerance and Justice. That’s it.
Meanwhile, I’ve been unable to catch much of Atom-Man vs Superman. The chapter I did see is titled “Superman crashes thru”. He does? I’m sooo surprised. And it’s hard to take seriously a villain whose outfit consists of a regular black suit and who sound slike he’s speaking from inside a bucket. That probably is because he is wearing a bucket.
I actually want to watch that second serial, but my wife has threatened divorce if I have that on TV while she’s around.
Shouldn’t Ro-Zon’s name actually be Chay-nee?

As My Mom Would Say, “If THAT’s All You Have to Worry About, Consider Yourself Blessed”

Speaking of annoying whiners, Dennis Prager has a new column out.  In it, he tries to justify his previous column “America, Not Keith Ellison, Decides What Book a Congressman Takes His Oath on,” and then asks for our sympathy because all decent people (well, the ones who’ve heard of him, at least) now think that he’s a hateful jerk.
As a public service, here’s a shorter version of Dennis’s “response to my critics”:
“I never said that Keith Ellison should be legally forced to swear his oath of office on the Bible, I merely said that he, like all Americans, should pretend to be a Christian in public – you know, for tradition’s sake. Oh, and to all you stinky liberals who said bad things about me, the truth is that there is NO WAY that I could be bigoted against Muslims, because I am a JEW!”
Anyway, here are a few passages from Dennis:
In addition, there was widespread coverage [of l’affaire Prager] on left-wing blogs, which, with no exception I could find, distorted what I said, charging my column and me with, for example, racism (see below), when race plays no role at all in this issue or in my column. For the record, because I deem this a significant statement about most of the Left, I found virtually no left-wing blog that was not filled with obscenity-laced descriptions of me.
For the record, we have never filled World O’Crap with obscenity-laced descriptions of Dennis, because, frankly, he’s never done anything to merit filling an entire blog with descriptions of him.
Aside from the immaturity and loathing of higher civilization that such public use of curse words reveal, the fury and hate render the leftist charge that it is the Right that is hate-filled one of the most obvious expressions of psychological projection I have seen in my lifetime.
See, if you used bad language when discussing Dennis’s column, it doesn’t mean you strongly disagree with Dennis’s expressed views or object to his wordsl no, it means you hate higher civilization. Oh, and you are also suffering from some kind of psychological problem, because only a crazy person wouldn’t agree with such reasonable thoughts as, “If you are incapable of taking an oath on that book [the Bible], don’t serve in Congress.”  In case, when western civiization falls, I’m pretty sure it will all be TBogg’s fault.

Later, Dennis defends himself against charges that he is “Islamophobic”
All those who write that I “compared” the Koran to “Mein Kampf” are lying — deliberately lying to defame me rather than respond to my arguments. I simply offered a slippery slope argument that if we let everyone choose their own text at swearings-in, what will happen one day should a racist decide to use “Mein Kampf”? A slippery slope argument is not an equivalence argument.
Except when Rick Santorum is talking about homosexuality and man-on-dog sex, of course.
Anyway, let’s consider the question which Dennis posed in his previous column:
Devotees of multiculturalism and political correctness who do not see how damaging to the fabric of American civilization it is to allow Ellison to choose his own book need only imagine a racist elected to Congress. Would they allow him to choose Hitler’s “Mein Kampf,” the Nazis’ bible, for his oath? And if not, why not? On what grounds will those defending Ellison’s right to choose his favorite book deny that same right to a racist who is elected to public office?
Dennis, honey, when an open member of the Nazi Party is elected to Congress, I think the fabric of American civilization will have already been so damaged that cermonial books will be the least of our worries. But until the day when Congresman Lott announces that he’s actually a Nazi (and a Sith Lord) and asks to use his sect’s sacred text at his next swearing-in, I don’t think we really need to worry about this slippery slope. I believe that if a member of one of the major world religion wants to use his own religion’s sacred text when he is sworn into office, American civilization is going to be able to handle it. I guess I just have a little more faith in America than Mr. Prager does.

(But I also believe that Christianity will survive even if Best Buy uses the phrase “Happy Holidays” in its advertising instead of “Merry Christmas,” so maybe I’m hopelessly optimistic.
 
Posted by s.z. on Wednesday, December 6th, 2006 at 5:36 am.

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If Dennis is offended by the use of curse words when describing him or his column, then I shall refrain from using them. Instead of calling him a FUCKING moron, I’ll simply call him a moron.
There. Happy, Dennis?
What sillly nincompoopery. What proof is there that placing your appendage on some so-called “sacred” text is going to make a person honest, truthful, or trustworthy? Was Mr. Prager born stupid, or did he take lessons?
“I merely said that he, like all Americans, should pretend to be a Christian in public”
Because, really, isn’t that what America is all about. God Bless VespucciLand
I cannot name any Western European country that does not have a document similar to the American Constitution and something akin to our Bill of Rights. It is, therefore, not the Constitution that has made America unique and a moral beacon to the world’s downtrodden.
Sheesh, what a typical right-wing hothouse flower the guy is! No wonder he flies apart the minute he’s not surrounded by people for whom he’s the Judeo-Christian house darky.
The casual reader is forgiven if he glanced through that column without realizing that underneath defending himself from all those nasty ad hominems he was too busy to cite, Prager just finished capitulating on everything he’d said the week before. (And Dennis, it’s particularly disturbing to hear a Jew describe the Torah as “The Old Testament” or treat it as a mere abridgment of the “real” Bible, even if he is just desperate to salvage an argument.)
For the record: the UK, you twit, unless there’s some malformation of the soft palate that prevents you from naming it, and off the top of my head I can name only three Western European countries whose constitutions were not written following WWII (Portugal, Switzerland, and Italy’s, which was re-written after). And we might get a different perspective from the people we trod on to take the land so we could give it to (almost exclusively, and de jure) the English and the Germans. But there I go being culturally relative again. And not coincidentally, Dennis, correct.
Prager makes me frevently wish that one of my Quaker/Pagan friends would get elected to Congress. The collision of non-Christians who are part of a primarly Christian sect, *and* won’t take oaths would blow out his circuts.
Potty-mouth Bill S.! Potty-mouth Bill S.! Potty-mouth Bill S.! Potty-mouth Bill S.!
Oh, fine, I suppose you’re gonna say that I use crude words and crass phrases around here, too. Hmph.
I defy you to find one instance of me using naughty language on this blog, either its current incarnation or the old one*!
You’ll never manage to do it. Not one*.
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*mainly because my use of profanity is profligate ’round these parts. You’ll never find just one cuss-word! Bwah-ha-ha-haaa!
Yikes! I almost gave WO’C Sadly, No-itus!, a.k.a. Stuck Tag Syndrome. Fortunately, this seems more difficult to do on this version of WordPress. The Boiz ovah at S,N! are probably keeping their elderly, creaky version of WordPress ‘cos they so enjoy embedding YouTube vids. Ya win some, ya lose some.
Did, um, anyone get through to Dennis that Congressmen and -women DON’T swear in on a Bible, ever, unless they’re making a spectacle of themselves for their constituents (said ceremony is held off the House floor, usually in the office, and is not the official swearing in)?
Doghouse, there is an English Bill of Rights, from 1689, but you’re right about the constitution being unwritten.
What I don’t get is the failure to connect — in general, because as actor212 points out, no oaths are being sworn on books here — the choice of book to the truth of the statements on which it is sworn. If I’m a Muslim, and I swear on a Bible, that wouldn’t mean anything to me. Doesn’t it stand to reason that if you want Muslims to do what they swear, you should ask them to swear on the book they believe in? The point is to produce duty and truth, not to add empty ceremony.
Right you are, Flip, but then the conjunction and was Prager’s choice, and his customary slopiness combined with the one-sentence proof that the Bible is the reason Europeans emigrated to the US crawled under my skin and started itching like crazy. Hearing someone defend the social-contract supermacy of the Bible by blanking out the history of Christian Europe does that to me every time.
And you’re also right that Prager proposes fealty to the concept of Bible oath-taking at the expense of the sacred bond that is supposed to represent. Which would be odd if one didn’t know Prager beforehand.
Why don’t we have swearers-in swear in on copies of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence? We could print up nice, large-type, annotated editions and give them as party favors so our elected leaders could actually find out what’s in the documents.
May I just add that “Better Living Thru Bad Movies” makes a great gift this Festivus Season?
…and you could/should probably be sworn into office with your hand on it!
Wow, Doghouse, that quote! Does he not reaize that all those western European countries also have a document akin to (in fact, very nearly identical to) our Bible? Guess it can’t be that which made us a unique moral beacon to the world’s downtrodden, either. Maybe it’s the jazz?
If i ever get elected i’m using an Apple Pie.
challenge that!
Shout out to Chris:
There was a Quaker elected to national office some years back, and everybody wondered if he’d refuse to swear, or if he’d simply “affirm” per his faith, but he got up there and put his hand on the Bible and swore his oath.
His name? Richard Nixon.
Goes a long way toward proving Shakespeare’s point about oaths (see Brutus’ speech in Julius Caesar, Act II Scene 1.)
He admits to using a slippery slope fallacy in his argument? Wow. I don’t understand how come there is a slippery slope downward starting with the Bible, slipping to the Quran, and culminating in Mein Kampf, but of course I haven’t read the latter. I’m Muslim and read the bible a long time ago so I don’t think the Quran is a step down in any case. What do I know.
There’s a very easy solution:
Since every word in the Bible is in the dictionary, along with every word in the Koran, and heck, even Mein Kampf, I think it’s perfectly fair to make people swear their oaths on a dictionary–the American Heritage Dictionary, maybe, for that “true patriot” feel. Whatever dictionary is used, though, it should be unabridged, and if the person breaks the oath, they get smacked with it.
He acknowledges that some Jews have used the Tanakh (although for some reason he calls it the Old Testament) rather than the Bible. That he “of course” understands although he disagrees with it. But one Muslim uses the Koran and that “is ending that powerful tradition”, exhibiting “narcissism”, a decision to “jettison the Bible” for “the first time in history” (I guess those Jewish Congressmen were prehistoric) and “replacing the Bible with another religious text for the first time since George Washington brought a Bible to his swearing-in” (so the Jewish Congressmen were at least prior to the founding of the US if not really prehistoric).
A slippery slope argument is not an equivalence argument.
He is speaking truth, in the sense that it isn’t actually an argument at all. It’s a logical fallacy. Oops, Anna beat me to it.
The only truly fair solution to this vexing problem is to cut the baby in half, and then give half-a-baby to both Pragers claiming it. Problem solved!
Yes, the slippery slope is a logical fallacy. What Dennis was trying to offer was a “reductio ad absurdum” or extending his opponents’ logic to a consistent but absurd extreme, thus showing that the original argument must be mistaken.
Reductio ad absurdum works pretty well as a refutational strategy. Here’s one: Prager would disallow the use of any other book other than the Bible. In fact, his logic dictates that any Congressperson who is holding something other than the Authortative King James Version Bible should be tackled as they walk up to the podium, taken to a hidden prison and tortured until said Congressperson relents and agrees to swear the Oath of Office on the Real Bible. Only in this way can the values of the country be upheld.
See? Isn’t that fun?
Would they allow him to choose Hitler’s “Mein Kampf,” the Nazis’ bible, for his oath?
I think the Bible was the Nazi’s bible?
the truth is that there is NO WAY that I could be bigoted against Muslims, because I am a JEW!
This is the slippery cliff arguement.
Men Kamph was more like the Nazi’s “Beattitudes”. just saying.