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In the wake of all the “same sex marriage” proposals that went up yesterday, I have to raise a couple of questions.

Now, more than a few people are using the Bible as a moral compass. They invoke the Ten Commandments, the sermon on the mount, and all the parables of Jesus as examples of good, clear moral lessons.

Now, we all know that the Bible is very clear about homosexuality. In the OT, God comes right out and says:

Leviticus 20:13
If a man also lie with mankind, as he lieth with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination: they shall surely be put to death; their blood shall be upon them.

But God never says why. He says it’s an abomination, but he never tells us why.

Now, I can give you good, solid reasonable arguments for the immorality of murder and theft. Those two Commandments are good, solid standards of moral living. Of course, God doesn’t say why those are bad things to do, but we can look at them, discuss them, analyze them and come to pretty much the same conclusion. We’ll base our standards on things like innate human rights, the sanctity of life, the right of property, and other well-reasoned arguments for making murder, rape and theft crimes in our society.

But here’s where the problem arrises. God doesn’t say anything about  pedophelia. Not once. Not even mentions it.

So, if we want to use the Bible as a source of moral instruction, we have to ask ourselves a question.

If we’re supposed to be listening to God and God never condemns pedophelia, can we assume God condones those actions?

After all, God condemns homosexuality without any kind of justification at all. Not one. (And he only condemns male homosexuality. Although, with some loose interpretation, there is a verse that kind of condemns lesbianism, although you do have to reach to get there.)

God gave us a set of rules. A clear set of rules. What we can do and what we cannot do. These rules do not cover rape or pedophelia.

God’s pretty arbitrary about being a fag, but he’s also very clear on it. You’d think he’d be just as clear on this subjects, too.
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QUICK EDIT: It was not a crime to have sex with a child in the United States until 1900 AD. That’s when the government recognized that children had the same status as animals under the law.

The same rights as animals.

A nation founded on Christian morals. Right.

Rumsfeld to Resign as Defense Secretary, Senior Official Says

Nov. 8 (Bloomberg) — Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld, unable to fulfill U.S. goals in the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan during his tenure, will resign from President George W. Bush’s Cabinet, a senior administration official said.

Republicans Blame Election Losses On Democrats

First thing today: there are problems with voting machines. Guess where?

Florida, Ohio, and Indiana.

Surprise, surprise.

My celphone rings, maybe for five seconds. Dreary, I pick it up. Then, it is silent.

I re-dial the number. It is a hotel in Santa Monica. Maybe one of my friends is hurt or alone or in trouble. I go through the list, asking the bellhop each name, but he says, “No” to them all.

Okay, I go back to sleep.

Ten minutes later, the phone rings again. I pick it up in time.

“Hello?”

“Um,” a male voice, high and hesitant voice asks, “is Angel there?”

I pause. “Yeah,” I say.

“Um,” he says, “can I speak to her?”

“No,” I tell him.

“Um,” he says, “why?”

“Because I have my dick in her mouth,” I tell him. Then, I hang up.

I go back to sleep.

While trekhead is talking about the Military Tribunals Act (you can read his excellent essay here), I must remind you that tomorrow is VOTING DAY.

YOU WILL VOTE. Diebold will make sure your vote doesn’t count, but you’ll do it anyway.

Wanna know why?

Because the fuckers in office now are complete and utter fucks.

They lie.
They steal our money.
They are hypocrites.

Republican, Democrat, whatever. They’re all lying, cheating, stealing, hypocrite fucks. And they deserve to be shown the door.

What’s more, let’s put up a new law, you and I. You see, once you leave office, you get your yearly salary for the rest of your life. Let’s have a new law, shall we?

Let’s get rid of that. Once and for all. You serve your time, you do your duty to your country, you get compensated and that’s fucking it.

These fucks get into office, screw up everything, then get paid for the rest of their lives.

Go vote.
For fuck’s sake, GO VOTE.
Not only that, but get your friends to vote. And your family. And people you don’t know.

VOTE VOTE VOTE VOTE.

And show the fucks in Washington that we’re finally paying attention.

I have been struck by my Muse, and as is most often the case, she was not kind of it. Rarely is her appearance accompanied with a caress or a kiss, but more often with a kick between the knees or a bite on the lip strong enough to draw blood. In this case, it is one of her cruel kisses that drove me from my slumber and here to the blank page that is no page at all, but invisible signals made by magnetics and electricity. To here my Muse has driven me. And to here, I must serve her most cruel kisses.

True it is that she came to me in a dream, draped only in smoke and fire, her naked body inspiring both my imagination and something far less noble. She came to me, giving to me what she knew I needed most. For a Muse who carries any other banner other than one that declares “Truth Above All!” carries nothing but Falsehood dressed up in corsets and pettycoats, no matter how alluring, that distract the Author from his first and most noble duty.

Truth.
Beauty.
Freedom.
And, above all, Love.

Stolen words, I admit, but while I am guilty of theft, I cannot be guilty of Falsehood, for such words cannot be sullied with such skullduggery. What they speak is too far grand, too close to all our hearts to be deafened by any clamor or alarum that would seek to hide them from eyes that would see.

Are my eyes willing to see? Are my ears willing to hear? Is my tongue willing to taste? Is my mouth willing to sing?

And is my heart willing to love?

There is no risk greater than love. No sword can so pierce a man’s heart. No wound can so undo him. Nothing can whisk him quicker to the grave than love.

And so then, why do we chase it? Why do I chase it?

Because without love, the world is nothing but mud and shit. From it, we came. To it, we return.

And in the moments between that innevitable beginning and end, we have a chance to know love. Perhaps only once. Perhaps only twice. But we have a chance.

And is it worth it? This thing that hastens us toward our end? This thing that makes us fools, that empties our pockets and pilfers our dreams and makes us gibbering children, drooling and stooping and laughing like fools?

Is this thing that we so seek, with every atom in our bodies, every iota of our souls, every single waking moment of our thoughts, is this thing that we desire… is it worth the moments of bliss in exchange for all it demands?

Is it?

No. It most certainly is not.

But without it, the world is nothing but mud and shit. And if love may lift us even an inch above all that, if even for a moment…

… if it reminds us that while the world is what it is… that we are not alone in it…

… then perhaps it is.