The Human Species — Feh.

Morbid curiosity drove me to spend a few minutes tonight surfing web pages that express opinions about homosexuality (either pro or con) using texts from the Bible and/or the Talmud to support their positions. One site insists that the growing acceptance of homosexuality is a sign of the End Times, specifically prophesied by Christ as preceding his Second Coming. Another asserts that the sin of Sodom was not homosexuality at all but inhospitality toward travellers. To the authors of the latter site, who are gay Christians, nothing in Scripture bans homosexuality.

What these two rather disparate camps have in common is that they’re both populated by idiots.

Anybody who thinks their life decisions (or anyone else’s life decisions) should be guided by a bunch of documents written 3,000 years ago by Bronze Age shepherds is an idiot.

How can we help these people? We can’t. They’re beyond help. There’s something horribly wrong with their brains. They scare the crap out of me. Even when they’re being nice, they scare the crap out of me.

Kurt Vonnegut once compared fascism to a clock that had some missing teeth in its gears. (You under-30 types will have to trust me on this: Clocks were once mechanical devices within which were wheels whose edges had regularly spaced teeth.) Such a clock, he observed, might keep perfect time for 7 hours and 3 minutes, and then suddenly jump forward 5 minutes and 21 seconds, keep perfect time for 11 more seconds, then jump backward by 2 hours and 19 minutes, then keep perfect time again for 6 hours and 37 minutes….

It seems to me the brain of a religious person is sort of like that. It may do many things perfectly well — feed the hungry, for instance. But then there are these peculiar gaps, places where the brain of the religious person will suddenly back up or shoot sideways and spit out venom, or gibberish.

And the thing is, I don’t think there’s any help for it. It’s the nature of the religious insanity that it resists outside input. It creates a sort of parallel universe in which bizarre and often quite destructive interpretations are plastered onto visible phenomena. That’s precisely what happens to inputs that the religious person doesn’t want to hear. They get reinterpreted so that they’re part of the crazy parallel universe the person inhabits.

Every one of them is drinking the Kool Aid.

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