Baaackward Chriiistian Soooooldiers

Jeremy Hall, a two-tour Iraq veteran, was raised as a baptist. But somewhere along the way, he outgrew the fairy tales of his youth and became an atheist.

That’s where his troubles allegedly began. It seems that many of his comrades-in-arms and the officers he served under didn’t care for his lack of belief.

When Specialist Jeremy Hall held a meeting last July for atheists and freethinkers at Camp Speicher in Iraq, he was excited, he said, to see an officer attending.

But minutes into the talk, the officer, Maj. Freddy J. Welborn, began to berate Specialist Hall and another soldier about atheism, Specialist Hall wrote in a sworn statement. “People like you are not holding up the Constitution and are going against what the founding fathers, who were Christians, wanted for America!” Major Welborn said, according to the statement.

Major Welborn told the soldiers he might bar them from re-enlistment and bring charges against them, according to the statement.

This and other incidents lead Hall to file suit against the army in March for discrimination on lack-of-religious grounds. This is of course not the first recent controversy over religion in the military; the generals who made a commercial in the Pentagon for a Christian group spring to mind, and accusations of evangelists running the show have come out of both West Point and the Air Force Academy. (Though, to be fair, the law suit at the Air Force Academy was thrown out in part because the plaintiffs failed to provide information on any specific instance of discrimination.)

But there are certainly groups within the military who are openly pushing for strength through mythology:

the Officers’ Christian Fellowship, has representatives on nearly all military bases worldwide. Its vision, which is spelled out on the organization’s Web site, reads, “A spiritually transformed military, with ambassadors for Christ in uniform empowered by the Holy Spirit.”

Mike Weinstein, founder of the Military Religious Freedom Foundation, says that his organization has heard thousands of complaints from soldiers who feel they’ve had religious beliefs pushed on them from within the structure of the military. Weinstein’s summary of the goals of the OCF and its ilk is chilling:

“Their purpose is to have Christian officers exercise Biblical leadership to raise up a godly army,” he says.

So to every theist out there who uses the phrase “militant atheist” to describe non-believers who speak out about their non-belief, I send this message:

Stop it. For your own good. Because if there is magical deity up there in the sky and he/she/it is as just and fair as you seem to think, there’s likely a lightning bolt headed your way as punishment for the sin of hypocrisy.

Man Bites Jesus, Runs Away

Catholics worldwide are apparently up in arms about a guy trying to walk out of a church with an uneaten communion wafer. And while it’s not even clear what his motivation was for doing so, it hasn’t stopped the death threats from rolling in. As summarized by PZ Myers over at Pharyngula, after evading attempts to physically wrest the God-cookie from him, Webster Cook has been accused of a hate crime, his actions compared to kidnapping by one priest.

Sometimes I wish I had my own news show (I’d call it somethng like WTF?TV) to cover stories like this. Here’s how the talking head on my station would read this news:

Blasphemy or a simple search for steak sauce? That’s the question being debated tonight after UCF student Webster Cook fought his way through a throng of worshipers to carry off a poor, defenseless bit of transubstantiated Savior-flesh.

Church spokesman His Holiness Reverend Father Cardinal Bishop Patsy O’Nambla, himself no stranger to oral consumption of small bits of male meat, had this to say about the incident:

“I just don’t understand what would motivate a person to do something like this. I mean, here we are in the middle of our ritual cannibalistic devouring of the flesh of the big guy on the stick, and this kid decides to leave church property without finishing his portion? What is this guy, crazy or something?”

Said Cook, in his defense:

“I really didn’t mean anything by it. It’s just that… well… the eucharist is kind of bland, and I like my Jesus-loin with a little bit of Wooshter-… Worstecesterer-… Worchest-… uh, some A1. Was going to come back and eat Jesus, I swear! I guess from now on maybe I’d bring a little plastic bag with some seasonings to avoid this kind of mix-up in the future. ”

In related news, Catholic League president Bill Donohue’s head exploded today on national television. Again.

An Old Obsession, Revisited

There was a time, back before parenthood set in, when I would get up early a few Saturdays during the summer and spend most of the day applying multiple coats of polish to my car. It was, oddly enough, a zen-like, stress-relieving exercise for me.

The old Mustang needed some repainting on the front end after some local kids (or so I assume) decided to draw some pictures on the hood with a sharp object a few weeks ago, and I’ve been meaning to re-apply a few layers of protectant to help extend the life of the new finish and prolong the life of the old, so over the course of the last two days I’ve slathered it in all the best the Zaino Brothers have to offer.

The picture below doesn’t really do it justice (today was a grey, overcast day – when it’s sunny the car is a mirror!) but it does hide the myriad scratches along the sides, water spots and fading on the roof, and my horrible, horrible attempts at patching some minor scratches and paint dings. Still, I think it looks pretty good for a 13 year old car that’s been driven in all sorts of weather on all sorts of roads (many of them de-surfaced by DelDOT to provide a convenient source of tiny pebbles for my own and other motorists’ tires to fling around) and never seen the inside of a garage in its 150,000ish miles.

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On Blogs and Monkeys

When I created this blog I threw on the subtitle “Infinite Monkeys, Infinite Keyboards” as a spur-of-the-moment attempt at a little self-deprecating humor, implying that if I cranked out enough words, some of them might end up worth reading. Turns out, though, that several of the several blogs and one blogroll that link to here do it using that as the name of the blog – which admittedly may be better than just plain old “drl2Blog”.

Anyway, I’m far from the first to make that connection between monkeys and blogging (monkeyblogging?) – as I suspected but couldn’t prove until the other day when I came across this image:

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Learjets for Jesus

A while back I applauded Iowa Senator Charles Grassley for his probe into the finances of several prominent televangelists.

There’s been little other news of this effort because it is proceeding, one would assume, at the usual glacial governmental pace; but this piece of news did come out recently:

Four of the ministers have since complied with the probe, but Rev. Kenneth Copeland, whose congregation recently bought him a $20 million private jet to preach the gospel, is holding out against the inquiry, which he claims is “aimed at publicly questioning the religious beliefs of the targeted churches.”

“It’s not yours, it’s God’s, and you’re not going to get it,” Copeland says of his financial records. He has launched a website to publicize his crusade and has received support from several leading conservatives, including Paul Weyrich and Kenneth Blackwell.

Okay, so it’s God’s money, and therefore the items you bought with it are God’s as well. He must be a really generous guy to keep letting you borrow his stuff.

Now, I’m not going to pretend to know more about this “God” person than the Reverend, who obviously knows him well enough that they travel together. But from what I remember reading about him years ago, I’m pretty convinced of one thing: he doesn’t need a plane to get around.

Ah, well, I suppose we can just say He invests in mysterious ways and move on to some praying and passing of the collection plate.

TWiF No More

I’ve decided to end the “This Week in Fundamentalism” series; it was turning into a sort-of-weekly regurgitation of news that was old (by internet standards) by the time I got around to mentioning it. That, and having to mentally sort through that much concentrated stupidity and/or just plain evil every week was something I got tired of rather quickly. (I defy anyone to read about, for instance, the Czech cultist who allowed her children to be tortured on camera, without experiencing an unpleasant rise in blood pressure…)

Instead I’ll stick to commenting on individual stories as they come along, and hopefully the lack of something I consider a weekly obligation won’t send me back to my previous habit of posting less than once a month.

The Dobson Distortion

In speaking to a liberal Christian group in 2006, Obama made the simple point that even among Christians there is hardly agreement on what is the correct interpretation of the Bible:

“Even if we did have only Christians in our midst, if we expelled every non-Christian from the United States of America, whose Christianity would we teach in the schools?” Obama said. “Would we go with James Dobson’s or Al Sharpton’s?”

Apparently Focus On Family’s James Dobson knows for sure what every passage in the Bible is supposed to mean, because on the basis of that speech he’s accused Obama of “distorting the Bible“.

Says Jimmy D (not to be confused with Jimmy Dean, the sausage guy):

“I think he’s deliberately distorting the traditional understanding of the Bible to fit his own worldview, his own confused theology,” Dobson said.

“… He is dragging biblical understanding through the gutter.”

So pointing out that there are many possible meanings to biblical passages and then citing a few examples where there is frequent disagreement is tantamount to deliberate distortion? Or is Jimmy D (not that I have anything against sausage) just throwing a radio-broadcast temper tantrum and shouting “My distortions are better than your distortions!”

Because the larger issue here – and both Dobson and Obama need to have this scribed into some holy book so maybe they’ll start to believe it – is that any interpretation of the Bible as anything other than a collection of fairy tales devised by people who got bored with the old fairy tales is a distortion – a distortion of reality. Lending it any credence beyond what’s due to a mixed-message collection of Aesop’s Fables is a distortion of reason.

So, in conclusion, the best breakfast ever is an omelet with some sage sausage, crumbled up bacon, and the cheese of your choice. Mmmm, that’s good eatin’.

Bye, George

This morning on the way to work I heard on the radio about George Carlin’s passing over the weekend. I live in Delaware and don’t get out much, so I have, of course, never met George, but I have an odd sort of personal connection with him: I was at a friend’s house watching a Carlin HBO special the night I got the call that my own grandfather had died. From that day on whenever I saw George I jumped that mental hyperlink to thoughts of my grandfather, even though the two were not alike at all (and in fact, were my grandfather exposed to Carlin’s humor, he would most likely scowl and leave the room).

George kept us all a little healthier by being brave enough to point out our own collective stupidity. George’s life was proof that humor can change the world.

I’m sure fifty thousand other bloggers will be linking to these clips or to the famous ‘Seven words’ that made their way to the Supreme Court, but I feel obligated to join in with a few of my favorite Carlin bits: