Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Debate stirring

I like this post and I think it makes some very valid points and is also very funny - so much so that I’m posting it here to spark some thought and maybe discussion.

Behind the 8 bawl
Monday, 10 November 2008

I am not gay. In fact, most times, I’m not even remotely happy. So, it irks this married, quasi-grumpy, heterosexual California male when a Mulligan’s Stew of religion, intolerance, fear and politics is plopped on my table like a steaming pile of sanctimoniousness and dubbed “The Defense of Marriage Act.” I’m talking about Proposition 8, a nifty little exercise in backwards thinking that would amend the California State constitution to define marriage as something that can occur only between a man and a woman.

Am I missing something here? With this country coming apart at the seams on a myriad of levels, gay marriage is seen as a major issue? The standard line is that gay marriage threatens “the sanctity of marriage,” because - as we all know - divorce, cheating, incest and domestic violence don’t.

I believe the only threat gay marriage poses is that it may change the content of country music forever.

Now, the pro-Proposition 8 cheerleaders are your usual group of loveable misanthropes (Come on down, Focus on the Family!) but with a couple of notable exceptions. Members of the Mormon Church, their magic underwear in a twist, have funneled over $17 million into the anti-gay marriage treasure chest. The Catholic Knights of Columbus, an all-male group known for wearing funny outfits while calling themselves “Grand Knight,” “Chief Squire” and “Friar” as well as doing some amazing charitable work, has kicked in over $1 million for reasons that elude me.

The folks supporting Proposition 8 have come up with a myriad of reasons for pushing the “man-woman marriage” effort. They say that if same-sex marriage continues to be recognized in California, gay marriage will be taught in public schools. I assume that class will come before Gay Math, Gay English and Gay Geography but after the infamous Gay Recess.

Churches will be sued if they don’t perform gay marriage ceremonies. Religious adoption agencies will go broke if they only continue to grant traditional moms and dads the right to adopt. Ministers and priests who preach against same-sex marriage will be sued for hate crimes. Photographers will be sued if they refuse to take photos of gay marriage ceremonies. Doctors will be sued if they deny artificial insemination to gays. Hordes of pixies will re-arrange the sock drawers of heterosexual men, substituting sheer silk socks for those thick cotton ones you wear on the job. (I made that last one up. Could you tell?)

The proponents of Prop. 8 simply want traditional marriage to be declared the law of the land. (I can’t wait for the return of arranged marriages and dowries, can you?)

No matter how much legal and political reasoning is spewed, however, it’s pretty clear that the definition of marriage being between a man and a woman is a religious one. Period. Gay marriage threatens people’s religious beliefs…even more than pixies in the sock drawer.

That’s saying a lot.

There are a lot of folks who believe the Bible word for word…when it suits them. People who aren’t keen on gay marriage, or just gays, usually preach Leviticus 18:22, “You shall not lie with a male as one lies with a female; it is an abomination.” If you mention that, way back when, an “abomination” referred to a ritual offense (Goat herders were an abomination to the Egyptians. Pork chops were abominations to the Hebrews.), they come up with Leviticus 20:13. “If there is a man who lies with a male as those who lie with a woman, both of them have committed a detestable act; they surely will be put to death.”

So, let’s say that the Bible is true. Word for word. It’s all true. It has to be obeyed. Period. No wiggle room. If that is the case, about half of the American population will be dead from public stonings in, ohhhhh, about three or four days.

Ya, see. The Old Testament wasn’t really big on mitigating circumstances when it came to crime or, as it was known then, sin. Just a casual look at the Ten Commandments could bring down American society post haste. No lying? No adultery? No swearing? No pining for someone else’s wife or big screen TV? There goes the fabric of our nation!

In Mosaic Law, such offenses were punishable by public stoning. This has nothing to do with “The Summer of Love,” my fellow Boomers. This entails a bunch of righteous folks picking up rocks and slamming them into sinners until their sorry skulls are scrambled.

Some of the sins punishable by death were beauts. If a kid sasses his parent, he’s dead meat. Striking a parent? Ditto. A fellow marrying his mother-in-law is also doomed, although that seems redundant. If a betrothed woman is sexually assaulted and doesn’t scream, she’s up for stoning. (However, if a man rapes a virgin, his only punishment is a wedding. Hmmmm.) If a lass isn’t a virgin when married, she’s also boulder-ized. If you don’t worship the God of the Old Testament, your life gets real rocky real fast. If you work on the Sabbath? R.I.P., overtime notwithstanding.

Justice in the Old Testament was meted out with, er, gay abandon. Kids who made fun of a bald guy were eaten by bears. Promiscuous women had their noses and ears cut off, their children taken away, were stripped and burned. If a single woman had a boy out of wedlock, she might merely be shunned but the kid and his descendents were condemned to Hell.

Oh, yeah. All you country club devotees? Divorce, by implication (“What God has joined together, let no man put asunder.”), means you’re destined for a stoning before happy hour.

People who are Bible literalists, aside from the fact that they consider “The Flintstones” a docu-drama, tend to pick and choose their moral instruction from the Book as if they were at a salad bar. If they didn’t, most of them would be walking gravel pits. (Those who are anti-gay ANYthing, for instance, might be interested to know that the world “homosexual” didn’t appear in the Bible until about one hundred years ago. What? Did God come down with White-Out?)

What constitutes “sin” is also up for interpretation. It wasn’t a bleeding-heart liberal, for instance, who changed the Biblical commandment translation from “Thou shalt not kill” to “Thou shalt not murder.” It was someone who realized that, Holy Crap!, that “kill” stuff includes religious-fueled warfare!

When I was a kid, growing up Catholic, a mortal sin was the Big Kahuna of “no-nos.” Unless you confessed to a priest pronto, you were damned to Hell.

It was a mortal sin to eat meat on Friday. Seriously. It was also a mortal sin to take an ax and give your family forty whacks. So, when Fridays rolled around, this chubby little kid was faced with a decision. If you go the sin route, which one do you choose? I always opted for the sin that included a side of fries. It was just as damning as mass murder but much tastier.

California, for some reason, has always led the nation when it comes to quirky trends, from the sublime to the sub-moronic. We elect washed-up actors as Republican governors in a state derided as being uber-liberal by… Republicans. We promote meditation in-between Bo-tox injections. Only some of us see the irony in all that.

Proposition 8 is mean-spirited irony stoked by fear of…whatever it is we’re not. By invoking the specter of “traditional marriage” and making it the law of the land, we’re dangling one foot over the abyss of traditional inequality.

It wasn’t too long ago that inter-racial marriages were illegal. Segregation was the law of the land. Blacks weren’t considered fully human. Women weren’t allowed to vote.

All of those facets of our society also had their roots in the Bible. Not too many thinking Americans would defend them, now.

I’ve written a lot of fantasy fiction in my lifetime but, for the life of me, I can’t see how a man marrying a man or a woman marrying a woman threatens my marriage…unless they move next door and play loud music at 2 AM, or let their dogs poop on my front lawn or get drunk and beat the crap out of each other and toss beer bottles around at all hours. You know, stuff that gay couples might do that heterosexual couples would never dream of.

I mean, look at all those gay couples on “Cops” week after week. Uh. Oh. Never mind.

So, Californians, vote “no” on Proposition 8. The rest of America? Be on alert should a similar proposition pop up in your neck of the woods. It’s about religion. It’s about denying people equal rights. It has nothing to do with government. It has nothing to do with law.

And, to all those sanctimonious saviors of traditional values out there who feel condemnation is the cure-all for everything you see that you don’t agree with?

Here’s a Biblical quote for you. Mark 9:47. “And if thine eye offend thee, pluck it out.”

There’s no quote to advise you on what to do after you’ve run out of eyes.

I’m just sayin’.

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Sunday, September 14, 2008

Summer turns to Autumn

Summer has faded into Autumn here and while the leaves are falling off the trees, I am musing on life and the curveballs it throws. I took a walk last night while the sun went down and took some truly Autumn light photos that I love and will soon be up on my newly created Flickr account for my most pretty photos. It’s purposefully only a small number of photos as it’s my way of keeping track of those that I really like the most…but I digress…

I muse too often and do very little…I was going to write so much more but it feels selfish and self-fulfilling so I think I’ll stop and do something worthwhile. Musing is helpful occasionally but one can do it too much.
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Friday, January 4, 2008

The importance of winning

It has been said that it doesn’t matter whether you win or lose, but how you played the game.

There is, however, something truly special about doing really well and winning something you had always hoped for whether it be the job that you really wanted, an Olympic medal, or the Worlds. For the latter of these, one of the Oxford A team is a friend from Vienna and while I don’t share his passion for debating, I’ve occasionally followed his progress through other members of the debating community. It’s exciting for me to see him succeed, an interesting feeling in itself, and I know that winning, while not vitally important, was his ultimate goal and to have achieved that is fantastic. Not all are able, or destined, to win but it is important to celebrate and congratulate those that do when they deserve to.

While thinking about this, I got interested in tall poppy syndrome. Wikipedia has some fascinating things to say about this topic and so I thought I’d copy the most interesting bits below:
 
The term originates from accounts in Aristotle’s Politics (Book 5, Chapter 10) and Livy’s History of Rome, Book I. Aristotle wrote: “Periander advised Thrasybulus by cutting the tops of the tallest ears of corn, meaning that he must always put out of the way the citizens who overtop the rest.” In Livy’s account, the tyrannical Roman King, Tarquin the Proud, received a messenger from his son Sextus Tarquinius asking what he should do next in Gabii, since he had become all-powerful there. Rather than answering the messenger, Tarquinius went into his garden, took a stick, and symbolically swept it across his garden, thus cutting off the heads of the tallest poppies that were growing there. The messenger, tired of waiting for an answer, returned to Gabii and told Sextus what he had seen. Sextus realised that his father wished him to put to death all of the most eminent people of Gabii, which he then did.

A very early example of this syndrome is described in an incident from the life of Jesus. Returning to his home town after publicly teaching and miraculously healing others, he is confronted by local residents and the following occurs:

He came to his home town and taught the people in their synagogue. They were astonished and said, “Where did this man get such wisdom and mighty deeds? 55 Is he not the carpenter’s son? Is not his mother named Mary and his brothers James, Joseph, Simon, and Judas? 56 Are not his sisters all with us? Where did this man get all this?” 57 And they took offense at him. But Jesus said to them, “A prophet is not without honor except in his native place and in his own house.” 58 And he did not work many mighty deeds there because of their lack of faith. Matthew, Chapter 13:55-58[1]

This phenomenon is often interpreted as being based on and resulting from a resentment of others’ success[citation needed]. Those who subscribe, however, see themselves as attacking targets that take themselves too seriously or flaunt their success without due humility.

I’m not entirely sure what to say to finish this little rant off. Winning is always important to the winners, and if they deserve it (as opposed to say drug-enhanced performance at the Olympics), then winning is all that much sweeter. It’s not everything, and should never be treated that way, but recognising the job well done by winners is as important as recognising the effort made by those who do not win.

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Thursday, August 24, 2006

Important Notice

I shall not be going to the UK as I am now literally terrified of planes. Actually terrified. My greatfully sarcastic thanks to all who convinced me that going to a plane movie less than a month before I leave was a good idea.
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Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Clothes shopping

Clothes shopping puts me in a terrible mood and makes me review the worst commentaries of last years election meetings. What a charming day!
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Snap crackle pop!

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Wednesday, May 3, 2006

What a day!

Yesterday was a pretty exciting day for all sorts of people:

  • Gordon spent a lot of time on radio, including a short spiel on Classic Hits
  • The Government announced it would unbundle the local loop. YAY for UF policy!!
  • Large earthquake = nearly a tsunami
  • Trevor Mallard was called a pest (I think I heard the supp right) in a rather cheeky question (albeit accidentally)

Now what concerns me the most is that I woke up this morning to hear that there wasn’t a tsunami. This is good news indeed. If only I’d known that there might have been a tsunami, I think I’d feel a tad safer.

Given that the Earthquake was 3:40am-ish, what were people in NZ doing listening to the radio??? Not only any radio station, but a foreign one . . . someone has said that hundreds of Gisbourne residents evacuated themselevs.

What were hundreds of Gisbourne residents doing listening to foreign radio stations at 4am?

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Tuesday, May 2, 2006

I’m not a fan of psychics

There is nothing quite like a psychic for convincing one of the stupidity of many. Last night I worked at “Deb Webber, Medium, from ‘Sensing Murder’ TV2″. Lots of people turned up, by which I mean lots of women turned up. The occasional man there seemed to be attached to some wildly enthusiastic woman. There were even ‘private readings’.

What a complete load of codswallop! (Truly a fantastic word)

I was lucky to be working at reception and heard a lot of the conversation between the merchandising people. They talked about how lucky they were because they’d found ‘it’, while so many other people are still searching for ‘it’.

How is it that all these silly people see ‘it’ as a mystical truth, which they obtain through card readings, strange books, and a lot of purchasing of odd things? Why is it that they miss the simplicity and inexpense of the true answer - God?

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Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Who would have thought?

I had originally thought that the UK universities had much better administration beauracracies than many of those in New Zealand. Well most of them might, but certainly not the University of Manchester.

This morning I received two emails from Manchester. One letting me know my login and password so that I could track my application, and one letting me know that the Development Department there had just received my application . . . over three months since I received an email from the university letting me know that they’d received my online application.

Now this shouldn’t bug me as much as it does, because I’m going to LSE anyway. But it frustrates me that the university has taken so long to get hold of me . . .

I’ve just logged into their online system and it doesn’t even record that I’ve sent in an application . . . dear golly gosh I thought Vic’s general silliness frustrated me but this is just cruel. I sent a very polite email back to the admissions people asking exactly why it has taken them this long to get back to me and I am hoping for a lovely reply tomorrow. At some stage I might tell them that it’s no use anyway because I’m already enrolled at the London School of Economics. I’ll let them answer my questions first though . . .

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Friday, February 24, 2006

Spending . . .

Did you know that “Visa New Zealand today released its local Commercial Consumption Expenditure (CCE) forecast for 2006, which projects that New Zealand’s business and government spending will exceed US$177 million this year”?

I would not mind having US$177 million to spend in a year . . . ok so I know it’s all the businesses and all of Government spending that but it’s still a RIDICULOUSLY large amount of money.

Speaking of ridiculously large amounts of money, I added up my total costs from September 06 - July 07 and I am totally scared of the amount that came back at me. The worst thing was that I added it up in pounds and it looked so horrible that I’ve avoided converting it into NZ$.

On the up side, tonight is a Phono concert at All Saints, so if you’re not doing anything, come along! It starts at 8 and it’s free although there’ll be a collection caus they’re trying to fundraise for a technical training school in the Solomon Islands. Should be a good night out and I’ll take photos and put them up on Monday.

Have a good weekend all, Waitangi park (also known as Chaffers park) is the place to be tomorrow as it’s the opening of the Festival picnic. Go to festival things, they look awesome!

P.S I have just realised that my category “rants and raves” is pretty much the same as “thoughts and musings” it’s just that ranting and raving is more aggressive. Mmmmm chocolate . . .

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