Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Ray Rice: Game Over

     
          So it only took a video of a beatdown for the right thing to be done. That’s all. Never mind the fact that he was allowed to keep playing the game with only a 2 game suspension. Never mind the fact that the team owner, the general manager, and the Commissioner of the NFL decided to give him a slap on the wrist.
They’re not sorry it happened.
They’re sorry they got caught in a cover-up.
Keith Olbermann puts it far better than I can.
Sometimes I hate being part of the same species as people like these fucks. 

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Why I Write About Christianity So Much

There’s a conversation I had recently with a family member that inspired an essay awhile back. I used a great deal of harsh language in the essay and more than a few creative curse words.
Be prepared for a few more this post.
Watch this video after the jump. It’s only five minutes out of your day.

Thursday, August 28, 2014

A Response to "Wrong Side of History"

This essay is a response to an essay written by Roger E. Olson.
Mr. Olson’s essay deals with the question of whether Christians should be afraid of being on the wrong side of history. Specifically this is dealing with support for same-sex marriage. It’s a topic I’ve discussed many times in the past and have used the phrase “wrong side of history” when discussing those Christians who vehemently and hatefully resist measures proposed for marriage equality.
Mr. Olson feels that the phrase “wrong side of history” is a polite way of saying people who oppose marriage equality will be viewed “like our ancestors who defended slavery, oppression of women, and resisted the Civil Rights Movement in the 1950s and 1960s”. It’s a valid concern on the part of Mr. Olson and others who share his views on marriage.

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

A Giant Leaves Us

My first memory of Robin Williams is listening to his Live at the Met performance on tape. I was 8 or 9 at the time. My mother instructed my younger brother and I to not repeat his language. As readers of this blog are aware, that lesson didn’t fucking take. She encouraged us to laugh, though. Like millions of other people, we did. We laughed, we cried from laughing so much, we caught our breath, and we laughed some more.
Robin Williams, the man of a thousand voices, passed away on August 11, 2014 of an apparent suicide. He will be missed, by me and millions of other people.

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Sunset Stripped

What does she see
     looking over that scarred chain link
fence? Does she see an embittered
     landscape, the prize for an ideological
war? Does she see children
     like herself, afraid of all the horrors
the adults try to hide from them?
     Does she know about the world
beyond the fence, the world beyond the Strip,
     where death comes from old age
rather than missle barrages from attack helicopters
     or bomb vests and holy epithets?
She looks off, at the sunset,
     the far off horizon as foreign to her
as a life without war or poverty.
     She should see that horizon

someday, from the other side of the fence. 

Fires of the Year

Joyous bombs burst in the air,
making the ocean—lapping
at our feet
like constant, tiny, wet kisses—
turn green, blue red, even orange.

Cascading explosions
light the way.
Acrid smoke fills my nostrils,
even here on the far shore.

The other couples play on the beach.
Children and adults watching
with equal fervor. The awe on their faces
usually reserved for concerts,
or Mass,
or football games.
They stand, and dance, in the green water.

We all hope the new year
will be better.
Our hope is immediate, like the sunbursts
in the midnight sky. The past year lingers
like the smoke from each firework.
It quickly dissipates in the warm winds.

We end a year with explosions,
which means
we begin a year with explosions.
The old memories purged

in the first of the year/end/start.

Thursday, July 3, 2014

Caveat about Christians

Recently my mother and I had a conversation regarding my essays speaking out against Christian bigotry and hypocrisy. As I’ve mentioned in previous essays, my mother is a Born Again Christian, a firm believer in the Bible, and while no longer vehemently anti-gay marriage, she is still one of those Christians that believe being gay is a choice rather than a biological drive. She pointed out to me that in my essays I don’t make enough of a caveat for Christians who don’t act like the Mark Driscoll's, Tony Perkins’, or any of the other religious blowhards who have made it their mission to make life miserable for LGBTQ people.
And she’s right.
I don’t make the caveat explicit in my essays. I could do it more often but I don’t. And there’s a damn good reason why I don’t.