Jesus-Colored Glasses

Caution: Angry late-night rant ahead. You have been warned.

The thing I hate most about religion today is that it teaches people to view the world through an incredibly twisted lens. It teaches its adherents that it’s okay admirable to reject other people’s views and hold one’s own up as inherently superior.* “You are a member of the elite—God’s chosen people. You alone have the true moral code of the universe, and everything you do to uphold this code is service to God.” To someone holding such an idea, empathy is not just unnecessary, it’s an act of defiance against one’s religion.

Take the recent Chick-fil-A debacle as an example. In the event that you haven’t heard of this, Chick-fil-A is a fast food restaurant owned by asshat Christians who oppose equal rights for homosexuals. (God sez gays are teh abominnayshinz, so tey is bad, kthxbai.) They’ve contributed to anti-gay causes for years, so it perplexes me that it’s taken this long for public outcry to happen, but there’s been a wave of anti Chick-fil-A sentiment over this recently. As a result, corporate sponsors (the muppets) have removed their support for this “biblical values” company, and many individuals have announced that they will be boycotting it. Not content to let supporters of equality express their outrage unanswered, religious apologists have responded by saying, essentially, “Chick-fil-A should be allowed to express their values, just like everyone else,” calling for a “National Eat at Chick-fil-A Day.”

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Another Religious Attack on Freedom

I’ve already written at some length about why Catholic hospitals trying to exempt themselves from the laws that apply to all hospitals is completely fucking unacceptable. I have many more vitriolic things to say about this, but I’m a bit too incensed at the moment. (Yes, I’m too angry to rant. Goodie.)

So instead of a long-winded rant, I’d like to just offer this sentiment: Fuck you, Catholic Health Association. Not any kind of mundane single-position borefuck, no, but a delightfully sodomy-filled hatesex romp, preferably with a number of participants (there are surely a number of people who’d like to take out their frustration with this sort of thing on you, after all). I’m talking a “go through an entire economy-sized box of condoms” thing here (but only because you don’t believe in birth control). Once that’s all said and done, and after you’ve had a shower (maybe a nice nap too), see your way right out of the healthcare business. Sell (or donate) your hospitals to organizations that actually give a shit about their employees and clients, and never ever come back. The measure of your worth as a healthcare provider isn’t how good you feel about your hallucinatory relationship with your invisible sky daddy—it’s how well you provide for real human beings. If you want to be a church, be a church. If you want to be a hospital, be a hospital. You cannot possibly do both without completely screwing up at least one of them.

And, just in case it wasn’t clear, fuck you.