Weirdos dressed up in cute clothing

This blog was recently followed by what appears to be a young woman calling herself The Christian Tech Nerd. Her site is laden with pictures of a girl wearing glasses and cute lipstick.

The trouble is that the links she provides aren’t for the things she claims are there, and it weirdly wreaks of a scam.

I’m guessing that the person or people behind the blog are a group of overweight dudes peddling some bullshit and they’re trying different methods of propagating their message by, well, selling sex in the form of a little “Christian” girl.


John Pierce, lawyer representing 17 insurrectionists, reportedly has covid.

If you want more instances of lots of white people on social media who go from vocal anti-vaxxers and anti-maskers to pro-wanting to breathers and another body in a morgue, don’t forget the Herman Cain Award subreddit.

There’s a popular talking point blaming immigrants for the uptick in Covid cases, but the numbers do not seem to reflect that perspective, as there aren’t immigrants flooding hospitals. It’s proudly un-vaccinated white people.

It’s not just award winners and nominees at the site. There are some redemption stories, like this post:

Blessed is the economy, for it is greater than everything else.

I had dinner with friends recently, and as things usually go with these kinds of situations, inevitably it turns to a few political topics.

In this episode, my friend tried to make the case that the economy would tank in the next couple years driving the dollar to be worth only $0.50. I searched my head for why he might be telling me this, flipping through the Breitbart headlines in my mind. “Is it because of the infrastructure deal?”

“No,” he said, then corrected the ship to say, “Well, yeah, that too, but because of immigration.”


“Yeah, I know. Even my black friends will tell you that immigrants are taking their jobs and driving down wages.”

I laughed out loud heartily. 1) because he dropped the “my black friends” card and 2) because he claimed to have listened to another human being.

“What? You think we should let in all the immigrants?” he asked.

Sarcastically, I said, “Yes, we should let in ALL the immigrants.” Of course I don’t think that, but it’s a complete exaggeration to think that our country could take ALL the immigrants. Immigrants, like all right-wing talking points, is dumb. Of course we need to make sure people who want to immigrate do it properly. The fact that we’re talking about that and NOT something that brings us closer is even funnier.

What good can come of dropping a politically charged talking point, of which we’re surely to disagree, into a conversation?

“Well,” he said later. “I’m glad you could have a laugh at my expense.” And he kinda moped for a few minutes before saying it again.

And that’s the line that echoed in my head all night with the sound of my laughter, like some movie montage where the editor stretches the image and adds reverb and double and triple exposures. “I’m glad you got a laugh at my expense expense expense expense expense.” Another voice of unseen person, “Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!” “Expense expense expense expense!” “Ha Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.”

I tried, ever so poorly, to explain that this is a driving force of someone like me from accepting beliefs like his who claims to love and adore a godman who lived and acted in compassion and love for immigrants, for the sick, for the downtrodden, and nowhere did he ever say, “Blessed is the economy, for it is greater than humans in need and desperate for opportunity, safety and a goddamn meal on their plates.”

No, that message comes from a tribunal of like minded millionaires and billionaires. The guy sitting behind a desk reading teleprompters every night makes more money than I make in a year feeds brains with whitewashing fear of economic collapse in a country where the majority claim to love a God who had nothing to say about the economy except “Give unto Caesar what is Caesar’s and unto God what is God’s.”

And the guy who pays that person’s paycheck makes more in a day than I make in a year. And the CEOs of the company’s spend more on advertising for that show in one night than I make in a year. Not to mention that guys throwing a ball into a hole make more in 5 minutes than I make in a year.

The people with that level of income love to ramrod the message of, “The problem with the economy are all the poor people sucking from the tits of this fine country.”

Meanwhile their accountants are heralding another great quarterly spreadsheet with more corporate write-offs than they know what to do with. Thanks Joe Biden.

How have so many people fallen for the idea of the economy is more important than God? How gullible are we that we let the flicker box coerce so many to think that black and brown people are the problem and not the men and women swimming in more money than they know what to do with? It must feel really good to wield that kind of mental persuasion power and get by with it.

That’s what I laughed at. It’s that of all the ideas of faith, that one could so easily accept that economy is more important than say this person’s relationship with me.

One glimmer of sunshine piercing through the dark storm clouds of Covid was the very idea that more people had more family time than ever before, and a lot of people recognized that that was more important than the economy or anything else. When life is lived trudging through bolstering an economy forty hours or more a week rather than living and loving the very real people around us, and hoisting up the importance of talking points distributed by websites and TV stations selling advertising, we have lost our collective way.

We have lost our collective minds.

We have lost our collective hearts.

Blessed are the gullible, for they shall carry our message to the masses.

And the award for best melodrama in the last 20 minutes goes to…

Above chart from Wikipedia

If you listen really hard. Really open your ears. Really stick your neck as far as you can out and up … you can hear the sounds of TVs across America tuned to FoxNews and OAN with viewers bathing in their flicker screaming at the TV how much they hate Joe Biden for what he’s doing in Afghanistan … how dare we lose a dozen American soldiers under his botched hard stop to our presence there!?!

And while war is literally war. One death in any war, be it this one, or the war on Covid, is too many. Same for abortion. The people screaming about death on any front are worth listening, too.

And to think there’s ways to avoid all war, unless you’re the USA who has been at war all but 17 years of its existence. Aborting babies can be avoided to almost almost zero if people put in the time and energy to educate themselves, others and men, yes, men, got their heads out of their dicks and stopped with their bullshit impregnating women who don’t want to be impregnated (fucking assholes).

But the war in Afghanistan and the screams from conservatives is the biggest hypocrisy since 1/6.

Well how about these apples:

2001: 7 US soldiers killed in Afghanistan
2002: 30 US soldiers killed in Afghanistan
2003: 33 US soldiers killed in Afghanistan <– “Mission Accomplished”
2004: 49 US soldiers killed in Afghanistan
2005: 93 US soldiers killed in Afghanistan
2006: 88 US soldiers killed in Afghanistan
2007: 111 US soldiers killed in Afghanistan
2008: 153 US soldiers killed in Afghanistan
2009: 310 US soldiers killed in Afghanistan
2010: 496 US soldiers killed in Afghanistan
2011: 412 US soldiers killed in Afghanistan <– Osama bin Laden killed
2012: 301 US soldiers killed in Afghanistan
2013: 120 US soldiers killed in Afghanistan
2014: 54 US soldiers killed in Afghanistan
2015: 22 US soldiers killed in Afghanistan
2016: 14 US soldiers killed in Afghanistan
2017: 17 US soldiers killed in Afghanistan
2018: 15 US soldiers killed in Afghanistan
2019: 22 US soldiers killed in Afghanistan
2020: 9 US soldiers killed in Afghanistan (as of that August)
2021: 13 US soldiers killed in Afghanistan <– Conservative’s caring about killed soldiers begins here

Not one republican gave a rat’s ass when Trump bailed on Syria and our Kurdish allies. But Joe Biden gets ramrodded over carrying out the previous administrations timeline for leaving Afghanistan.

Let’s just stop with the fake horror. It’s unbecoming.

“You don’t see Satan in the world around us?”

I’m currently having a conversation about faith with a friend over text. It’s prompting me to re-think through some of my current status as a deconstructed Christian or exvangelical. And while it’s distracting me from a shit-ton of work, it’s also a cathartic exercise. But it charged up my mind as well, and I’m having trouble sleeping already, but this is making it worse.

Continue reading ““You don’t see Satan in the world around us?””

“I want more mens’ rights”

My bible was written by 40 men.
My country’s White House housed 46 men.
My congress seats 382 men.
Men sit on 76 chairs in my senate.
The fifty states’ governors’ offices hold 41 men.
State senates are made of 1411 men.
Men reign as the mayors of only 1214 cities with populations over 30,000.
The CEOs of most companies are men.

Mens rights in this country are being overrun by women!
Look at the data!
The stats do not lie.
The numbers are very telling.
I have exposed the truth!
Men, with our big flaccid penises, are being repressed, depressed, and OPPRESSED!

Women and minorities, they are taking, nay, stealing my manhood,
my ability to be masculine,
my ability to flex my superiority
my muscles,
my long tie,
my ugly cock.

My god, can’t someone give me my rights back!

Speaking of scientific literacy and playing connecting the dots

I posted how more people are accepting evolution in recent years. But as you would imagine, it’s divided among political party affiliation. While more republicans have given credence to the theory since the numbers were taken in the 80s, more democrats are likely to accept evolution as true than their friends across the aisle.

Yesterday I was chatting with a close female friend. In response to me telling her about how Tina had poison ivy so bad she was prescribed a steroid and some more advanced creams, she ended up writing:

Makes me think of the COVID vaccine
You can’t kill the virus completely
It needs a host and the vaccine will only cause the virus to mutate into something else even worse. Just my thoughts

I stared at what she wrote for a while before asking, “I’m curious why you think the vaccine is causing mutation?”

And she wrote that a doctor out of Minnesota whom she listens to said it.

Trump card.

A doctor said it. Then it must be true.

I didn’t press it. I wanted to mansplain a response. But I just couldn’t. I wanted to approach it more delicately. This would be a deal breaker if I asked her to leap from “vaccines cause mutations” to fecundity within the rapidly multiplying virus is the culprit for mutations. It’s the cause of any molecular mutation. Little changes happen. And as they strengthen, they replicate that RNA/DNA sequence rather than the one that doesn’t work as well anymore. It’s based on the same foundation, but now slightly different.

Mutations occur when something is replicating a lot, not a little. The vaccine stymies and hinders replication, thereby impeding mutations.

Unfortunately, someone hiding behind a veil of a Ph.D. in medicine, a trusted person in our communities, is providing information that is antithetical to the science. I don’t know who this person is, and whether or not they are really a doctor. But if they are, they should be ashamed and if they aren’t, they should be given a what’s up.

With a little basic information and a modicum of thought, the statement that vaccines cause mutations doesn’t add up.

Over night, I ruminated on the topic of responding to her, and finally remembered that maybe she could make an associated leap by considering the idea that all dogs have a common ancestor. And the amount of sex they had to have to get changes enough to land at something that looks like our French bulldog Josie standing next to her Great Dane friend.

So I asked her if she had ever heard of the idea that all dogs share a similar ancestor. I actually had just heard my dad telling my mom and sister about that, to which they were dubious, but my dad rules that kingdom and they shoot their heads in frowning agreement.

I also remembered when I visited the Creation Museum in Kentucky that Ken Hamm had an answer for the problem of the sheer number of dog species. He, they, them, whoever came up with the idea that dogs do share a common ancestor, but it was human hands, not evolution, who directed it using artificial selection. So the idea is “dogs can beget dogs, but cats and dogs do not share a common ancestor because cats are cats and dogs are dogs.”

The same is said of monkeys and humans and any other number of evolutionary rabbits out of hats.

I posed the question to my friend and she responded that she didn’t think evolution was the truth.

I told her about my visit to the Creation Museum, and that Noah wouldn’t be able to house all the different kinds of dogs, so they agreed that wolves were on the boat and that men helped the changes along, not evolution.

“Makes sense,” she said.

As of right now, I still haven’t explained why I brought it up. I thought that was enough science for her for one day. Nobody is going to jump from “this is ridiculous” to “oh yeah, I see you’re point and I would like to assimilate that into my knowledge bank from now on.”

I fished a little bit, though, and started asking her some questions. I asked: “It boggles my mind that Noah built the ark at over 500 years old. And that everyone in the world is a descendant of him and his sons and their wives. How old do you think his sons were when they were making all their babies?”

She said she didn’t know, but seeing how Abraham and Sarah had a baby at 80, crazier things could happen.

Fine. I certainly used to believe that, too. No harm. No foul.

Then I wrote:

“I can’t imagine a 100 year old building a boat. Times must have been so different! Could you imagine what Methuselah looked like? His friends were probably like, “Methy, you don’t look a day over 450!”

She laughed at that.

Then I wrote:

“Weird, too, that cousins must have been marrying and making all the babies that would be our ancestors, too. Nowadays, that produces mental and physical problems. Lots has changed. So cool!”

Her response moved me to stop:

“Now you have me thinking about stuff I enjoy talking about but I’m not as intellectual as you are with your vocabulary and college learning. Not that you are doing it but I feel I know your brain surpasses what you actually say.”

I held back my next thoughts.

But it brought me back to the first day of Bible 101 in college. Until that day, I lived in a world where the earth and universe were literally created in six days. The majority of people I knew up until that day believed the same thing. Mine was an echo chamber of sorts. And I feel that way when I’m in North Carolina when I run into old friends and hang with family.

The professor in Bible 101, first day, asked, “By show of hands, how many of you believe God literally created the world in six days?” I raised my hand, but when I looked around, I was only one of maybe three or four. “By show of hands, how many of you believe it was more akin to the idea that one day equals a thousand and it took much longer, maybe 6,000 years or so?” he asked. More hands went up.

“How many of you believe that God set the world in motion and used evolution to arrive at where we are today?” Several hands shot up.

I was red with anger. This was the first time I was in a minority regarding my beliefs. Thousands of years, I could almost understand. But millions? That was for atheists and idiots. For people that opposed GOD! And that was off the table. This crackpot was our college’s Chaplin, for godsakes! How can he be promoting the questioning of literalism!?!

I imagine my professor saw how pissed I was and he asked, “Why did you choose the first category?”

“Because,” I said, “If God is all powerful, and he is who he says he is, then he could easily create the universe and everything in it instantly.” But then he asked someone else why they chose what they chose, and I was appalled that EVERYONE had a varied opinion and not the robotic one as me. These kids were all going to hell. I crossed my arms and steam rose from my ears.

The detail and information we went into about the Old Testament that semester will never leave me, like how there are some who think at one point God had a wife. Or that there are two completely different creation accounts, but the evangelicals forced them together. The lessons on Adam & Eve were more than I had heard before. I never gave much thought to the women whom Cain and Abel married. But when you read that a nearby town populated with people was the source for Cain’s wife, you start to wonder how many people were there and how big of a ruse the Adam & Eve were the only two people at creation. Or that in all of God’s wonderful foresight, women were an afterthought, because he noticed men were lonely.

Bible 102 covered the New Testament, and that was even more amazing. And when I was able to really dig into the details of even a fragment of what is out in the world that was available, it became way too difficult to remain a literalist. Or to accept Jesus as the only savior. Or to respect the institution of literalism.

Literalism is literally for anyone who cannot grasp a wider set of knowledge bases for changing and growing.

Just the other day, I heard a close friend say, “That group of Christians doesn’t believe that Jonah was in the belly of a whale.”

“Wait, does or does not?” I responded. I forgot that people think these things really happened.

“Does not.”

As if the Jonah story just being a story would ruin everything about the message of Jesus. But some people’s foundation is built on literalism, and if that’s taken away, it would be like taking a precious toy or blanket from a child. It’s too much to bear.

I was recently asked about my conversion story, my deconstruction from Christianity. And telling it again was both therapeutic and nauseating. It reminds me of how much I must disappoint those who love me, and their love includes being on the same page as to God, Jesus, the Holy Spirit and their insistence that life without them is unlivable and unthinkable. Those around me talk freely of their faith.

I told her it started with little things, like realizing gay people aren’t going to hell and they aren’t abominations. It also helped when I started voicing my doubts rather than keeping them boxed up and hidden. Once you have freedom to say out loud that any of the impossible bible stories are unbelievable, it becomes much easier to let it go. But if those thoughts do not bloom into flowers all can see, repression causes mental regression. It arrests development and you find yourself at 50 saying things like “After all this bible study, I feel like Joseph is my best friend.”

Joseph, my friends, never existed. And if he did, that story is almost completely made up.

I mean, dream interpretation meant something then, but not now? There’s another example of a vestige of evolved thought about the Bible.

But I do not share the freedoms of being vociferous in shadowing doubt over biblical concepts in North Carolina. I complain about it here, but it’s okay. I don’t need validation from them. They repeat their love of God and the Bible often because they are insecure and it’s literally the most unbelievable stories ever. I mean, how disconcerting it is that science is irrefutable on having sex with your siblings or cousins and how it causes physical and mental deficits and “mutations.” Not to mention that procreating after 35 or 40 for women is highly likely without modern science, and yet some people LOVE to think they descended from the same band of 500 year olds interbreeding?

The joke stereotype of marrying cousins in the south is there to alleviate the pain of thinking Noah is your great great great great great great great grandpa.

No, I bring my insecurities here and repeat the stories with gusto. Here! A place where no one reads and no one comments. But at least it goes out into the world and my voice is banging against an empty room of empty walls (just like my head). And it saves my friends and family from hearing me claim the impossibilities and complete nonsense of accepting a literal Noah.

Or maybe my friend is right. Viruses mutate because of vaccines.

But that’s weird. How come the same isn’t said about the Polio vaccine? Tetanus, Hepatitis A or B, Rubella, Measles, Whooping cough, mumps, chicken pox, diphtheria? Oh that’s right. It’s because it hinders the spread of those viruses.

And every so often, the doctor gives you a booster shot. Why, because the disease, while mostly eradicated, still exists in some form and is slowly mutating. It takes very little brain bandwidth to connect the dots.

And I hope that more people start playing