Writing start: 9:47 A.M.
Finish: 2:13 P.M.
Total new words (est.): 900
Edited (est.): 3000Tasks
1. Failure: Off
2. Book Three Melody: 600 new words
Notes: Inconveniences visit heroes just like they visit anyone else. Perhaps more so.
3. Angel: Book Three: Read-through of chapter two
4. Random Chance Book Two: Off
5. LOTR: Primary edit number three of chapter seven
6. Port Story: 300 new words
Notes: Getting the lay of the land is time-consuming and very slow-going.
7. Hidden Bookmarks: Off
8. Rumpel: Off till next Tuesday
Special Projects: None today
Extra notes: I was raised surrounded by Christian fundamentalists. It was rampant in northern Colorado at the time, and continued on until I moved away in 2002. I'm sure it's still quite prevalent, though there are signs of hope, as Colorado is becoming, more and more, a "blue" state, one that votes for Democrats, not Republicans.
I am very well versed with Christian fundamentalism and its message of literalism and unthinking, unconsidered conservatism. I say "unthinking" and "unconsidered" quite precisely, for when fundies are presented with facts that go against their precious worldview, they simply choose to ignore them a disturbingly large percentage of the time. Ergo, unthinking. Ergo, unconsidered. Whatever mental processes they engage in don't utilize those particular features.
The truth isn't a factor with these people. Not when it comes to their herd. Nothing is more important than their herd. It is why they support the vilest, most immoral, most traitorous, most pathetic "president" in US history, and continue to do so even as more and more of his moral depravity comes to light. The truth about the Orange Ass Boil simply doesn't matter to them. And neither will this: one of Christian fundamentalism's Great and Glorious Leaders engaging in acts of perversion.
And what are all those fundie assholes back home thinking or doing about such revelations? Almost certainly nothing. A long time ago, in their turns, they tried at points to convince me that I was going to go to hell unless I became one of them. They tried to convince me of their moral superiority, their virtuousness, their unassailable connection with God. I resisted all such attempts, often at the cost of jobs and relationships.
Well, fuckheads, the curtain has been pulled back, and we can all see the Pathetic and (non-)Powerful Oz now, can't we? Your moral position? It doesn't exist! You aren't moral! Not when you continue to support the Orange Ass Boil; not when you continue to support Falwell; not when you think it's okay for border agents to rip children from their mothers' arms; not when you scream for peoples' health insurance to be taken away ...
... and on and on and on.
These past three years, as awful as they have been, have been somewhat vindicating for me for that very reason. These jackholes have been exposed, and not nominally or shallowly, but at a core level. We can see, in real time, who they truly are. And Jesus H. Christ, is it u-g-l-y.
But then, it has always been ugly. Jim Bakker. Jimmy Swaggart. Pat Robertson. Pretty much any pastor from the Southern Baptist Convention, who only now voice fake, shallow condemnations of their colleagues because their fellow perverts have been caught. And on. And on. And fucking on.
One of the reasons I left Colorado almost twenty years ago was to escape the fundie assholes I grew up with. I had to get away. I count it as one of the smarter decisions of my life.
For this country to survive, the cult of Christian fundamentalism, especially as it relates to government, must be confronted fully. What would that confrontation look like? I don't know. I'm sure the parameters of it, however, will show themselves as the heinous "presidency" of the Orange Ass Boil continues.
God bless America, yo.