Now I'm back.
So. . .
juvie, where they were plotting their mischief, and now's the time to put their malicious but childishly goofy plans into action.
They're fussing about bakers having to bake cakes for gay weddings, or, worse, cater the damn things. Entire Republican-oriented states are busy working up laws that'll put a stop to it without looking like they're trying to put a stop to it, because, you know. . .discrimination. It's all the media talked about for days. As if the future of our country rested on whether or not gays are entitled to food or dry goods sold by, you know, Christians.
(About those Religious Freedom Restoration Acts: Presumably they mean restoring religious freedoms to those given the Pilgrims before they fled Britain's shores and headed for what would become the land of the free and the home of the brave. Because who has more religious freedom than Americans?)
Meanwhile, the latest polls show more Americans (many, many, many of them Christians) favor gay marriage than don't. It's getting to the point where, one of these days, the mainstream media might have to recognize a dead issue when they see it and stop pandering to the bigots for stories that bring the greatest ratings.
And speaking of great, the great state of Tennessee is moving toward making the Bible the State Book. (What is a State Book, you ask? It's a book any state designates as a State Book. Notice the caps. That makes it official.) The closest I could come to finding other state books is a whimsical, non-binding list Kristen Iversen put together for Brooklyn Magazine last October. Interesting selections--so interesting I forgot I was writing a blog and spent an hour over there, mulling them over, looking some of them up, arguing against some choices and cheering others on. (Eudora Welty would have been a good choice for Mississippi, and Garrison Keillor for Minnesota, but in Michigan, my Michigan, it's Elmore Leonard all the way. And what's with New York City having a place of its own among the states?)
As wonderful as some of those books might be, none of them is on a scale with The Bible. No getting away from it, The Bible is a Big Book in some circles. It's been at the top of the best seller lists for so long it's no longer even listed. But we know it's there. (Brooklyn Mag's choice for Tennessee, by the way, is Cormac McCarthy's "Child of God." Gives you chills, doesn't it?) But good luck, Tennessee. (You do realize you're a state and not the protestant equivalent of the Vatican, right?) By the way, Mississippi is thinking about it, and Louisiana gave this same thing some thought last year and then scrapped the whole idea. But don't let that stop you. Please.
Food stamps are a big issue these days. According to the Republicans, nobody should be on food stamps, but since they can't stop it entirely, the next best thing is to shame the recipients into dropping out voluntarily. Turn the masses against them. Make them grovel for what little they get. Pretend they're using it for lobster and filet mignon and Haagen Daz. But understand this: Since children should be unseen and unheard, except for those in the womb, tightening the food stamp belt will have no affect on the little kiddies. None. None at all.
To this new and nasty bunch of GOPers, welfare and Medicaid are tools of the devil, causing huge deficits in our coffers because the poor would rather live off the taxpayer's teat than work at any kind of job. (What? What's that you say? Some people on welfare and Medicaid are working? At jobs? I can't HEAR you!)
As Dana Milbank wrote in The Rush To Humiliate The Poor:
Last week, the Kansas legislature passed House Bill 2258, punishing the poor by limiting their cash withdrawals of welfare benefits to $25 per day and forbidding them to use their benefits “in any retail liquor store, casino, gaming establishment, jewelry store, tattoo parlor, massage parlor, body piercing parlor, spa, nail salon, lingerie shop, tobacco paraphernalia store, vapor cigarette store, psychic or fortune telling business, bail bond company, video arcade, movie theater, swimming pool, cruise ship, theme park, dog or horse racing facility, pari-mutuel facility, or sexually oriented business . . . or in any business or retail establishment where minors under age 18 are not permitted.”Now we're hearing that some states are officially banning climate change talk in any state agency having to do with the environment where they might, on the off-chance, find themselves discussing that sort of thing. They're not even making it a secret. It's as if they don't know it's something no normal government body would do. It's as if they think nobody has ever heard of their sugar daddies, the Koch brothers, and their vested interests in the fossil fuel industries. (I wonder what happens to anyone who defies that ban? Boiled in oil? Stretched on a rack? Tongues cut out?)
The Kansas legislators must be pleased that they have protected their swimming pools from those nasty welfare recipients. But the gratuitous nature of the law becomes obvious when you consider that it also bans all out-of-state spending of welfare dollars — so the inclusion of a cruise-ship ban is redundant in landlocked Kansas.
Oh, there's more. Of course there's more. Misogyny, racism, collusion, corruption, adultery, Downton Abbey. . .it never ends. But what might save us is not the Good Book but our country's most important document. As Thom Hartmann reminds us in a brilliant article called Why the Right Hates American History, our rights are, in fact, inalienable, not because we're Americans or Oklahomans or Kansans or Michiganders, but because we're humans:
The simple reality is that there are many “rights” that are not specified in the Constitution, but which we daily enjoy and cannot be taken away from us by the government. But if that’s the case. . .why doesn’t the Constitution list those rights in the Bill of Rights?
If you know your history, you know that the reason is simple: the Constitution wasn’t written as a vehicle to grant us rights. We don’t derive our rights from the constitution.
Rather, in the minds of the Founders, human rights are inalienable—inseparable—from humans themselves. We are born with rights by simple fact of existence, as defined by John Locke and written by Thomas Jefferson in the Declaration of Independence. “We hold these truths to be self-evident,” the Founders wrote.
Humans are “endowed by their creator with certain inalienable rights….” These rights are clear and obvious, the Founders repeatedly said. They belong to us from birth, as opposed to something the Constitution must hand to us, and are more ancient than any government.
The job of the Constitution was to define a legal framework within which government and business could operate in a manner least intrusive to “We, The People,” who are the holders of the rights. In its first draft it didn’t even have a Bill of Rights, because the Framers felt it wasn’t necessary to state out loud that human rights came from something greater, larger, and older than government. They all knew this; it was simply obvious.
Thomas Jefferson, however, foreseeing a time when the concepts fundamental to the founding of America were forgotten, strongly argued that the Constitution must contain at least a rudimentary statement of rights, laying out those main areas where government could, at the minimum, never intrude into our lives.We can't stop now. I can't stop now. Not as long as the Republicans insist on doing their nasty work out in the open, for everyone to see. They're trying to create a new and terrible normal, using dirty money given to them by people who seek to profit by bringing our country down.
Hands on the Constitution, by the power vested in us, we cannot let it happen.
(Cross-posted at Dagblog and Alan Colmes' Liberaland)
Everything you expressed there was really well put and just... right on the mark.
Thank you for posting this!
Thank you. Anything we can do to shine the light on their real intentions. 2016 is coming up fast and they're scaring the hell out of me. If we underestimate their formidable war machine, we'll lose for sure.ReplyDelete
Agreed... honestly, they're acting anti-American as well as anti-Christian.ReplyDelete
They aren't acting like patriots, they're acting like treasonous brats.
It's scary to think of them in charge of all three branches and how far backwards that could set the entire country!
Yeah, when Mississippi was first trying to make the Bible the state book, I was just amazed. I mean, they have William Faulkner! Admittedly, Tennessee doesn't have such a shining example, but still. What speaks to the glory that is Tennessee but an English translation of a book from the Iron Age Middle East? Alex Haley has a claim on Tennessee too, but of course, they ain't gonna pick him! When Louisiana started this nonsense, I wrote, King James Bible as Cultural Signifier. When it comes to religion, these people are really silly. A few hundred years ago, they'd be burned as heretics.ReplyDelete
I think I might have to start a petition. You can't go away and then do a core dump about the state of the world. Can't you dish it out over several despair but not suicide inspiring articles?! :-) I think I'm going to get a drink. Thanks for the link to Thom Hartmann!
Great article, Frank. Thanks for sharing your link. It is, indeed, cultural and not religious. That's what makes it even scarier. We tend to swing from one cultural norm to another easily and without much thought, but this time they've infiltrated the government. That makes it much more than a fad.ReplyDelete
I've always wondered why everybody thinks they can do a better job of interpreting the bible if it's the One True Book. It's as if they're ashamed of the King James version, knowing it was written/translated by privileged old British guys. (Not that it shouldn't always be written/translated by MEN, of course.)
But about your measly griping about my subject matter after my forced "vacation". It seems it was building up, after all, even though I laughingly called my little break "R&R". Sometimes it takes getting away in order to see how bad things really are
I'm going after the liars, the cheats, the hypocrites--the meanies. They're out there and I've got my big 'ol flashlight, ready to shine a blinding light on them. Skitter, you cockroaches!
By the way, you're doing it, too, so don't even start!
I know, I know! We should just spend our days over at Cute Overload refreshing the page every couple of minutes. In fact, I might head over there right now...ReplyDelete
Don't stay long, Frank. You're needed on the front lines and those fuzzy little kitties have been known to distract even the best of us.ReplyDelete