Jesus the Blogging Songwriter

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We’re just freaks in love
Saints above
Shine on our sweet life
Happy is the union
Of fools and freaks alike

And fearless are the idiots
Among the hawks and doves
We’re on the outside looking in
A couple of freaks in love

Freaks in Love, lyrics by B. Taupin
© 2004 HST Management Ltd./Rouge Booze, Inc

Have you read something that makes you think: “how can anyone be that stupid?”  What am I saying?   Of course you have if you read stuff on the Internet!  The Internet allows anybody who is even mildly literate to post anything their dinosaur brain can formulate into letters and words. 

What I read, recently however, that made me say “OMG” was in the newspaper.   In the Richmond-Times Dispatch, in fact, our local paper, which has started to ease ever so little from the far right into, dare I say it?  The mainstream.  By that I mean people who don’t hug either rail. They run right down the yellow line mostly, with a few zig zags back and forth between the two ideologies.

Now granted, this is the conservative part of a conservative state.  I’ve come to terms with that.  I’ve decided that the other attributes of this fine state outweigh the views of people like Eric Cantor, Dave Brat, Bob McDonnell and others.  (Megan, my ultraconservative friend, if you are reading this, you might want to stop now.)  For my readers who do not live in Virginia, think of people like Rush Limbaugh, Sarah Palin and Rand Paul instead.  They are all cut from the same “I’m right, you’re a gaytheist Islam loving liberal” kind of cloth.

Even as conservative as Virginia is, however, I’m surprised that the newspaper gave Bob White of Hanover even an inch of newspaper coverage.  The guy is a nut.  He may be Sarah Palin’s illegitimate half brother.

The sad thing is, I had such high hopes when I started reading the article, called   “Voice of Dissent.”  I realize now that the title was ominous.  I was intrigued at first because the article begins by describing Mr. White (not to be confused with that other Mr. White) at a songwriting workshop.  At last, I thought!  I can find a musician to put my song lyrics to music.

But then the article quickly went south on me.  He’s a blogger also, and I’m not going to say the name of his blog because I don’t want to give him any publicity.  He was very proud of the fact he had strong armed a principal at a Hanover school into removing a math problem because it used a character named Jihad.  Why did he want the math problem removed? Because, in his words:

[it was] nothing more than desensitization training to prepare young minds for the ongoing pro-Islam education that is being taught in Hanover schools.

Pro-Islam education?  In Hanover?  In the article he says Hanover is conservative.  Why would a conservative school district teach “pro-Islam education?”  Does he not see the absurdity of his accusation?  It doesn’t make sense.

Moreover, what he calls “desensitization training”, those of us still living on planet Earth call diversity training or tolerance education.  As Bernie Taupin wrote in the song American Triangle “we hate what we don’t understand.

At times like these, I go back to the Bible to make sure that the books I read have not changed.  But nope, Romans 15:7 (NIV) still says the same thing

Accept one another then, just as Christ accepted you, in order to bring praise to God.

Accept one another as Christ accepted you.  If that is not the definition of tolerance, then I don’t know what the word means.

Then I checked Romans 12:17, and it still says “Do not repay anyone evil for evil.”   Later in the same chapter, Jesus commands “do not overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.”  Romans 12:21.  So, even assuming every Muslim is evil (which I do not concede), then he should be inviting them over for dinner instead of bashing them.

And finally, the coupe de grace, the grandsmackdaddy of Jesus teachings:

Do not judge, and you will not be judged.  Do not condemn, and you will not be condemned.  Forgive, and you will be forgiven.

Luke 6:37.   And then, because I can’t help but guild the lily a little bit, my own personal favorite teaching:

 Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? . . You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your eye and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye.”

Luke 6:41-42.

But wait, this guy gets better.  As long as he is bashing people who are not just like him, he might as well include the gays, right?  He’s inclusive, if not tolerant.  As for gays, he insists he’s not a homophobic, but then he says, get this, I hope you are ready for it:

I don’t want you to teach it to my kids

That’s a quote.  I couldn’t make something like that up.  Mind you, this guy went to college.  Thankfully it doesn’t say where, because if he had, the college would have to prepare itself for a big drop in applications.

“Teach it to my kids.”  Which course would that be taught in?  “How to be Gay 101”?   Perhaps there is a senior seminar on Gaydom or Gaydiosis.  At the graduate level, the students probably learn how to dress like Elton John.   Perhaps he could donate some of his old costumes to the cause of teaching kids how to be gay.

Saints preserve us. Now please excuse me while I go get that plank out of my eye.

If you like my blog, or even if you don’t, please leave me some feedback in the comments section below and “like” this post.  I need feedback so I’ll know someone is actually reading my blog.  If a blogger writes a blog that no one reads, does the blog make any noise?  Think about it. 

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