Right. So I was lurking around a fairly popular blogspot. One I don’t visit that often, but one that’s been around longer than most. I’d formed a couple of opinions. Thought I knew what the main gist was. All rather positive. And then there it was. An unexpected post filled with some fairly strong Christian sentiment. And my instant reaction was to click the old mouse and navigate the hell out of there.
Now. This, rather unsurprisingly, made me ponder. Why am I instantly turned off by rabid religious fundamentalist type folk? Even by people who go to church on Sunday make me nervous. I’m suspicious of them. I get an ikky feeling. And this is odd to me. Because if they were expounding on Wicca or Druidism or even Buddhism or Taoism, I’d be ok. It’s just the dreaded book bashers I’m not so hot on: Christians and Muslims. And all their respective offshoots and subdivisions.
Incidentally, I’m ok with the Jews. They don’t feel the need to annex people. Noooo, they’d be quite happy if all the goyim just buggered off and died of too much bacon.
But I digress. Again. If said blogger was muttering passionately, with his hands raised to the stained glass and his eyes closed, about his commitment to crocs, I’d be ok with that. Even though I’d rather chew off my own feet than wear those plastic monstrosities*
Ok, I don’t have the best track record, what with the wannabe Satanist boyfriend** and the defrocked priest. I’ve never been happy with the “just have faith” and “god moves in mysterious ways” stuff. I want answers. Or at least plausible reasons why. And I think that whole “thou shalt not kill. Um. Unless the bad guys are really naughty and don’t do what we tell them” thing is a teeny bit hypocritical. Don’t you?
So what’s the deal? Why can’t I get over this little sniff of bigotry? It’s not cool and it makes me a hypocrite too, which feels even ikkier. Why am I so judgmental about the judgment day folk? Is it the cardigans? No, that’s being silly. Is it the wafer and wine eating, hand washing, cross burning, burkha wearing, not shaving thing? Nope, I know people who do all of that stuff without causing me too much distress. Apart from the cross burning. I think.
Actually, I think it’s the alternatively glazed, rabid or doe-y look. That “I’m not going to be rational about this, dammit” glint in the eye. That “if you stand still for a minute I’ll burn you or blow you up” look. Or worse, that “I pity you, you infidel, heathen, lost lamb of God” look.That’s what makes me nervous. I know what they do to lambs. And I don’t like it.***
* I’m sensing a significant rise in ire from the religious and the croc wearers.
**who incidentally used to blog on the ‘mark. How strangely apt.
***Mint sauce anyone?
P.S. Kyk, I’ve been meaning to nod graciously in your direction in thanks for the footnote fetish. I’ve been known to do it too, but I’m getting worse and it’s definitely
your fault thanks to you!