Save Us, Magic Sky-Man! 14 September 2001

5:10 PM: National Day of Prayer, my puffy white ass. "All the dead are in Heaven now, and they wouldn't even want to come back, because it is so glorious there." Uh huh. And I've got two tall buildings for sale cheap, too.

I'm sorry to offend otherwise reasonable people who share this childish belief in the Giant Parent. But I will anyway. Because all this prattling offends me. There are real truths, real heroes; there is real pain, real hope. a lot of work to be done right here in this world. To push the entire nation into an orgy of crap like today - when it would be illegal if you tried to do the same thing in, say, a public school - is galling.

If that had really been an "ecumenical" service, then let's put someone up there whose perception of the world has advanced at least as far as the 19th century. Someone who would say, "Well, you know, this is all nice, and the singing is pretty. But the truth is, there is only us, there is only here, there is only now. No pie in the sky by and by when you die. You say you can't understand how your imaginary God could allow such evil? That only your faith - in other words, your irrational belief in the face of all evidence - allows you to at one time believe in your all-powerful benevolent force and face the brutal truth of the real world? Don't you see that you only need a solution there because you have created the problem in the first place?

"'But who will comfort us if we have no God? How can we go on without faith?' You may ask. My answer? Grow up. Look around you. Look beside you. Who comforts you when you are lying injured in a triage area, waiting for treatment, hazy with pain and shock? The nurse who stops and grasps your hand, the doctor who helps bind your wounds. How did the firefighters and police officers and other rescuers go on into the towers before their collapse, saving the lives of countless others at the cost of their own? They saw it needed to be done and they did it. Don't you dare steal away and demean their plain, powerful courage by saying 'God did it'."

In further evidence, we cite this piece of shit:

"The ACLU's got to take a lot of blame for this...throwing God out successfully with the help of the federal court system, throwing God out of the public square, out of the schools. The abortionists have got to bear some burden for this because God will not be mocked. And when we destroy 40 million little innocent babies, we make God mad. I really believe that the pagans and the abortionists and the feminists and the gays and the lesbians who are actively trying to make that an alternative lifestyle...all of them who have tried to secularize America. I point the finger in their face and say, 'You helped this happen.'"
- The Very Reverend Jerry "Butch" Falwell

On the other hand, why I want to move to New Zealand:

If only we could put God on hold
15.09.2001 By GORDON McLAUCHLAN

What a shame the world couldn't have a moratorium on God for the 21st century, I thought after watching some young Palestinians dancing gleefully in the streets, celebrating the New York slaughter, and shouting "God is great".

It was a few minutes after Ariel Sharon, Israel's Jewish apostle of vengeful violence had pledged help for the United States.

8:21 PM: Another welcome voice on the side of reality in Salon Today:

Now more than ever
Witnessing hell has made me a born-again atheist.
By Lauren Sandler

Sept. 14, 2001 | NEW YORK -- Walking down Houston Street in New York this afternoon, in what a few days ago was the shadow of the Twin Towers, a woman lowered the umbrella that had been shielding her daughter and herself from the tapering rain. "Those were God's tears," she explained to her little girl.

My mother had a very different explanation for her daughter today. "To me, this rain is proof that there is no God," she said on the phone from Boston. "People say that God can't help terrorism, that he gives people freedom to act as they choose. Fine. But a God who would hinder the rescue workers with rain? If God can't control nature, then what's the point? How can anyone believe today?"

Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.

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