Friday, June 4, 2010

Why I am not a Protestant

[This is a scene from a play that I never wrote. Actually, I just wrote this scene, and it's not very good. I include it here because it does have the merit of explaining why I would never be a Protestant.

The play was supposed to about Marlene Nowotniak. She is a very bright 16 year old girl and a very beautiful one as well.  She likes to frequent a used bookstore, owned by Friedrich Nietzsche (I just decided to put Nietzsche in for the hell of it), who has as his indentured servant a very bizarre but orthodox Catholic, Ken Silenus.  Ken tries to convince Marlene of the need to believe in Catholicism to understand  Shakespeare properly.  Marlene will have none of it, though, saying that she likes Shakespeare just fine as an atheist. 

Much to Ken's horror, the charming and elegant and witty Marlene falls head over heels for a quaterback from her High School.  His name is Scott Coiler, and he is a grunt, the type that thinks poetry is for the limp-wrists.  Ken, alarmed by Marlene's rather embarrassing public displays of affection with Scott, sternly warns Marlene of the dangers and sinfulness of pre-marital sex, but Marlene does not heed and does it, anyway.  Then Scott goes off and gets saved at a Bible Youth Camp.  Upon his return Scott promptly dumps Marlene because she is an imbiber of secular humanism.  Other boys at the High School dump their girlfriends for the same reason.  Marlene starts to fight back.  She starts the Dumped by Elmer Gantry Club, which proceeds to trumpet loudly the names of the boys who were players before they got saved--and after.  This irks the Christian Youth Group, named Dudes for Christ.  The Youth Minister, John Knox, has a sit down with Scott about this matter.  Scott suggests that the kook at the used book store put Marlene up to this, whereupon John Knox and he go pay Ken Silenus a visit.]

(Mr. Knox and Scott enter. Ken is at the cash register, puffing away.)

Ken:  Yeah, I am just about to close. What the fuck do you want?

John Knox:  Hello, Mr. Silenus, my name is John Knox. This will just take a second, I promise.  I think you know Scotty here.

Ken:  (exhaling a great big wad of smoke) Yeah, I've seen him around.

JK:  Well, I am with the Dudes for Christ, and Scott here is my main dude in Christ.  Aren't you, Scotty?

Scott:  Amen, Dude.  (High fives Mr. Knox)

Ken:  (muttering under his breath) Ab homine iniquo et doloso erue me.

JK:  And we're here to... (finally notices Ken's T-Shirt, which reads:  "I'd rather be a gay porn fluffer than a Protestant.")  Mr. Silenus, I realize, we live in a free country and you have the God-given right to express whatever you want...

Ken:  (exhales yet another great big wad of smoke, this time in the direction of John Knox)

JK:  ...but I must tell you that your T-Shirt does not send off good Christian vibes.  Scotty here told me you're Catholic, and that's cool.  We respect that.

Scott:  Did your priest tell ya to be his fluffer in confession?

JK:  Now, now, Scotty, that doesn't send off good Christian vibes, either.

Ken:  (throws his cigarette down on the floor, stamps it out, and fishes in his front pants pocket for another)

Scott:  Well, did he?

Ken:  No, I was too busy sacrificing Protestant babies in the crypt.  (lights the next one in the chain)

JK:  Our Lord told us not to dis our enemies, remember?  Scotty?  Not that we think Catholics are our enemies, of course.  No, Mr. Silenus, we are, as Vatican II, your most recent council, decreed, Brethren in Christ.  That t-shirt of yours really does not jibe with the Spirit of your own denomination, does it now, Mr. Silenus. As one Christian to another, as one brother in Christ to another brother, I would tell you to take it off.

Ken:  Nah, it's cold.

JK:  I got some extra Dude for Christ t-shirts in my duffel bag.  You want one of those?

Ken:  No, I do not.  See, I really would prefer to be a cocksucker than a Protestant, especially one in his late fifties who goes around carrying Dude for Christ t-shirts.

JK:  Now, look here... I'm 49, and...

Ken:  Just, please, state your business here.  I am about to close.

Scott:  Stop feeding Marlene all your bullshit!

Ken:  And what bullshit would that be, Scott?  Praytell, like telling her any guy who would fuck her and leave her is a paradigmatic asshole?  Bullshit like that, Scott?

Scott:  Whatever

Ken:  You are a textbook example of a grunt.

JK:  Yes, Scott sinned, Mr. Silenus.  "There is no one who does good, not
even one."  Romans 3:12.  We're all sinners, Mr. Silenus, but we've all been
washed clean and pure of our iniquities in the blood of the lamb, Jesus
Christ...

Ken:  That one righteous dude!

JK:  (JK is ready to high five Ken, and Ken in a moment of reluctant charity
lets him)  Yes, isn't God awesome?

Ken:  Now, let's do the wave.

JK:  Mr. Silenus, this is an awesome message of mercy and love that we are trying to spread in an area where the kids desperately need it.  Their parents make them feel worthless if they get anything less than a five on their AP exam or they don't make the first string of the football team.

Ken:  Of if they throw six interceptions for three consecutive games.

Scott:  Hey!!

JK:  Now, Scotty, he has a point.

Scott:  Whatever.

JK:  The kids have no hope unless they can prove themselves to be successful candidates for the upper-middle-class.  And we want to tell them that hope does not depend on that kind of social status.  No, it is light years more permanent than that for it rests in the permanent and final sacrifice of that one righteous dude, Jesus Christ.  He'll love you no matter what, even if you do get a four on the AP or make it only to second string.

Ken:  Your point:

JK:  This is a message that is really saving kids' lives and is giving them hope, and now it is being undermined by Marlene Nowotniak's club.  She is making us look bad.

Ken:  Yes, and?

JK:  Could you just talk to Marlene for us?  Could you tell her that she is doing much more harm than good?

Ken:  No, and I got to close.  Bye.

JK:  I know you think we are spreading anti-romanist heresy.  Yes, I know you are a very, er, gung-ho Catholic.  But we are bringing people to Christ. We are snatching kids away from their despair...

Ken:  ...and their responsibility.

Scott:  Look, I sinned, okay?  The whole state knows I boinked Marlene.  But
you sin, right?

JK:  The Lord knows I do, my man!

Ken:  Please, no high five this time.

Scott:  And you sin.  You're sinning right now by filling your body with
that shit.   And you're body s supposed to be a temple for God.

Ken:  (blowing smoke in Scott's face) So, sin is sin, eh?

JK:  Exactly.  We are sinful by nature, and it is by Christ's mercy alone
that we are covered with that awesome grace that makes us acceptable to Him.

Ken:  So, smoking a fag is as depraved and rancid as deflowering a sixteen
year old. 

Scott:  I would never blow a fag.  I don't do that shit.  I ain't no homo.

JK:  Scott, "fag" is British for cigarette.  Calm down.

Scott:  Well, I don't smoke neither.

JK:  In God's eyes, yes.  It's all equally evil.

Ken:  Mr. Knox, I will not dissuade Marlene from her campaign.  I will only encourage her.  Now, if you will be so kind as to remove your heretical asses from my establishment.

Scott:  But she don't even believe in God.  She believes in Darwin and that crap.

JK:  Scotty here has a point.  Do you really want the secularist poison to
prevail over the Gospel?

Ken:  Yup.  I really do.  Because I vomit at the notion that the theft of a paper clip is as evil as, say, the systematic gassing of millions of innocent men, women, and children.

JK:  Not one of us is innocent.

Ken:  Oh, yes, we are all totally,  comprehensively, fucking depraved.  So depraved that God has to mask us with a bodycast of grace just to look at us.  I want to be loved for who I am, not for some mask I wear.  And if God can love us only with a mask, then fuck God.

JK:  "The tongue also is a fire, a world of evil among the parts of the body."

Ken:  Oh, shove James up your ass.  You people love James 3, but you're not so hot on James 2.  Or James 5, where he mentions sins that cry out to the heavens for vengeance.  Well, what your main dude Scotty did is just such a sin.

Scott:  Show me that in the Bible, asshole.

JK:  Now, Scotty.

Ken:  Fuck the Bible.  I am talking about what was in front of your very eyes, what you touched, whose sweet voice whispered "I love you" in your ear.  A beautiful woman who loved you so much she gave you her everthing, her body, her soul.  She put her very temple at your disposal.  Even though you are the Protestant paragon of the totally depraved Adam, whose good deeds, if thereare any, are nothing but filthy rags.  But she loved you all the same, and if that's not the incarnation of gratuitous grace, of amazing grace, of the free, unmerited gift that you Prots always yap about, then fuck Luther's God.  And to reject such amazing grace is nothing less than the blasphemy against the Holy Ghost.  A cocksucker, as perverse and vile as he is, shows more gratitude towards God's creation than do you, and that's why I wear this t-shirt with pride.

JK:  It sounds like you worship earthly creatures.  It is my duty as a Christian to warn you against idolatry.

Ken:  It is my duty as a very tired shopkeeper to tell you to leave, please.

JK: I'll be praying for you.

Ken: Sure. Now go, please.

Scott:  (on his way out)  Marlene is not God, and Mary isn't God, either.

Ken:  Whatever.

Targeted facebook ads

Well, there's been a lot of concern and consternation about privacy on the social networking site facebook. The Powers that Be at facebook want information from you, so that they can tailor ads just for your specific needs and wants. This is creepy, I must admit, but after seeing the latest ad targeted at me, I must say that the Huckstering Big Brother at facebook is not prying all that much into my facebook page. In the last two days I have been writing quite a bit about Israel. And, what do you know, I get this ad:
Tell Congress you support Israel and we'll send you a free book. Join Christians United for Israel and sign the Israel pledge today!
Facebook Huckstering Big Brother is obviously a dumbfuck that needs to take a remedial reading course for everything I've written about Israel has been denunciatory such as, say, "Israel can go fuck herself." Or facebook Big Brother's data-collecting program just saw that I am a Christian who mentions Israel repeatedly, sufficient criteria to trigger the program's algorithm to send that ad to me. In other words, facebook Big Brother has even less understanding than Searle's Chinese Box, and this is supposed to worry me?

Yeah, I am a Christian, but hardly one who has a hard-on for Israel. I'm Catholic. The New Israel for me is the Catholic Church. The Modern State of Israel has no religious significance for me at all. I don't believe that slitting the throat of a Perfectly Red Heifer will hasten the Rapture. I don't believe that a rebuilt Temple is God's will; it is nothing but an insane fantasy that, if actually realized, would make the whackoes in the Middle East even more apeshit than they already are.

No, I don't stand with Israel. I think the world would be a better place if the United States stopped sending Israel billions of dollars in aid every year and gave that money to a worthier cause like, say, CitiBank. And it could give the weapons to a worthier clientele, too, like, say, English Soccer Fans.

I must note that the Israeli Propaganda Machine is getting very desperate indeed if it is now asking Christians to sign an "Israel Pledge". If it's as successful as all those Virginity Pledges have been, AIPAC will soon see 50% of its base bearing bastards by Palestinians and Chomskyite self-hating Jews.

Of course, I could be all wrong about the fuck-up that sent this ad to me. Perhaps, it isn't a fuck-up at all, but a Mossad marker. They're on to me. Targeted ad leads to targeted assassination. Makes sense after all. I am critical of Israel. I have knives in the kitchen. I have chairs. And while I don't have any pipe handy or crowbars, I do have real scary yard tools. I must be a terrorist.