On the Gay Thing

25 January 2012

This was written before gay rights and gay marriage became OK

Out here in Washington, the state legislature is mulling a gay marriage bill.  If passed and signed, it will become law and as you might expect, howls of hate and rage can be heard from here to Florida.  Hot-eyed preachers shake their bibles and spout one denunciatory broadside after another as the spittle flies.  It seems their biggest beef with gays is that being gay is “unnatural” and condemned in the bible as a “sin”.

Unnaturalo? Consider this scenario:  One morning a thirteen/fourteen-year old kid sits bolt upright in bed and says, “Wow!  Have I got a plan for my life!  I’m going to dedicate myself to performing stomach-wrenching sexual acts on those of my own gender.  I can’t stand the thought of doing them, but by thunder, do them I will.  I will crawl into bed with these guys so we can disgust ourselves by performing acts we really don’t want to perform.  They are against ‘God’s plan’ and therefore, ‘unnatural’ and ‘sinful’.  I’m going to hate every second that I’m doing this stuff, but, hey, I’m gonna make it my bliss.

“I’m going to perform these revolting acts not only to nauseate myself with my depravity, but to break my parents’ hearts, to become estranged from my brothers and sisters, to alienate my friends, and be shunned for performing vile acts I really can’t stand to perform.  I’m going to commit these “unnatural” acts so I can be ostracized by the community, have my home set on fire, have my car wrecked, get hectored and harassed (and probably fired) at work, and have the crap beat out of me by a bunch of yobs as I walk down the street.  Yes, b`god!  This my plan”.

Well, this scenario is absurd on its face: If being gay is optional, what person in his or her right mind would ever chose it?  None.  Absolutely none.  So if being gay isn’t a choice, gay must be natural; a minority population to be sure, but natural notwithstanding.   It’s like an albinos with pink eyes; they too are also a minority, but we don’t go around telling them they cannot marry other albinos.

To conclude, I submit three propositions:

ONE:  Being gay is just as natural as being straight — or being an albino.

TWO: Whither or not a person is gay and wants to marry another gay is none of my business.  Nor is it any of Uncle Sam’s business.  Nor is it any of yours.

THREE: When reality and the bible conflict, the bible is wrong.

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Readership

21 January 2012

I’ve been noticing, dear readers, that you have been abandoning your Humble Author’s blog in droves.  Readership has declined from a high of ten (yes, TEN) several weeks ago to just one this last week.  And zero the week before.

Well what the hell.

No one writes a blog expecting to get paid for it, so why the hell should a blogger give a hoot if it’s read or not?t?  Because readership — any readership — is good for the soul.

Originally, blogs were simple diaries found in offices.  A blogger simply recounted the mundane events of his life (8:03, discovered the drinking fountain has a leak).  Those who cared about such trivia could become informed.

Ah, then all the ninnies like me decided to become bloggers, spewing their scurrilities and vituperatutions in hopes they’d be taken seriously.  In truth, 99.99% of bloggers are so ashamed of their work that they write under pen names.  Just like me.

So keep those cards and letters coming.

-Merlin-


On Corporations

10 January 2012

Some time back, our US Supreme Court ruled a corporation is a paper person, having all the rights and privileges of a flesh-and-blood person.  But the Court didn’t address the issue of responsibilities, did it?  No, it did not.  As no coin has just one side, I propose we treat corporations just like people, but in all respects — rights and responsibilities.  Let’s look at an example.

When a corporation kills someone, like underground miners rooting out coal, it should be punished like a person.  If, through callousness, expedience and greed, you or I let someone die from our malfeasance, we be charged with manslaughter at the very least. If convicted, we’d do serious prison time.

Now as we can’t lock up a corporation, we need to do the next best thing: Strip it of some assets. Take all its cash, maybe.  Or its real estate.  Perhaps a key operating division.  These assets would be auctioned off to the highest bidders and the proceeds split between Uncle Sam and the employees.  Employees who aren’t executives, that is.  Nor among the shareholders, for shareholders are like pit bull owners — strictly liable for the damage their creatures do to others and must not profit from their laxity.

Should the corporation purposely kill someone (not unheard of), then the corporation needs to put to death.  Now we can’t hang a corporation as we did Charlie Campbell, but we can revoke its charter and auction-off 100% of its assets, dissolving it completely.

Further, if corporations are to be people, we should treat them as people tax-wise.  For example, like people, corporations should be subject to an Alternative Minimum Tax (AMT), making sure they do not skate on their responsibilities.  Boy, just think what this will do for the old deficit!

I like this idea so much I’m going to sit right down and write my congressional delegations.

Let the Teabaggers howl.

-Merlin-


Unpleasant Things

6 January 2012

Some years ago, my dog lifted his tail, plopped his rear-end onto the rug, put his rear legs up-and-out, then dragged himself along with his front paws.  It was an improbable sight and one that left a long brown skidmark on the rug.

Surely Pine-Sol and hot water would remove the offending stain, so after filling the bucket and grabbing a sponge, I returned to the scene of the crime.  As I bent to my task, I saw a few grains of, what  . . . Rice?  Na, dog never eats rice.  On closer inspection, I realized they were segments from a tape worm.  My poor mutt.  Well this certainly explained a few things.  For several months previously, I’d noticed poor Poochie’s taking a turn for the worse.  Oh, not so bad that a trip to the doctor’s was necessary, it was he just seemed off his feed, as it were.  He was listless, laying on the floor almost the whole day and heaving the occasional sigh.  He didn’t have his usual verve, nor the energy for his usual activities.  He slept a lot.  And his fur had lost its luster.

As we all know, tape worms are parasites.  They live off their host organisms without providing any benefits in return; it’s all a one-way street, with the worms getting fat and sassy.  Like all successful parasites, tape worms have learned not to take too much from their hosts, lest the hosts die (bad for the parasite).  Indeed, tape worms don’t take too much so they can remain in the hosts’ guts their whole lives.  But what the worms take, they take and so the host suffers a form of malnutrition and while the hosts don’t die, they do sicken.  Hosts end up like my Poochie: They no longer thrive and live a diminished existence.

Even worse, the worms’ infestations are so insidious the hosts aren’t even aware of them.  Indeed, like Poochie, the hosts will often resist being wormed, fighting and struggling against the pill.

Having seen this, I began to reflect on the socio-economic conditions in this country.  The filthy rich in our country see their incomes shoot to the moon on accelerating curves, while the poor working stiffs languish, their pay remaining flat — or actually going down.  Much like what happened to Poochie with his worm.

The filthy rich have become, and remain, the filthy rich, not by dint of their own labors, but by sucking a bit out of each member of the 99%.  The filthy rich will make sure they never kill off the 99% for they need the 99% to sustain them.  But what they will do, in sucking the life out the 99%, is cause them to weaken, to lose their joy de vere, to become listless and apathetic.  But like the tape worm, the filthy rich will not suck out so much that the 99% will finally realize what’s been happening to them, take the medicine to expel the worm.

Because we, like Poochie, are unaware of our infestations, we blame our ill health on everything but the worms.  For example believing they’ve hurt capitalism, we’ve emasculated our labor unions.  With Globalization and the staged recession of 2008, we too have become listless and apathetic.  We scramble for the few remaining livelihoods, even though they’ll pay less than the year before, and even less than the year before that.  Like poor old Poochie, we’ve become enervated and indifferent to our own suffering.

Parasites do not want to be dislodged, so they have evolved protective measures.  With tape worms, it’s a heavy wax coating that prevents it from being digested.  With the filthy rich, it’s a program of propaganda and corruption that directs our attentions elsewhere and gulls us into believing what’s happening is OK.  Not only OK, but that it’s wrong for us to reverse course and get more from our labors.  Second, the propaganda distracts us with specious nonsense about issues like abortion, gay marriage, creationism and prayer in school.  Third, corruption such that no office holder, or candidate for office, dares cross the filthy rich for fear the bribes . . . er, the campaign contributions, will be cut off.  Not only that, but the filthy rich promise that should the worst happen and the corruptee be turned out of office, suitable emoluments await working as lobbiests and consultants.

And so the filthy rich go from Cadillac to BMW to Mercedes-Benz to Bentley while the rest of descend from Buick to Nano.  The filthy rich get a new multi-million dollar home each year while the rest of us get canned and have our 3-bedroom ramblers foreclosed.  The filthy rich spend more on lunch at the club than most of us make in a whole month.  The “trickle-down economy” with which we’ve been hornswoggled by the filthy rich, has turned out to be a torrent flowing upward.

Make no mistake, the filthy rich operate on the same philosophy as a parasite: What’s your’s is mine and what’s mine in mine too.   No indeed, dear reader, the filthy rich are tape worms in America’s guts.

-Merlin-