Monday, October 3, 2011
Rawr.
To the Harbinger of filled animals
taxed beyond their coins
and thrust onto the shelves
of weak mädchens
who twirl counter-clockwise:
"Arise, and tie that bow
atop the mane
and see what that beast
does when chance becomes
a not-so-glassed-over glance-
the quickest lesson she'll ever learn:
fear or die."
taxed beyond their coins
and thrust onto the shelves
of weak mädchens
who twirl counter-clockwise:
"Arise, and tie that bow
atop the mane
and see what that beast
does when chance becomes
a not-so-glassed-over glance-
the quickest lesson she'll ever learn:
fear or die."
Sunday, December 5, 2010
"Farewell, Fiends"
The Houn sits beside a roaring fireplace made of stone (in the shape of a lion's mouth, naturally). He rests in a burgundy leather armchair, staring oh-so-deeply into the audience.
"Hello, and good evening. It has been my sincerest pleasure to share with you the joys of my intellect. But, just as all tired clichés must be repeated, all good things must come to an end. Each evening, the Sun must die at the edge of the horizon. Every novel has a final chapter. Every assignment as mandatory requirement that must be fulfilled.
Amidst the Roar, you have witnessed the truth in its raw form. It has likely been painful. But alas, it was for the best. Into the night you take with you the knowledge I have afforded you. Consider yourself well equipped.
Beyond tomorrow lies a world in shambles. I admit this is a bleak outlook, but it is necessary. Each man is given the pages of history. These pages slowly degrade over millennia and there is nothing you can do to stop it. You cannot make a difference.
Every issue I have spoken my peace upon contained a course of right action that ought be followed. I am normative by my very nature. But not all can hear me, and even if they did, all would not listen. In a way, I have doomed you to walk the earth alienated by the knowledge you contain.
But wait! You are not alone. I am with you always, as a pale apparition of truth. Beneath my ashen face lies the beating heart of ghostly patriotism. And, as long as you carry me, I shall carry you.
Farewell, and Goodnight"
And he leapt into the fire.
"Hello, and good evening. It has been my sincerest pleasure to share with you the joys of my intellect. But, just as all tired clichés must be repeated, all good things must come to an end. Each evening, the Sun must die at the edge of the horizon. Every novel has a final chapter. Every assignment as mandatory requirement that must be fulfilled.
Amidst the Roar, you have witnessed the truth in its raw form. It has likely been painful. But alas, it was for the best. Into the night you take with you the knowledge I have afforded you. Consider yourself well equipped.
Beyond tomorrow lies a world in shambles. I admit this is a bleak outlook, but it is necessary. Each man is given the pages of history. These pages slowly degrade over millennia and there is nothing you can do to stop it. You cannot make a difference.
Every issue I have spoken my peace upon contained a course of right action that ought be followed. I am normative by my very nature. But not all can hear me, and even if they did, all would not listen. In a way, I have doomed you to walk the earth alienated by the knowledge you contain.
But wait! You are not alone. I am with you always, as a pale apparition of truth. Beneath my ashen face lies the beating heart of ghostly patriotism. And, as long as you carry me, I shall carry you.
Farewell, and Goodnight"
And he leapt into the fire.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Music: Godless Rubbish
There came a point in recent memory when I came to the following conclusion: I am the last entity walking he earth actually listening. It seems every layman I see has resigned themselves to their own world. This world is composed of whatever the individual should choose to filled their ears with. It is constructed between two "buds"- technological atrocities that serve only one purpose: enslave you.
The deft reader will have already understood my complaint through the above (admittedly vague) introduction. Allow me to slow it down. This generation, the so-called "millennials", is constantly filling their ears with noise that distracts them from the world around. As always, I shall attack the root of the problem, leaving generational ineptitude for another dance. This problem, of course, is music itself.
I have stated previously that as Americans, we enjoy absolute freedom. Indeed, all have the opportunity to destroy their minds with wretched "melodies". But I shall hope that my argument proves convincing enough to cure the reader.
First and foremost, music is always incorrect. It is personal. It is about whatever appeals to the listeners' ears. Whatever appeals is "good". Yet, every human has differing musical taste. They cannot all be "good". They cannot all be right. Still, the nature of music presupposes this. Therefore, to listen to music is to acknowledge to validity of Post-modernism....
My apologies, I just punched a hole in my wall. If ye subscribe to the doctrine of the Post-modernists, you are already gone. Stop reading.
Moreover, music distracts us not only from our immediate environment but also from the world as a whole. The sounds made in music are unnatural. You will find them in neither the wilderness nor the assembly line. So what good is music? It teaches us nothing about the world around. If anything, it compels us to ignore reality. Have you met a "musician"? They live in the place the occasional listener only visits. They are ghosts upon this earth. As Americans we have a responsibility to become the best possible humans we can be. We are in competition with the world. Totalitarian regimes are ahead of us in their restriction of this frivolity.
Now to ye naysayers. You who are addicted to the sounds of failure. I will offer up my own remedy. It is the philosophy that I walk with. My music is this earth. My melodies are the speeding cars pouring carbon into the atmosphere. The charge of tank battalions are my crescendos. I am a virtuoso in the sound of being right. My hands are my instruments. My ears are my record player. With them I hear the beautiful music of the American experiment. And to it, I offer my own solo.
Follow in my wake,
Calhoun out.
The deft reader will have already understood my complaint through the above (admittedly vague) introduction. Allow me to slow it down. This generation, the so-called "millennials", is constantly filling their ears with noise that distracts them from the world around. As always, I shall attack the root of the problem, leaving generational ineptitude for another dance. This problem, of course, is music itself.
I have stated previously that as Americans, we enjoy absolute freedom. Indeed, all have the opportunity to destroy their minds with wretched "melodies". But I shall hope that my argument proves convincing enough to cure the reader.
First and foremost, music is always incorrect. It is personal. It is about whatever appeals to the listeners' ears. Whatever appeals is "good". Yet, every human has differing musical taste. They cannot all be "good". They cannot all be right. Still, the nature of music presupposes this. Therefore, to listen to music is to acknowledge to validity of Post-modernism....
My apologies, I just punched a hole in my wall. If ye subscribe to the doctrine of the Post-modernists, you are already gone. Stop reading.
Moreover, music distracts us not only from our immediate environment but also from the world as a whole. The sounds made in music are unnatural. You will find them in neither the wilderness nor the assembly line. So what good is music? It teaches us nothing about the world around. If anything, it compels us to ignore reality. Have you met a "musician"? They live in the place the occasional listener only visits. They are ghosts upon this earth. As Americans we have a responsibility to become the best possible humans we can be. We are in competition with the world. Totalitarian regimes are ahead of us in their restriction of this frivolity.
Now to ye naysayers. You who are addicted to the sounds of failure. I will offer up my own remedy. It is the philosophy that I walk with. My music is this earth. My melodies are the speeding cars pouring carbon into the atmosphere. The charge of tank battalions are my crescendos. I am a virtuoso in the sound of being right. My hands are my instruments. My ears are my record player. With them I hear the beautiful music of the American experiment. And to it, I offer my own solo.
Follow in my wake,
Calhoun out.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Calhoun Christmas
Ladies and Gentlemen, the avalanche is in full swing. The currency is flowing. Cars are filling once empty lots. People are rushing. People are planning. Children are screaming. The whole of the earth (America) is bustling the way it has not bustled in at least year. I write, of course, of the holidays- the important ones. And yes, there are important ones. We will define holiday importance later.
Let me begin by relating a personal tale. The other evening I made a trip to my local market. Of course, I was not out to purchase any item. [My residence operates self-sufficiently, all I have, I produce]. I often venture into sprawling American cities (with no particular pursuit) to observe American life in all its splendor. I was particularly alarmed at this visit.
On this evening, I entered several fine establishments only to find that their good names were being destroyed by the very individuals who frequented them. I observed the following:
[1] A customer place a compact disc back into the correct place after they had decided not to make the purchase.
[2] A woman re-fold a piece of clothing after deciding not to try it on.
[3] In general, people smiling at hourly employees.
[4] Cars yielding to pedestrians in parking lots.
[5] Children and Adults alike behaving.
[6] Empathy, O disgusting empathy.
Bah! Eventually, my visit became so infuriating I was compelled to jump atop the nearest cash register and shout my peace. I would include the transcript, but it contains too many expletives to place on the interweb. The aforementioned observations reveal a sad state of affairs that must be remedied. And accordingly, I shall be the one to produce the elixir. Prepare for battle...
The single most important thing to remember when engaging in the holiday capitalist harvest is this: no one cares about you, but you. All things follow from this. An analogy should suffice: T. Hobbes described the law as hedgerows, within which, we are free to roam. This analogy is true. Within the hedgerows of the law there must be chaos for their to be freedom. The marketplace is within these hedgerows, thus, it must be a place of nauseating madness- so thick and terrible it could choke your will to live. The naysayers shall ask- why? Why must there be chaos?
A simple answer follows an idiotic question. There must be chaos because our desires are chaotic. We are complicated human beings who do not know what they truly want until absolute freedom is thrust upon them. We must be given the latitude to discover our true will. The marketplace can provide this.
The remedy is simple, friends. To be sure, I witnessed things last evening that encourage me. There may yet be chaos in paradise. But I shall not leave it to chance. You must be told what to do so that you can be free. Here follows the Great American Model for Holiday Shopping:
Proclamation: The market must be laid to waste.
I. Parking;
A. Park as close as possible, as slowly as possible. God forbid, you should have to "walk" great distances. It is always better to wait 5 minutes with the oil burning rather than park 50 feet farther away.
B. Do not yield- to pedestrians, other cars, or animals. Yielding only slows commerce. If they were right they would no be in your way.
C. If you are in a larger marketplace, drive to each individual store. Expedience is supreme.
II. Entering a store
A. Accept no greeting. Some stores have stumbled upon a rough path. Do not reply to their congenial workers.
B. Open doors for no one. You are not "all in this together". This is a war.
III. Browsing
A. The rule of thumb is to take everything you are remotely interested [and some things you're not] and either place it into your bag, or onto the floor. If it is a piece of clothing, unfold it. If it is an item in a package, remove it from its package; and, if you have time, place it back into the package incorrectly.
B. Shout at employees. You are there to get what you want, not to care about their "feelings"
C. Allow your child to cry. Ignore the child, it will eventually get tired.
D. Do not bend to the store's will. Ignore their "lines" and "policies". Organizations that have set up pre-determined artificial hedgerows must not be suffered. If you wish to purchase an item, simply walk to the front of the "line" and do so. If you wish to return something, return it and take your money back by force if necessary.
IV. General
A. Remember, all things exist for your benefit.
B. Remember, nothing is beyond your reach unless you allow it to be.
C. Never forget, all prevail when each individual makes every attempt to prevail.
The importance of the holidays is to provide us with a perfect snapshot of how we should operate year round. The important holidays expose this. So, do not fret, all is not lost. There are many days left in this season. Seize them! Besiege them! And if you have already failed, there is always next year.
Calhoun out.
Let me begin by relating a personal tale. The other evening I made a trip to my local market. Of course, I was not out to purchase any item. [My residence operates self-sufficiently, all I have, I produce]. I often venture into sprawling American cities (with no particular pursuit) to observe American life in all its splendor. I was particularly alarmed at this visit.
On this evening, I entered several fine establishments only to find that their good names were being destroyed by the very individuals who frequented them. I observed the following:
[1] A customer place a compact disc back into the correct place after they had decided not to make the purchase.
[2] A woman re-fold a piece of clothing after deciding not to try it on.
[3] In general, people smiling at hourly employees.
[4] Cars yielding to pedestrians in parking lots.
[5] Children and Adults alike behaving.
[6] Empathy, O disgusting empathy.
Bah! Eventually, my visit became so infuriating I was compelled to jump atop the nearest cash register and shout my peace. I would include the transcript, but it contains too many expletives to place on the interweb. The aforementioned observations reveal a sad state of affairs that must be remedied. And accordingly, I shall be the one to produce the elixir. Prepare for battle...
The single most important thing to remember when engaging in the holiday capitalist harvest is this: no one cares about you, but you. All things follow from this. An analogy should suffice: T. Hobbes described the law as hedgerows, within which, we are free to roam. This analogy is true. Within the hedgerows of the law there must be chaos for their to be freedom. The marketplace is within these hedgerows, thus, it must be a place of nauseating madness- so thick and terrible it could choke your will to live. The naysayers shall ask- why? Why must there be chaos?
A simple answer follows an idiotic question. There must be chaos because our desires are chaotic. We are complicated human beings who do not know what they truly want until absolute freedom is thrust upon them. We must be given the latitude to discover our true will. The marketplace can provide this.
The remedy is simple, friends. To be sure, I witnessed things last evening that encourage me. There may yet be chaos in paradise. But I shall not leave it to chance. You must be told what to do so that you can be free. Here follows the Great American Model for Holiday Shopping:
Proclamation: The market must be laid to waste.
I. Parking;
A. Park as close as possible, as slowly as possible. God forbid, you should have to "walk" great distances. It is always better to wait 5 minutes with the oil burning rather than park 50 feet farther away.
B. Do not yield- to pedestrians, other cars, or animals. Yielding only slows commerce. If they were right they would no be in your way.
C. If you are in a larger marketplace, drive to each individual store. Expedience is supreme.
II. Entering a store
A. Accept no greeting. Some stores have stumbled upon a rough path. Do not reply to their congenial workers.
B. Open doors for no one. You are not "all in this together". This is a war.
III. Browsing
A. The rule of thumb is to take everything you are remotely interested [and some things you're not] and either place it into your bag, or onto the floor. If it is a piece of clothing, unfold it. If it is an item in a package, remove it from its package; and, if you have time, place it back into the package incorrectly.
B. Shout at employees. You are there to get what you want, not to care about their "feelings"
C. Allow your child to cry. Ignore the child, it will eventually get tired.
D. Do not bend to the store's will. Ignore their "lines" and "policies". Organizations that have set up pre-determined artificial hedgerows must not be suffered. If you wish to purchase an item, simply walk to the front of the "line" and do so. If you wish to return something, return it and take your money back by force if necessary.
IV. General
A. Remember, all things exist for your benefit.
B. Remember, nothing is beyond your reach unless you allow it to be.
C. Never forget, all prevail when each individual makes every attempt to prevail.
The importance of the holidays is to provide us with a perfect snapshot of how we should operate year round. The important holidays expose this. So, do not fret, all is not lost. There are many days left in this season. Seize them! Besiege them! And if you have already failed, there is always next year.
Calhoun out.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
And the Righteous Shall Pillage the Earth...
Proclamation: The state of being Christian affords one the authority to ruin the rest of God's creation.
There is an ongoing "movement" in this country that seeks to undermine the principles humanity was founded upon. Everywhere they look to make life more difficult. They beg you- Conserve! Recycle! Renew! Invest! Go Green! [God forbid it.] Everywhere they infect: street corners, shopping malls, all three branches of government, et cetera. They bring a message of folly directly to your television screen while planting their agents in the classroom to affect your children. There is no reprieve from their efforts [that much can be admired]. I have included a summary of their argument in the film below:
The Battle Cry of the Stewards
Let us raze their argument. Their several implicit realities that the Stewards [we shall call them] have laid out in their visual manifesto:
[1] We can save polar bears by buying electric cars.
[2] The Wilds will show us grateful gratefulness for our efforts.
[3] The Wild becomes angry with every act of human expansion.
[4] The Wild is adorable.
The truth of each matter is as follows:
[1] There is nothing anyone can do to save the polar bears in their natural condition.
[2] Wilderness cannot show gratitude.
[3] Wilderness cannot show anger.
[4] The Wild is just as wretched as the human race.
The film begged you to join the Steward's cause with a plea from their darling polar bear. There are a few facts left out of this plea. For one, lone polar bears do not sit and watch global warming in their free time. In fact, "lone polar bear" is a myth. This country has been indoctrinated with the belief that their are approx. 5 polar bears left on the whole planet. After careful research [using my 1980 Encyclopedia Americanica] I discovered their are 25,000 polar bears left on the earth. But this is beside the point. If polar bears are meant to die out, let them die out. Their hunting habits and lives are dependent upon ice. Humans have built their houses upon the rocks, thank you very much.
If polar bears aren't intelligent enough to base their livelihood on something that won't melt when we build coal refineries, then they aren't intelligent enough to feel human emotions. This goes for the entire wilderness. The Wild cannot feel gratitude and anger. It is not a collective entity. It does not have a central mind. They claim: "Every time you cut down a tree a polar bear dies" False! The whole of the earth does not react as an interconnected entity.
What's more, why would we want to save the Wild were it on the verge of destruction? Let us remember all that the Wild has given us: Disease, Famine, Drought, Tsunamis, Hurricanes, the list runs forever and a day. The day the last wild thing dies I will drink a glass of fire and call it victory.
In the beginning God gave us the power over the rest of his creation. We were not elected Stewards, we were appointed dictators. Now we shall do what comes most naturally to us: destroy. It is our right to use this earth like there is no tomorrow. Cut down the trees and name the streets after them. Do not look back. Do not shed a tear for the polar bear. Were you to ever encounter him he would surely devour you. He would shed no tear for you.
Onward! To the reaches of the Earth and back again, dear Friends. Spare us the cycles and green talk. We have no time for it. We have a planet to plunder.
Calhoun out.
There is an ongoing "movement" in this country that seeks to undermine the principles humanity was founded upon. Everywhere they look to make life more difficult. They beg you- Conserve! Recycle! Renew! Invest! Go Green! [God forbid it.] Everywhere they infect: street corners, shopping malls, all three branches of government, et cetera. They bring a message of folly directly to your television screen while planting their agents in the classroom to affect your children. There is no reprieve from their efforts [that much can be admired]. I have included a summary of their argument in the film below:
The Battle Cry of the Stewards
Let us raze their argument. Their several implicit realities that the Stewards [we shall call them] have laid out in their visual manifesto:
[1] We can save polar bears by buying electric cars.
[2] The Wilds will show us grateful gratefulness for our efforts.
[3] The Wild becomes angry with every act of human expansion.
[4] The Wild is adorable.
The truth of each matter is as follows:
[1] There is nothing anyone can do to save the polar bears in their natural condition.
[2] Wilderness cannot show gratitude.
[3] Wilderness cannot show anger.
[4] The Wild is just as wretched as the human race.
The film begged you to join the Steward's cause with a plea from their darling polar bear. There are a few facts left out of this plea. For one, lone polar bears do not sit and watch global warming in their free time. In fact, "lone polar bear" is a myth. This country has been indoctrinated with the belief that their are approx. 5 polar bears left on the whole planet. After careful research [using my 1980 Encyclopedia Americanica] I discovered their are 25,000 polar bears left on the earth. But this is beside the point. If polar bears are meant to die out, let them die out. Their hunting habits and lives are dependent upon ice. Humans have built their houses upon the rocks, thank you very much.
If polar bears aren't intelligent enough to base their livelihood on something that won't melt when we build coal refineries, then they aren't intelligent enough to feel human emotions. This goes for the entire wilderness. The Wild cannot feel gratitude and anger. It is not a collective entity. It does not have a central mind. They claim: "Every time you cut down a tree a polar bear dies" False! The whole of the earth does not react as an interconnected entity.
What's more, why would we want to save the Wild were it on the verge of destruction? Let us remember all that the Wild has given us: Disease, Famine, Drought, Tsunamis, Hurricanes, the list runs forever and a day. The day the last wild thing dies I will drink a glass of fire and call it victory.
In the beginning God gave us the power over the rest of his creation. We were not elected Stewards, we were appointed dictators. Now we shall do what comes most naturally to us: destroy. It is our right to use this earth like there is no tomorrow. Cut down the trees and name the streets after them. Do not look back. Do not shed a tear for the polar bear. Were you to ever encounter him he would surely devour you. He would shed no tear for you.
Onward! To the reaches of the Earth and back again, dear Friends. Spare us the cycles and green talk. We have no time for it. We have a planet to plunder.
Calhoun out.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Leviticollision
"Do not lie with a man as one lies with a woman; that is detestable"(Lev. 18:22)
The above verse speaks for itself. I need not clarify nor introduce it, for it is apparent our topic of discussion is homosexuality. Before we delve into this issue allow me to provide the reader with autobiographical information that should serve as a backdrop for my argument.
The Houn is genderless, and as such, has no personal experience in regards to this subject. I have never felt the sexual desire, nor passion, nor love. And though my enemies would claim this disqualifies any opinion I may have, the reader may guess I disagree. In fact, I know that asexuality affords me a unique vantage point no sexual being possess. I am impartial. In every subject I am right; however, my enemies ought to be more convinced by my rightness since I take neither side. Let us be done with this business and address the issue itself.
It is pertinent to present this issue in the form of an argument containing points, counter points, etc; particularly because I see myself as a mediator between two sides that I will not hesitate to summarize using impartial labels:
Group 1: Homosexuality is a perversion of God's original intention and should not be condoned in our society.
Group 2: Homosexuality is an inherited trait part of our biology and should recognized and respected in society.
Now, there are many subsets of these sides that attempt to blur the lines with rationality and diplomacy, but they are of no matter. This is the reality of public rhetoric as it stands today. A conversation between these two groups usually functions as follows:
Group 2: We would like you to recognize our rights.
Group 1: No.
Group 2: No seriously, we really would like to be able to marry each other.
Group 1: No, not allowed. God says so.
Group 2: [Expletives]
Group 1: [Something about fire and brimstone]
Group 2: [Organizes a political rally that functions as a veritable anger-festival]
Group 1: [Recites "Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God"; connects homosexual acts to natural disasters]
The conversation devolves from here. This fight has raged for all time, or at least as long as I can remember, which is as good as forever. And, let us be clear: I did not start this fight. In usual fashion, we must deconstruct both sides to excavate the real truth.
There is an archaic air about Group 1. I am a champion of things long dead. Resurrection of old testament law appeals to my iron sensibilities. Moreover, forcing my beliefs upon others using civil/military authority is a pastime of mine. However, in this case that action is illogical for one simple reason: We must not discourage the wrong actions of others when that wrong action dictates their own erase. Allowing homosexuals to marry would amount to less children with the genetic predisposition for homosexuality. Over time, there would be none left. [Say what you will of adoption and surrogate mothers; these practices will merely slow the process]. If Group 1 really wanted to remove homosexuality from society as a sin, they would let it extinguish itself.
The prime dispute I hold with Group 2 is that they have created their own problem. If at this very moment I declared people whose favorite color is orange to be a minority and lobbied for them, I could call it a civil rights movement. Moreover, I could created my own enemy simply by annoying them. I could shout on street corners and be so loud as to force the middle ground to take a stand. And of course, they would stand against me because I would be incredibly irritating. This is Group 2's quagmire. If they really wanted rights they could have them in an instance, simply be attaining them stealthily. Instead, they demand the surrender of the opposition as a condition of their victory.
I have hinted at the solution underlying this problem. Both sides can claim victory. Homosexuals can marry. Group 1 can work toward their world without sin. However, in the end, this argument isn't about solving a problem. It is about argument for the sake of argument. It is about yelling atop your lungs with fury. It is about acts of violence and annoying pop singers who wear audacious costumes. It is theatre. And, in truth, neither side can bare for it to end. Debate will only end when one side sounds the death knell with a faint sign and a few words: "This bores me..."
Far be it from be to spoil the fun.
Calhoun out.
The above verse speaks for itself. I need not clarify nor introduce it, for it is apparent our topic of discussion is homosexuality. Before we delve into this issue allow me to provide the reader with autobiographical information that should serve as a backdrop for my argument.
The Houn is genderless, and as such, has no personal experience in regards to this subject. I have never felt the sexual desire, nor passion, nor love. And though my enemies would claim this disqualifies any opinion I may have, the reader may guess I disagree. In fact, I know that asexuality affords me a unique vantage point no sexual being possess. I am impartial. In every subject I am right; however, my enemies ought to be more convinced by my rightness since I take neither side. Let us be done with this business and address the issue itself.
It is pertinent to present this issue in the form of an argument containing points, counter points, etc; particularly because I see myself as a mediator between two sides that I will not hesitate to summarize using impartial labels:
Group 1: Homosexuality is a perversion of God's original intention and should not be condoned in our society.
Group 2: Homosexuality is an inherited trait part of our biology and should recognized and respected in society.
Now, there are many subsets of these sides that attempt to blur the lines with rationality and diplomacy, but they are of no matter. This is the reality of public rhetoric as it stands today. A conversation between these two groups usually functions as follows:
Group 2: We would like you to recognize our rights.
Group 1: No.
Group 2: No seriously, we really would like to be able to marry each other.
Group 1: No, not allowed. God says so.
Group 2: [Expletives]
Group 1: [Something about fire and brimstone]
Group 2: [Organizes a political rally that functions as a veritable anger-festival]
Group 1: [Recites "Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God"; connects homosexual acts to natural disasters]
The conversation devolves from here. This fight has raged for all time, or at least as long as I can remember, which is as good as forever. And, let us be clear: I did not start this fight. In usual fashion, we must deconstruct both sides to excavate the real truth.
There is an archaic air about Group 1. I am a champion of things long dead. Resurrection of old testament law appeals to my iron sensibilities. Moreover, forcing my beliefs upon others using civil/military authority is a pastime of mine. However, in this case that action is illogical for one simple reason: We must not discourage the wrong actions of others when that wrong action dictates their own erase. Allowing homosexuals to marry would amount to less children with the genetic predisposition for homosexuality. Over time, there would be none left. [Say what you will of adoption and surrogate mothers; these practices will merely slow the process]. If Group 1 really wanted to remove homosexuality from society as a sin, they would let it extinguish itself.
The prime dispute I hold with Group 2 is that they have created their own problem. If at this very moment I declared people whose favorite color is orange to be a minority and lobbied for them, I could call it a civil rights movement. Moreover, I could created my own enemy simply by annoying them. I could shout on street corners and be so loud as to force the middle ground to take a stand. And of course, they would stand against me because I would be incredibly irritating. This is Group 2's quagmire. If they really wanted rights they could have them in an instance, simply be attaining them stealthily. Instead, they demand the surrender of the opposition as a condition of their victory.
I have hinted at the solution underlying this problem. Both sides can claim victory. Homosexuals can marry. Group 1 can work toward their world without sin. However, in the end, this argument isn't about solving a problem. It is about argument for the sake of argument. It is about yelling atop your lungs with fury. It is about acts of violence and annoying pop singers who wear audacious costumes. It is theatre. And, in truth, neither side can bare for it to end. Debate will only end when one side sounds the death knell with a faint sign and a few words: "This bores me..."
Far be it from be to spoil the fun.
Calhoun out.
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