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Letter to the Editor

Letter to the Editor

Actually, it’s one I read in the Star-Ledger today.  Fellow who wanted to be a priest but was turned down because he was illegitimate, and was dismayed by the exclusion of gays from the priesthood – neither he nor they chose how they were born.  I really don’t know why people even want to be part of an organization that so clearly doesn’t want them.  They should start their own religion that accepts people of faith, and let the Catholic church keep all the pedophiles.  I think this is the thing that really steams me – the scandal, the lawsuits, and the problems are not being caused by gay men, but by pedophiles.  By making this big thing about not admitting gays, it further reinforces the idea that pedophilia and homosexuality are somehow one and the same.  Look, folks, pedophiles like children.  Some like boy children, some like girl children, some like both.  Homosexuals like adult relationships with persons of the same sex – their age differences are probably not going to be any more shocking than the age differences between members of heterosexual couples.  Maybe even less, since an older woman or man with a partner of the same sex, but photogenic and hot isn’t going to get the same social approval as, say, Donald Trump and the wife of the week.  The perpetuation of this myth of homosexuality being equivalent to pedophilia irritates me, but I also wonder why people still want so badly to be part of this organization that insists they are unworthy as human beings.  (I wonder this about women, too, sometimes, but they tend to be more likely to grow up doing as they’re told, so I suppose it makes a wee bit more sense.) 

I wonder, too, about why we give so much power to the idea that a religion can overcome a problem without any other factor coming into play.  We just got a Christmas card from a jailed pedophile of our unfortunate acquaintance, one in a series over the years of his incarceration, which began with capitalized exultations to the Lord and was punctuated with many, many exclamation points.  Too many perpetrators of criminal acts “find God”, and that seems to be acceptable to some people as evidence of genuine reform.  Not to me.  It’s way too easy – it’s like a deathbed confession, or an extension of the “I’m sorry this happened” speech at sentencing.  It abdicates responsibility.  It’s faith with an ulterior motive.  In fact, I think that one of the reasons we keep receiving these unwanted greetings at the holidays is for written proof to be shown to the parole board next month.  “See?  I even found God two years before this!  And I keep finding him!  Nope, God sure can’t hide from me!!”  Someone else out there is dubious about the jailhouse conversions.  And this, to me, is yet another piece of evidence of the failure of the Catholic church.  The priest says “Go forth, and sin no more” but the understanding is that you can just keep sinning and sinning and sinning as long as you say you’re sorry later.  That just doesn’t cut it in the real world.  And clearly, if you can keep sinning after being told not to, then religion isn’t going to be an effective tool for self-improvement.  And yet. . .it carries so much weight with people.

Ban homosexuals, but protect pedophiles.  Allow people to commit the same wrongs over and over again, but insist that morality would persevere if public schools taught from the bible and had morning prayers.  I could go on, but I won’t – right now these are the two things in particular that seem so obvious to me that the general public’s ignorance of them is making my head hurt. 

Feelin’ Irritated!

Feelin’ Irritated!

So – in the past week, I’ve had to go back up to North Jersey twice to shop for things.  (That’s one of the only disadvantages of having furniture all from IKEA.)  The first time, I had the brace on my arm still, and I was trying to maneuver two of those stupid carts with four turning wheels.  I can’t tell you how many dirty looks I got from people, I even had one lady shove one of my carts so she could get by, as if I wasn’t having enough trouble not bumping into people and things as it was.  Today I decided to hit the Paramus store instead, because you can bring your cart to your car.  Shopping alone in Elizabeth is a pain because you have to drag all your stuff to a locker at the far end of the parking, lock it up, get your car, wait for a loading spot, unlock the locker, and drag your cart to the car, sometimes quite a ways.  Well.  I got several pieces of furniture, one of which was heavy and fairly unwieldy for a solo shopper with a wild dancing cart. However, I’ve become something of a pro at this.  I lifted one end into the van, and then, balancing it, went around the cart, pushed the cart up against the car as I pushed the box into it, and I suddenly saw bright lights.  I turn around, and it’s the guy from the parking spot directly opposite mine pulling out.  I’m trying to hold up this piece of furniture, unable at this point to move backwards or forwards with it, and I’m yelling at the guy.  He sees me.  He keeps backing up.  The furniture is wobbling.  I’m yelling.  He keeps backing up.  I could have sat on his bumper, he pulled so close to me.  Oh, yes, folks.  He was watching very carefully to make sure he didn’t actually back into me.  I will spare my gentle readers the horrible words I would use to describe this guy – you all have fine imaginations, I’m sure you can guess.

It’s New Year’s Eve

It’s New Year’s Eve

And I think I want a nap. Finished painting the hallway, went to Lowe’s, Target (where I got nothing) and KMart. Had lunch. Went to ShopRite and the liquor store. Touched up the paint, where I could now see the spots, since hubby had put up the light fixture I bought at Lowe’s. Cleaned up the kitchen a bit, made salsa.

We’re having all kinds of hors d’ouvres and finger foods for dinner tonight, and we’re going to watch the Twilight Zone marathon on the Sci-Fi channel.

Thinking about some of the things that got me angry this year also made me feel very thankful. I’m a woman in America, rather than in Pakistan, where my relatives can kill me for “honor”, or in Brazil, where it’s also legal for husbands or boyfriends to do so, or India, where I can be burned alive by my husband if my parents don’t give him enough money. I’m glad we don’t live in a Muslim country, where a woman can be mutilated by her husband for dogmatic reasons, or in Uganda, where a psychotic “Christian” leader kidnaps children and forces them to fight and kill – and while the boys are spared sexual slavery because that goes against the Bible, somehow raping little girls falls under the Lord’s auspices. Living where we do, I can get a good laugh at the Scientologist anti-psychiatry museum, where they cast aspersions upon psychiatry as a profit-motivated institution. I can get onto the internet and order one of those bumper stickers that says “Will one of you interns please give him a blow job so we can impeach him?” and put it on my van without fear. (Don’t worry, hubby, I won’t. I’m also thankful for a hubby that allows me to put on bumper stickers that make him embarassed to drive my van.) Intelligent Design has begun being tossed from the unfortunate school districts that decided it belonged in the science curriculum, thanks to sensible judges. Fox News and its “correspondents” have gone so far off the deep end that their credibility is eroding away with more and more facility every day.

As well, I’m thinking of all the things particular to my own life that I’m thankful for – somehow the New Year brings this out for me more than the Thanksgiving holiday. We’re healthy and happy, we’re enjoying our new home and schools and neighborhood, and it seems the more we look forward, the more things look better.

So, Happy New Year to you and yours! Enjoy it, make the most of it, and be thankful for all the good things you have!