Banned in Boston

There can’t be anything less attractive than a man who throws a tantrum. I feel fortunate I’ve not had one in my-real-life. Met these curiously warped ‘male?’ creatures often on the web.

In print, they are usually no namers or silly namers. They are always chronically addicted name callers. They scream with caps and are often so long winded you fall asleep before you hit the second semi-colon.

Kurt Vonnegut, one of my favorite atheists, said “Don’t never use a semi-colon. It only proves you been to college.”

I met these tantrum riddled blokes daily on a small web site I was invited to join after the new editor-Bill Buley, a darling man-of the The Garden Island newspaper closed it’s discussion site. It was really getting silly stupid out there.

Before Bill, the Garden Island Island made it mandatory responders use real names. That got rid of a lot of the loons. No rabid ‘no name or silly namer’ would dare use his or her real name in such pathetic antics.

There is almost always-in fact I’d dare say ‘always’- a close connection between bible thumpers and the military mindset. Devout ‘believers’ in the authoritarian and critical god. It is a patriarchal thing they follow in  the goose-step order-thump, thump, thump-of that dreadful god of the Old Testament they invented, worshipped and mimicked.

These sillies know one book cover to cover. At least the relative good parts. They drag out the bad stuff when they need to scare the pants off some male bullied chattel or guilt or fear immersed male (?) follower.

I love to quote Richard Dawkins, “The God of the Old Testament is arguably the most unpleasant character in all of fiction, jealous and proud of it, a petty unjust, unforgiving control freak, a vindictive, bloodthirsty ethnic cleanser: a misogynistic, homophobic, racist, infanticidal, genocidal, filicidal, pestilential, megalomaniacal, sadomasochistic, capriciously malevolent bully.” The only reason  he isn’t dubbed narcissistic is ’cause  he never fell in love with anybody. Anyhow Narcissus was mythical Greek.

I once said to this tangled web of  religious buffoons, “If this critter were to come back to earth today and find himself in an American Court of Law, he’d end up on death row.”

That went over like fire in a circus tent.

So I, the outspoken non believer-I’m not chattel-end up banned. Forbidden from entering hell ever again. I wept. I wailed.  I tore my hair The stench of hells fire, the taste of  escharotic, blistered my good sense. As it was supposed to do.

Then sanity and reason returned. The force was with me.. Well these blokes talk to themselves, or to others just like them and begin to believe their own lies. Talk back and “you’re screwed”.

I remembered a wag once said, during the Anthony Comstock censorship era, “If you want to write a best seller get banned in Boston.

Scam hasn’t been banned in Boston-yet-but the words I dared to speak were banned in TG**alk. I’m off to a good start.

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