Opposing Christianity

An Accidental Book

So I’m accidentally writing a book about Christianity. Here’s how it happened.

Back in 2015, I started to immerse myself in atheist culture and literature, mostly through audiobooks, which are fantastic to listen to when slogging through RPGs and grinding levels, which as it happens is one of my favorite activities. First I read God Is Not Great by Christopher Hitchens, which quickly became my all time favorite book. Next I read the Richard Dawkins’ The God Delusion, which quickly become ANOTHER of my all time favorite books. After that I began a marathon of atheist literature: I listened to audiobooks of Dawkins’ The Blind Watchmaker, The Greatest Show On Earth, The Ancestor’s Tale, The Magic of Reality, An Appetite For Wonder, Brief Candle in The Dark, and then of course listened to the God Delusion several more times, realized that I actually had been listening to an ABRIDGED version, and then listened to the complete unabridged version. I’m currently on my second listen of the unabridged version right now.

I listened many times to Julia Sweeney’s brilliant one-woman show Letting Go Of God, then Sam Harris’ Letter to a Christian Nation. Currently I’m working my way through David Silverman’s book Fighting God. I started to watch episode of an Austin-based public broadcast television show called The Atheist Experience, worked through almost their entire catalogue of podcast The Non-Prophets, then I listened to hundreds of episodes of the podcasts Cognitive Dissonance, The Scathing Atheist, God Awful Movies, The Skepticrat, Ardent Atheist, Citation Needed, Be Reasonable, and Skeptics With A K. I watched dozens of debates, interviews, and lectures involving Christopher Hitchens, Stephen Fry, Lawrence Krauss, Richard Dawkins, and others.

Naturally, being steeped in all this atheism has given me a lot of time to think about my feelings on religion, on God, and most of all on my experiences with Christianity. When I’ve felt the need to go on a diatribe about religion, I’ve grabbed my phone, iPod, or whatever device is near me and started frantically taking notes. Without realizing it, a few years had passed, and I had amassed enough notes to realize that I wasn’t just writing disjointed blog posts, but writing a book, my own contribution to the work of the New Atheists and others.

The funny thing is, I still don’t know if I’m an atheist. What I do feel confident in is that I’m an anti-Christian. I think Christianity is an entirely corrupt and harmful enterprise that should be left in the past where it belongs. Listening over and over to books like The God Delusion and God Is Not Great has helped me to learn, and also to understand exactly what it is about Christianity that appalls and angers me so much.

There’s so much to write about. So much to say. So much of my own story to tell. I’ve written a few religiously-themed blog posts here, but most of what I’ve written has been in notepad documents, collated later in emails to myself for safekeeping or in documents of fractured ideas. Some of my notes are paragraphs of harsh criticism, some are single lines for me to expound upon later.

I want to share some of this with you, whoever you may be reading this. I’m not going to post everything I have, but I want to share some of what I’m working on. Remember that these are notes, not a final product, not even really a first draft, just thoughts that have been written down. Some of them need editing, many of them are repetitious or sometimes miss larger points, but I’m proud of what I’ve written so far, and I’m excited to share it with you.

I currently have the majority of what I’ve written collated together in a document, seperated by subheadings which can be later expounded upon, condensed, or cleaned up into proper chapters. There’s still a long way to go, and honestly I can’t say what the end result will be.

I don’t think any of the New Atheists like Richard Dawkins or Sam Harris would approve, because I don’t think I’m really setting out to fight religion. I’m setting out to shine a ray of light on Christianity, to talk about the harm it’s done to me and to everyone else. As for myself, I still don’t know that I can say I’m an atheist. I still love aspects of Paganism, I enjoy tarot and some kinds of mysticism, I enjoy hearing Tori Amos wax philosophical about the goddess energy and celestial consciousness, I find those kinds of things to be beautiful poetry. I don’t know that I actually believe any of them, it would be difficult for me to condemn Christian belief on the one hand and then turn around and say I believe in Neo Paganism, which as religions go is a pretty spastic cobbling together of whatever an individual happens to agree with. I still take comfort in some spiritual practices, and for that reason, I can’t find myself denouncing belief in the same way that Dawkins does. I would be lying to myself if I tried to.

There may be atheism at the end of this journey, or there may be some other kind of spirituality I haven’t discovered yet. There may be an agnosticism with a leaning toward the mystical. All I really know is that I just HAVE to get my feelings about Christianity down on paper. I have to say what I feel. That’s what this blog has always been about. So, with that explanation out of the way, I’m going to begin sharing some of the raw material that I’ve been cobbling together. I hope that if nothing else, it makes you think about things in a different way.


The Most Harmful Enterprise

It is my belief that Christianity is the single most harmful Enterprise in all of human history. More deadly than the Huns, Alexander, the Nazis, or even nuclear bombs. Christianity is a system of subjugation and bigotry which spreads like a virus from parent to child, or if not then from adult to child (but make no mistake, it is always children who are targeted, because Christianity’s claims are not generally strong enough to hold up to the scrutiny of a full developed and educated adult), and either perverts or destroys everything it touches. Christianity warps our ideas of truth, goodness, compassion, and where to appropriately place our outrage. Christianity abuses and victimizes us, teaches us to abuse others, and then claim that we ate the one being abused. Christianity teaches us never to be satisfied with decency or morality or kindness or love, but to be ever self-flagellating sycophants, braying at the feet of God for the forgiveness of our petty thought crimes against the almighty. Christianity teaches us to harass and degrade other people, to control them as we were controlled ourselves, and to remain endlessly vigilant in the persecution of every race, Creed, belief, and orientation. Christianity is a disease of the mind spread memetically that erodes decency and compassion, and sows the desire for murder and destruction in every person it touches.

Christianity impedes the progress of medicine, health, mental stability, fulfillment, relationships, families, sexual wellness, and resorts constantly to underhanded dirty trucks, lying to the vulnerable and trying to substitute medicine for prayer, dedication to God, and incidentally money for the church. Christianity preys on the most vulnerable people. Children, the sick, the infirm, the starving. American missionaries travel to countries ravaged by poverty and hunger and they give the people food, but only at the cost of making them sit through lectures about their God, and giving them Bibles and telling them to believe in their God. Is it not obvious how utterly despicable this is? Missionaries prey on the most vulnerable people in the world. If I saw a child alone, huddled, shivering and dying of starvation, I would help them out of the kindness and compassion of my own heart, not because I saw  the opportunity to indoctrinate a potential Christian.

It is wicked enough to subjugate and persecute innocent people, to spread hatred and discord and encourage violence against people you dislike. But I takes a special kind of evil to perpetrate murder and abandonment and mutilation onto the whole world, and then claim you are the one who is being oppressed, claim that you have been the victim of the people you victimized. This is what Christianity does.

Name me one group who fought for their civil rights against prejudice and hatred, who was not oppressed by hated by Christians. Name me one group who has suffered violence in hate crimes for whom the perpetrators of at least some of those hate crimes were not Christians, or motivated by Christianity. Name me one societal injustice that has been overcome where Christianity did not stand on the wrong side of history.

Christianity would drag us kicking and screaming back into the dark ages if it could. Let us not forget how Christians acted when they thought they could get away with it. When Galileo postulated that the earth revolves around the sun, there was no scramble from Christians to teach the controversy, they sought to kill him for apostasy.

Today’s Christianity often speaks in softer terms than the one from antiquity, but that’s only because it’s been forced to soften up in order to stay relevant. As we make social progress, Christians pretend that God was progressive all along. Eventually there will come a day when there is no more widespread homophobia or bigotry against LGBT people, and if Christianity still exists, it’s believers will say that Jesus was the first real trans activist or the first proponent of gay rights, or some other nonsense, by picking and choosing from vagueries in the Bible and pretending that they had it right all along. Indeed, Christians are already doing this now in regards to slavery, saying that the Americans who fought against the Confederacy to end slavery were doing the proper Christian thing, while Confederates held up the Bible as their justification for slavery, because it very explicitly encourages slavery, not just throughout the old testament but in the new testament as well.

As our morals evolve, Christians pretend that God had it right all along, and that we’re just evolving to suit his moral standards, when really it’s the other way around, Christians are changing the character of God, or re-interpreting it as needed, to conform to our standards of morality, in order for Christianity to remain relevant. But man created God, and not the other way around, and Christianity betrays it’s man-made roots in the fact that though it claims to be unchanging, it is forced to change in order to keep it’s congregants pouring in, and to retain control over the minds, bodies, and presumably souls of it’s followers.

But even still, Christianity still relies the same old dogma of self destruction, self loathing and absolution are exactly the same. The words may change but the dogma doesn’t. After all, the Bible does say God is “the same today, yesterday, and tomorrow.”


The Bible

Christianity’s doctrines and edicts come from it’s holy book, the Bible. The Bible is a horrific tome, filled with examples of all the worst aspects of the human experience, as well as injunctions to commit all manner of evil against other creatures.

Try as hard as you can to imagine the most vile, despicable, horrific acts of which any human being is capable, and you’re very likely to find it in the Bible, most often being done by the supposed heroes of the stories. God himself is often the perpetrator of these evils, but his faithful servants and revered Biblical heroes are often the ones who commit these atrocities.

Think of every abominable action you can: rape, murder, molestation of children, the abuse of innocents, kidnapping, murder of babies, indiscriminate slaughter, genocide, incest, degradation, imprisonment, cannibalism, betrayal, burning alive, drowning, torturing humans, torturing animals, ritualistic blood sacrifices, eating entrails, drinking blood, the continued injunctions to (and proscriptions for) slavery, the treatment of slaves, the taking of slaves, the rape of slaves, the selling of slaves, taking advantage of the needy, the sick, and the insane, self-mutilation, castration, torture, the Bible is an orgiastic feast of all the most abominable actions to which human kind is capable of. And the vast majority of these atrocities are committed by God himself, when not being committed by his servants who are commanded directly to do it in his name.


God, The Abusive Husband

Christianity is a system of cyclical emotional abuse that inculcates and indoctrinates new members (almost always as emotionally vulnerable and mentally impressionable children) to believe that they fundamentally disordered in such a way that they are evil and worthy of eternal torment from the moment they are born. Not only this, but they are taught to believe that they CANNOT be anything other than evil and worthy of the most horrific kind of torture and punishment, because the only way to be truly good, moral, and decent, is to allow Christ to take on your own sin (whether you’ve committed any sin or not), and Christianity takes care to institute such rigorous regulations that most normal, healthy, biologically necessary actions are considered sinful, and thought crime is preached by the central deity, so that absolutely any moment of anything other than complete lobotomized silence is viewed as sinful and in need of correction or forgiveness.

To be naked is a sin, to experience physical arousal is a sin, to desire to be close and to express love is a sin, to even think about exercising a completely healthy biological function like masturbation is a sin, even unavoidable biological functions like menstruation are sinful and “unclean,” in short: everything that any normal human being might do is considered a sin, so that no matter how hard you try, you cannot escape God’s righteous indignation.

This tactic is sometimes employed by the military, during basic training, in which a drill Sergeant will emotionally abuse his pupils by setting such absurd regulations on behavior that it becomes literally impossible for the rules to be followed, and so the entire unit is punished when one pupil slips up. The drill Sergeant will also give conflicting orders and punish a cadet no matter their actions, regardless of if they obeyed or not, simply to torture them. The reason for this barbaric method of training is to purposely bring the unit together in their utter contempt of the drill Sergeant, and yet also to fear and obey him, regardless of his orders, because it is the only way to avoid punishment, even if avoiding it is futile. Soldiers are placed under such extreme mental and emotional stress in an attempt to completely break their spirit, and then rebuild their demolished psyche into that of a ruthless killing machine whose only goal and joy comes from following orders and serving the military.

This kind of barbaric treatment is contemptible, but when it’s done in the military, people recognize it for what it is. Even those who justify this cruelty say that it’s done for a purpose. No one pretends that this medieval method of training is done out of love and compassion. I personally don’t think there is an excuse for this kind of treatment, but at least the people who do it will admit that they are being cruel, as means to an end.

But when God does the same things, and worse, people will make any excuse to justify his contemptible behavior, and most sickeningly of all: that God abuses and tortures his creations because he LOVES us. God is the ultimate abusive boyfriend. Countless times throughout the Bible he presses into service those same excuses we know abusers use: “You brought this on yourself,” “Look what you made me do,” “I’m only doing this because I love you.” If any man were on trial for doing a fraction of the things god does to his children, he would most certainly be sentenced to prison or worse. Yet his actions are excused and justified by his victims, who trip over themselves to believe that two plus two equals five if God says it does.

God is the abusive husband who torments his way day and night, haranguing her with threats and blows, keeping her so frightened that she doesn’t know whether she’s done anything wrong, where she is tortured in the knowledge that regardless of what she does or does not do, the angry man will still come home and beat her, rape her, abuse her in every way. And when her friends see her black and swollen eyes, her bruised legs and arms, they will try and persuade her to leave him, but she will argue on his behalf, as the abused do of their abusers, that he is a good man, that he loves and cares for his family, that he is justified in his cruelty, that her friends don’t understand, that they must forgive what seems to them an injustice, because assuredly he has his reasons.

But we know the truth of this, don’t we? We know that the abusive husband is a sadist and a monster, who must be stopped and thrown into prison where he can at most change his ways and understand the suffering he caused, or at the very least ensure everyone’s safety by his removal from society. God is that man, the abusive husband, and Christians are the tired and manipulated wife, searching desperately for an answer amidst the torture and grief, trying to make excuses for God. Except that God is one step worse, because he doesn’t even exist. God is a thought process implanted into the vulnerable, most often children, teaching people to hate themselves and to subjugate and torture themselves, and to feel remorse and shame if they think for a moment to stop this self-induced torture. Christians are victims as much as the Witches who burned at the stakes or the Muslims who fell to the inquisitors sword.

Ironically, when people of good and decent moral character stand up to Christian prejudice, Christians love nothing more than to proclaim that they are being “persecuted.” Christianity has the largest following around the world, the vast majority of modern human history has been controlled and decided by Christianity and it’s countless armies, yet Christians see any attempt to usurp the blatant immorality of Christian doctrine as persecution, and love nothing more than to play the victim. Indeed, the entire philosophy of Christ is to play the victim, as he did in his crucifixion, in which God sacrificed himself to himself so that he could forgive a man he created for doing exactly what he created him for and knew he would do. The whole episode has more the air of a comical farce than an uplifting morality tale. But the point is that Christians confuse moral evolution for persecution. And why shouldn’t they? The God they worship is an immoral monster.


A Monopoly On Ideas

Remember that when Christians had their way and could do what they wanted, they just stomped all over everyone and their views weren’t nearly as seemingly nuanced as they are now. Before evolution was taught in schools, there were no Christians rushing into science classrooms and demanding that we “teach the controversy,” because they don’t actually care about that, they care about getting their way. As for abortion, Christians viewpoints have strangely reversed. It used to be that any time a young woman became pregnant out of wedlock she would be “sent to stay with an aunt,” which was their code for her getting an abortion, because they viewed babies born out of wedlock as sinful. There was never any attempt to “save the lives of innocent babies” then. All of Christianity’s viewpoints today are clearly contradicted by the way Christians behaved when they knew they could get away with it, when they knew no one would oppose them.

At the end of the day the reason Christians oppose things is because of plain old prejudice. They say they oppose gay marriage because it defiles the institution, but they’re doing nothing to fight against outlawing divorce. They claim that the constitution was shaped by Christians under Christian doctrine, and yet the vast majority of the founders (particularly the most important figures) were non-Christian deists who openly denounced Christianity. They want to stop abortions and claim to be pro life, but they give no thought to the autonomy or free will of the woman in question, and in a move the betrays the deep Christian misogyny, don’t seem to mind women being bodily raped by a child they didn’t ask for.

Remember that one of Christianity’s central figures, Mary the mother of Jesus, was a virgin girl who was bodily raped by God during sleep and forced to carry his child without her consent. This betrays the deep misogyny inherent in Christianity: Mary, the revered mother of Jesus, was a woman who was simply commanded by God to carry and give birth to his child, and on top of this, she had to have her sexuality completely excised from her, hence the radical obsession with her being a virgin upon Jesus’ conception. And even if you argue that God didn’t actually have sex with Mary to impregnate her (again, there is the obsession with sexual deprivation and masochism present throughout Christianity), she was still forced to carry a child without her consent. Of course it doesn’t really matter that these events never actually happened, and maybe the character of Mary did find herself overjoyed at her own bodily autonomy being stolen from her for the privilege of delivering God’s son, but that doesn’t change the fact that the entire religion is built on the rape of a virgin girl. Not a woman, by the way; the character of Mary was probably around twelve years old in the story.

The most obvious way in which Christianity is imbued with the prejudices of it’s creators and it’s leaders are in Christian attitudes about homosexuality. Christians treat homosexuality in a very obtuse way that borders on protesting too much. They seem to have this notion that people can be “turned gay,” whenever a young gay person comes out to their family the first thing they will hear is that they’ve been “influenced by gay people” and that they “became gay,” or even that they “made the choice.” Christians imply that being gay is a choice, when even gay people say it isn’t. This means that for gay people, they’re gay just because that’s who they are. But the Christians who say that being gay is a choice are openly admitting that they as Christians COULD make the choice to be gay, which is tacitly admitting to bisexuality. They’re saying that if they wanted, they could choose to be attracted to the same gender. Well since that isn’t possible, it shows that they already ate attracted.


They also act as though being around gay people can turn you gay, as though their own heterosexuality is so fragile that the mere presence of a gay person will cause THEM to want to be with another person of the same gender? It seems to be protesting too much: they’re essentially saying “If I’m around gay people I’ll be so tempted and allured by them that I’ll become gay myself!” Well that isn’t how sexuality works, so obviously you have homosexual tendencies that you aren’t dealing with, and you’re projecting your own fear and self loathing onto everyone else. Of course, it’s not surprise that most homophobes are secretly gay. Christopher Hitchens quoted Shakespeare when discussing the topic of Christian sexual abuses, and I’ll do it again here: “The policeman who lashes the whore has a hot need to use her for the very offense for which he plies the lash.”

If God is indeed a celestial being so petty that in addition to creating nebulas, black holes, and galaxies, he can concern himself with the inconsequential minutia of who touches who else’s genitals, then he’s not worth worshiping in the first place.

But the problem isn’t just Christianity’s homophobia, or the fact that nearly all the homophobia in the entire world can be attributed to religion. It’s time we acknowledge the role Christianity plays hate crimes and murders, like the Pulse Massacre, or the murder of Matthew Shepherd. Because of preachers and faith leaders referring to us as “the homosexuals, the sodomites,” blaming hurricanes and natural disasters on us and talking about God’s judgement, Christians dehumanize us and normalize the idea of our deaths. We become less than people. We’re not humans who think and feel, we don’t watch television and read books and make dinner with our mothers on Thanksgiving, we’re just sodomites. We’re just a target, a threat to God’s people and his kingdom. Killing us isn’t the same as killing a real person.

And really, this is just scratching the surface on what makes Christianity so dangerous. And of course it’s not just Christianity that is the real problem, but religion itself. Religion has always been dangerous, but it was conceived in a time when it’s tools and weapons were significantly less powerful. In the days when religion dominated every aspect of culture and life, the most terrible possible attack from one group to another consisted of ransacking cities, murdering soldiers and civilians alike, raping innocent people, burning house and toppling castles with trebuchets. Even such horrors as these pale in the face of modern nuclear weapons, drones, bombs and machine guns.

Religion was conceived in a time when the worst of it’s followers could be convinced to take up a sword or a bow against an innocent, but the worst of today’s followers could be convinced to quite literally destroy the entire world with the right nuclear arsenal. This is why religion must not simply be abandoned, it must be combated, and future generations need to understand why that is, what makes it so dangerous, and why it should not be allowed to prosper, and to control the minds of otherwise decent people who fall prey to it.


Hiding In The Shadows

“What is impressive about Catholic mythology is partly it’s tasteless kitsch, but mostly the airy nonchalance with which these people make up the details as they go along. It is just shamelessly invented.” – Richard Dawkins, The God Delusion

The simplest proof against Christianity, and religion in general, is the way it betrays itself, the way it shows it’s motives. When Christians were in charge, God was the all knowing creator of the universe. When we discovered evolution, God took a step back and became evolution’s guiding hand. When we discovered that the universe was created during the big bang, God became no more than the one giving the order for creation to begin. As we gain scientific understanding of the world and the cosmos that surrounds us, Christians have to try harder and harder to squeeze God into the gaps of our knowledge. Christians will claim that we don’t need evidence to believe in God, because God must be discovered through faith, but we all know that if there were any real evidence for God’s existence (apart from philosophical exercises of trying to define God into existance) Christians would be all over it. Christians say that science is incompatible with religion only because it’s convenient to say that, if science DID produce any evidence for God’s existence, Christians would be shouting it from the rooftops.

But there is no evidence. As time goes on, the role God plays in the universe is shrinking. God was once the almighty and omniscient creator, and now he is an imp who hides in the shadows cast by Darwin and Hawking, and as we shed more and more light onto our own existence, he has fewer and fewer places to hide. Surely if God were the omniscient father of all things, it would be no difficulty at all to stand up to scrutiny, there would be abundant evidence. And yet the universe behaves in exactly the way it would if there were no God at all, making God, at best, utterly useless.

Christians count the hits and ignore the misses when it comes to prayer and divine intervention. When something a Christian prays for comes true, they regard it as an answered prayer and divine intervention, when their prayer is not answered they decree that their prayer was still answered anyway, only God in his infinite wisdom said “no.” No matter whether he succeeds or fails, God is given the credit for his action or his inaction. And this is considered to be decent evidence by many people.

If God exists, he behaves in such a way that his action is indistinguishable  from his inaction. Many sudden recoveries and coincidences are attributed to him, but curiously, he only ever heals someone in such a way that it can’t be demonstrated to have been some other means. He seemingly spends a lot of time healing people of cancerous growths or relieving pain, but not once in history has he ever regrown a lost limb, or healed third degree burns, and surely there were devout Christians at the time who prayed as fervently for those injuries to be healed. God is supposedly so powerful that he can create universes and destroy millions with floods, but the only miracles he seems capable of performing now that we have reliable methods of recording such things are trivial miracles that can’t be distinguished from chance. He only seems capable of passively doing things that might otherwise have been done without his interference. If God’s existence is indistinguishable from his nonexistence, then he’s so useless he might as well not exist anyway.


If He Existed

If the God described in the Bible did exist, the megalomaniacal, tyrannical celestial dictator who is more concerned about a nonexistent man eating a magical fruit than he is about poverty or disease, a being so prideful and contentious that he shows moral character worse than that of a petulant child, a fascist dictator willing to commit genocide on a whim, then I would oppose him. If the day of judgement the Christians talk about come, and God descends from the heavens in the form of Christ on a white horse, and I must stand before the throne of judgement, and God asks me to prostrate myself, I would be under a moral obligation to oppose him, to call out his bigotry, his insolence, his indefensible abuse of his creations.

Any moral personal who believes that God is worth worshiping is deluding themselves. Replace the names “God” and “Jesus” with “Zeus” and “Heracles,” and then read the Bible and tell me if you believe that the deities in question have any moral character. God is a tyrant, a ruthless petulant fascist, and if he DID exist, I would be the first to stand up to him, even if I were powerless. I would rather burn in hell for eternity knowing that I did the right and just thing, than to live in Heaven for eternity because I was willing to bend my knee at the threat of violence. At the end of the day the character of God is a malevolent villain, and we should all be exceedingly happy that he doesn’t exist, because any universe created and governed by such a monster would be a hopeless universe indeed.

Luckily, we have the ability to break the chains of ignorance, to cast away the shackles of God and his Bible, to be set free from Christianity, and from it’s family of religions, it’s mother religion, Judaism, and it’s daughter religion, Islam. We live in a time and place where it is possible not only to oppose God’s tyrannical rule, but to understand that we have no God to fear, only one another to fear, and it is in this knowledge that we can work toward a world not ruled by fear, but by compassion and understanding.

Humans have gotten a lot of things wrong. But we’ve seen the power of human empathy, and we’ve seen what God can do to stifle it. It’s time to send this fictitious monster back where he belongs, in the darkness of human history, and keep shining the light of knowledge on the shadows of ignorance, so that he has nowhere left to hide.


In Defense Of Kathy Griffin


I will make this brief.

After everything that Kathy Griffin has done for us, we better not turn our back on her now. I haven’t said much about it because mostly I was so pissed off at the response of right-wing commentators. And then of course all the people dragging out such old chestnuts as “ugh that ugly cunt isn’t funny fuck her,” or some other such brilliant and scathing insight. You can bet your ass that if the shoe had been on the other foot, and Alex Jones were holding up a decapitated Hillary Clinton head, right wing commentators wouldn’t be tripping over their dicks to call him out on it.

What pisses me off most is seeing Kathy’s friends turn on her. Anderson Cooper saying he thought the photos were disturbing and awful, when he’s actually a friend of hers. Is he trying to put a nail in the coffin and destroy her? Or is he just saying that because he doesn’t want to risk his position at CNN?

Look, I get it. Holding up a severed head in a time where ISIS exists, it’s a bold statement. It’s disturbing. It’s maybe even a little tasteless. But art is SUPPOSED to be bold and disturbing. The message of Kathy holding up a severed Trump head is not “Hey guys, let’s go out and decapitate politicians,” it’s “We will overcome this, we will defeat this demagogue and we will resist.”

But you know what I admire even more than Kathy having the balls to make a bold statement? The fact that she apologized. Kathy has an infamous no apology policy. She stands by what she says. But after seeing the way it affected everyone, she owned it, and she apologized. And honestly, the worst I can say about the photo is that it’s in bad taste. But it’s certainly not “vile and offensive.” What’s vile and offensive is that we elected a man who openly brags about sexual assault.

What if we just called the Kathy Griffin photos “locker room talk”? Would that make it acceptable.

Trump is trying to make himself a demagogue and we need people to send out a message that we aren’t gonna take that shit. And we need it from all angles. We need the protests in the streets, and we need celebrities holding up bloody heads if that’s what they want to do.

The only thing that I’ve found truly unsettling was watching Kathy try and hold it together for her apology video. She seems like she’s been crying, and she sounds terrified. Like she’s afraid her whole career could be over. And it might. And that horrifies me.

Kathy is a fucking inspiration and the hardest working woman in show business. She made art. Art sometimes includes bold statements like holding up a fake bloody head. And unlike the racists who burned/hanged effigies of Barack Obama during his presidency (strangely no right wing media seemed to condemn THAT when it was happening), she isn’t targeting Trump because of his race or his gender or anything like that. He’s being judged based on the content of his shitty character. Need I remind you that there are actual photos of the Trump kids posing with dead animals they trophy hunted? How about the photo of Eric (I think it’s Eric, I can’t tell these assholes apart) holding up an elephants tail in one hand and a knife in the other? Here, have a look.


Now tell me, is that more or less disturbing than Kathy holding up a bloody Trump mask? Because that’s a guy who actually killed a living creature for sport and posed with a piece of it’s body.

I know, I’m criticizing one of the Trump spawn, not the orange wonder himself. So let me get back to that.

The pussy grabber in chief wants to get the heat off his ass for his recent worldwide trip in which he alienated a staggering number of US allies, continued to deny the existence of climate change, and turned America into the laughing stock of the entire world. Now he’s pulling us out of the Paris climate agreement, which I remind you even genuine evil dictators like Kim Jong Un still participate in. That’s right, Kim Jong Un is more environmentally responsible than Donald Trump.

So, Donald Trump blasted back by dragging his eleven year old son Baron into it, saying that his son was disturbed by it. REALLY? You’re only just NOW worrying about the welfare of your son and what your narcissistic trainwreck of a presidency is doing to him? I’m not buying it, buddy. Trump is using Kathy as a scapegoat to try and get bad press off of him, and when that didn’t work he invented a new internet meme, because the Trump version of doing something good is creating a scandal that DOESN’T involve directly harming other people.

So hey, hand me a bloody Trump mask. I’ll hold it up for you, Kathy. I’m not above rash and over-the-top demonstrations. Kathy said it best: she’s a comedian, she crosses the line, she moves the line and crosses it again. It doesn’t always land. She owned up to it, and she apologized, not because she thinks that her willingness to speak out is wrong, but because she saw that it was genuinely disturbing to people and it crossed a line for a lot of people. She apologized because she’s watching her career crumble around her and that isn’t fair, not after everything she’s done.

Donald Trump is causing real harm to real people, and making a statement is both allowed and acceptable. Last I checked, despite Donald Trump’s best efforts we still have freedom of speech, and that includes bloody performance art. And don’t give me this crap about how “unsettling and vile” that picture is. We live in a culture that goes to the movies to see torture porn for fun, but suddenly you want to act shocked and clutch your pearls because a comedian makes a statement with a mask covered in fake blood? Like I said, if anything the photo was in bad taste, but it isn’t vile, it isn’t disgusting. It’s an artist making art.

Kathy Griffin does not deserve this, after everything she’s done for Americans, for the gay community, for women in comedy, for comedy in general, and especially for veterans and soldiers. Kathy Griffin has devoted significant amounts of her time, money and energy to soldiers, she’s included soldiers in her stand up tours, in her television shows, in her comedy specials, and done countless benefits for them. She’s been an outspoken activist for gay people, she’s gone canvasing door to door for the LGBT community, she’s organized marches against homophobic policies, and she’s never stopped opening up her damn mouth to defend people who need defending every chance she gets. Even though she crosses the line, she’s doing it for a reason, she’s making an important statement, and even her apology was sincere and heartfelt.

Kathy Griffin has more courage in the little finger gripping that bloody Trump mask than Donald Trump will ever know or understand. Trump is a disgrace to America and to the world, and while he was tweeting on his golden toilet in a building with his name plastered on it, creating racist birther conspiracies, Kathy Griffin was on several USO tours, staying in a hotel that was almost bombed, and flying into a warzone in Kandahar, Afghanistan to entertain US troops, because she’s a fucking American.

What we need now is the courage to stand up to demagogues, to challenge them, to not give them an inch, and yes, to even hold up a severed head every now and then if that’s what it takes to get the message across that tyranny doesn’t have a place here. I stand with Kathy, I support her, I love her, and I’m not turning my back on her because she did what she does, and what she will continue to do, which is to cross the line, move it, and cross it again. That’s what artists are here for.

The Holy Place


Author’s Note: Hi again! It’s been quite a while since I’ve written anything in this universe, but the characters have been with me all this time. This is a scene I wrote today. As with most everything I’ve written in this story, it takes place right in the middle of everything, so it’s a bit difficult to come in as a reader, having no idea who anyone is. The only really important things to know, here, are that Lucas is our main character, a prince with the power of Fire Magick. The Libra are a race of people who look a bit like humans crossed with cats, this isn’t an entirely knew concept, but I really like it, and I’ve always enjoyed the idea of people having tails. Right now in my mind they look a lot like the Miqo’te from Final Fantasy XIV, or maybe Rei from the Breath of Fire series. The Lufian Witches are a sect of humans who follow the teachings of their goddess Lufia, and who are reflective of real world Pagans, though with a bit more Magick power. Sanrin is a leader among the Libra, and Ioan is a friend to both Lucas and Sanrin, he’s something of an outcast and a maverick among his people. This scene takes place right in the middle of things, but I hope it isn’t too jarring. Enjoy!

“There was no standing against the combined might of Alexandria and the Church in Augustine, so the king at the time, Magnus Cornelius, who was a supporter of the Lufian’s way of life, was faced with the choice of joining in the genocide of an entire people, or fighting a war with Alexandria he could not possibly win and have his entire army killed. So, the king abandoned Dulhan, abdicating the throne and is rumoured to have disappeared into the Mist Lands of the north, where he was never heard from again. This led to an internal struggle for the crown of Dulhan, and the throne was eventually assumed by Revlan Cornelius, the second cousin of King Magnus, whose son sits on the throne today.”

“That’s a fascinating history lesson you’re giving him,” a voice called as a figure leaped from the shadows of the rock face and landed squarely in front of Sanrin. The figure’s black ears twitched and his tail flicked as he stood up straight, “But you should probably get to the point.”

“Hello, Ioan,” said Sanrin calmly.

“Ioan,” breathed Lucas in surprise, “Where have you been? How did you-“

“I’ve found my way out of worse situations,” interrupted Ioan with a grin and a wink. “So,” he said, crossing his arms and turning to Sanrin, tail swishing confidently behind him, “You going to get to the war or keep talking internal Dulhanese politics? Because frankly, that part is boring.”

Sanrin sighed and shook his head knowingly, as though he had had this conversation with Ioan before, “One must understand the past to know which path they should walk today,” he said, “Lucas must know the whole story, not just the information that pertains to our people.”

Ioan rolled his eyes, “Well get to the mass murder already,” he said.

Sanrin sighed again, and turned to look at Lucas, “As Ioan has so eloquently pointed out, the war began in earnest when Dulhan joined Alexandria in their religious quest to rid the world of the Lufians, claiming their Magick to be an abomination against the Angel of God. It was at this point that the Libra stepped in.”

“To their eternal regret,” said Ioan.

“We don’t regret it, even now,” replied Sanrin calmly.

“Well it didn’t turn out well for us.”

“What happened?” asked Lucas.

“Take a look,” said Ioan darkly.

They continued walking and crested the hill. Below them lay a deep valley, surrounded by cliffs, with paths leading down into a massive lush vale, dotted everywhere with large, grey stones.

“What’s that?” asked Lucas.

“Can’t you guess?” replied Ioan cheekily.

“It’s a graveyard,” said Sanrin somberly.

Lucas eyes opened wide. The valley looked like it could be a mile wide, and the stones of all shapes and sizes jutted out from every corner. “It’s so… big…” he said, unable to think of an appropriate word.

“Aye,” said Ioan with his eyebrows raised.

“The Libra,” said Sanrin, “Stepped in to defend the Lufians, who were not warriors and who possessed no real offensive power with which to defend against an army. Their Magick has always been a peaceful Craft, a philosophy based in reverence for nature and a desire to become one with it. This is a value the Libra have always understood and respected. Though the Lufian Witches were human, they were like us, and we chose to defend them.”

“Not all of us, I might point out,” said Ioan.

“No,” agreed Sanrin, “Not all. There was much debate among the Libra, but there was little time, and it was before either my time or yours, Ioan, so we can’t know exactly what transpired. What we do know is that enough of the Chieftans among the tribes agreed to help the Lufians, and the war began.”
“It wasn’t much of a war,” said Ioan bitterly.

Lucas stared out at the massive graveyard. “The stones,” he said,” It looks like they’re all blank. There aren’t names or anything written ont hem.”

“That’s because this is a mass grave, little human,” said Sanrin, “There are hundreds upon hundreds of Libra sleeping side by side beneath the ground, and the stones may mark individaul places where certain important members of our tribes are buried, but only their families know which stone is which, and truly no one can say who is buried where. This is the central gravesite, where my ancestors brought their dead in the war to bury them with proper ceremonies, but the bones of the Libra inhabit all of the Hrothgar Plains. Their bodies lie within the ground, the mountains, the caves, our bodies and spirits are everywhere. There are other gravesites, but this is the holiest of them, the most respected by our people.”
Sanrin crossed his arms. His white ears shivered a little against the wind, and his tail stiffened. “It is harrowing to see, but it is the truth. We stood against the armies of Alexandria, and Dulhan, and Augustine, and we fought to protect the witches. Many among their number fought alongside us, brave women and men who put down their books of spells, abandoned their peaceful ways and took up swords to battle. But they were untrained in the arts of war, and the Libra are hunters, we kill for food and clothing and shelter, we do not practice war as sport the way humans do. We were outnumbered, outclassed, and outmatched. Our people fell, and so did the Lufians.”

“So the Lufians…” asked Lucas, “They’re all dead?”

“It is difficult to say,” replied Sanrin, staring out across the valley, “I am told that there was a great effort to hide the Lufians using Magick, to take them to secret villages and keep them concealed. The greatest of these was the city of Madeena, which lay in the vast forest land to the east, but during the war the forest was enchanted, and even to this day very few have entered the forest and made it back out.”

“Or when they do, they enter on one end of the continent and are deposited on another,” said Ioan. “The eastern forests are said to be the home of the Faeries, though few have ever even claimed to have seen Faeries, and I’ve certainly never met one.”

“The problem was,” continued Sanrin, “The eastern forest and the bastion of Madeena was too far away. We Libra tried to get the Lufians there but we were cut off at every turn. It was an out and out slaughter of both our people. The armies of Alexandria and Dulhan, and the soldiers of Augustine, they didn’t care who they cut down, human or Libra, we were all idolators and heathens to them. They saw us as tools of some unseen devil, armies of darkness. All we ever wanted was to live in peace in the land that was rightfully ours, and we even accepted the Lufians who were human and who did not belong here, because they respected our land and our people. Some of the Lufians were evacuated to the eastern forests, and maybe in those twisting vines and hidden paths they found sanctuary, but most of us, the Libra and the Lufians, were killed before we made it that far.”

“But the Lufians are almost entirely gone, now,” interjected Lucas, “And the Libra still survive, there are still enough of you to constitute your own people.”

“There are probably just as many Lufian in the world as there are Libra,” said Sanrin, “But they look like every other human, so they either hid their faith or abandoned it entirely. Some Lufians defected to the enemy and helped slaughter their own people. Very, very rarely did a Libra ever do such a thing, and if he attempted to he’d have been cut down just for having ears and a tail different from those of humans. The Lufians went into hiding, but they could hide in plain sight. The Libra had no such luxury, because we were unfortunate enough to simply LOOK different than the humans.”

“They think we’re animals,” said Ioan to Lucas, “Humans have always talked about the Libra as THINGS, not people. They think of us as some kind of animal-human hybrid, when in truth there’s no human in us at all. It’s rare that a Libra can even mate with a human, and believe me, there were plenty of romances between Lufians and Libra during the war.”

“You said the war was before your time, Sanrin,” said Lucas.

“It was,” agreed Sanrin, “But I was born when the war was just ending, so as a child I never stayed in one place long, my tribe was constantly on the move. Now there are a few safe havens for our people, the three great powers who were fighting us were fighting an IDEA, the idea of Lufia and Libra spirituality, they were trying to eradicate the notion that someone could worship someone other than their Angel. As soon as the Lufians were eliminated, or as I should properly say it, as soon as the dissenting HUMANS were eliminated, they considered the war over. The Libra didn’t even merit a war, they were happy to kill us if we stood against them in favor of the Lufians, but we were always savage wild folk to them, and they weren’t interested in converting us. They didn’t want Angel-worshipping Libra walking down their streets. That, perhaps, shows the truth of it.”

“They didn’t care really about Angelism,” Ioan picked up, “They just wanted to make sure that humans knew where the power was. It was all to keep the structure intact: follow your kings, follow your Angel, follow your leaders, and do not step out of line. Once they were done with effectively destroying the Lufian faith, they were done with the war. They’ve always held animosity toward the Libra just for being different from them, but Hrothgar was our land before it was theirs. They think themselves kings, but they’re only kings over other humans.”

“Peace, little cub,” said Sanrin.

Ioan huffed.

“This,” Sanrin stretched his hand out to show the valley, “This is what your people did. You were not part of it, but they are your people, and you are their prince.”

“But I’m not really the prince,” said Lucas, “My father is Varner, not the king, and the prince has no power in Alexandria.”

“You can change that,” said Sanrin,” Not only are you of royal birth, but you have Magick within you. You can bring about a new age where humans live in peace with the Libra, and what’s left of the Lufians. Your friend is a witch, is she not?”

Lucas nodded.

“Do it for her, then. For the children she will someday bear, and for what remains of my people. I ask you on behalf of the Libra and the people of the Green Word: change this continent. We are secluded from the Eastern Continent by impassible storms, and on the west are only rocky crags that no ship can manuever. To the north is endless mist, and to the south are waters from whence no has returned. All that the humans, the Libra, and the Lufians have, is this continent. If we all continue to kill one another, eventually there will be no one left to rule.”

“A lot of Libra would disagree with what you’re saying,” said Ioan with his arms crossed and a look of defiance in his eyes. “Many Libra want revenge.”

“And revenge will do nothing but spill more blood into the soil, and the trees will grow with the hatred of the dead running through their roots,” said Sanrin.

Ioan rolled his eyes, “Always waxing philosophical, you. But I agree anyway. There’s nothing that another war would accomplish. The Libra couldn’t win it anyway.”

“But there are many who want another war,” said Sanrin to Lucas, “As Ioan has said, many of my people thirst for vengeance. In time, their thirst can be replaced with a longing for peace, and it is my duty to change their minds, not yours. But you have a far heavier task: to change the minds of the humans.”

“I was never appointed for any task,” said Lucas, “I’m not some hero destined to change humanity.”

“I believe that you are something of the sort,” said Sanrin, “The gods saw fit to give you the gift of Magick, among all people. And your power is far greater than any Lufian witch, or any Libra sorcerer, few in number though they both may be.”

“My Magick is something that none of us understand,” said Lucas, “The fire listens to my call, but I dont’ have infinite power. I can’t change the whole world alone, even if I wanted to.” He paused, “And I don’t,” he finished.

Sanrin lowered his head, “Then perhaps it was a waste to show you this sacred place.”

Lucas reached out a hand and touched Sanrin’s shoulder. This felt like a bold move to him, and Sanrin flinched slightly, even Ioan raised his eyebrows. “It’s not that I don’t want to help,” said Lucas, “It’s just that I don’t think I can.”

Sanrin smiled gently. “You are young, and small, and weak,” he said.

Lucas felt his stomach drop.

“But,” Sanrin continued, “You will not always be young, not always so small, and not always so weak. You have gathered around you a remarkable number of wanderers and castaways. Bronwen is a ferocious warrior, Imogen is perhaps the last of all her people, and your friends from Alexandria are brave young men. Even Ioan has taken a liking to you, and he doesn’t like many people.”

“Hey!” Ioan interjected, seeming somewhat embarrassed.

Sanrin grinned a little more and shook his head, then placed a hand on Lucas’ shoulder, “Little human, right now you are afraid. You are overwhelmed, and believe me when I say that I know the idea of leading anyone is overwhelming. You are troubled, and you want only to find your own happiness. But you have been given an opportunity, and it is the opportunity more than the gift of Magick that is truly your blessing. You may yet find that you have the power to change things. The Angelist Church is a mammoth creature, and it has many horns and teeth. One man alone cannot fight it, nor even an army, as we’ve seen. But given the right circumstance, someone may be able to destroy the beast from within.”

“How?” asked Lucas.

Sanrin removed his hand and placed a clawed finger to his chin, thinking. “I suppose, if I were in your position, I might allow the beast to swallow me, and then drive my claws into it’s heart.”

“And what does THAT mean?” Ioan asked petulantly.

“Augustine is a holy city,” said Sanrin, “But it isn’t ruled by clergyman or priests or nuns, it’s ruled by an IDEA. Angelism is a concept. Bring down the people’s faith, and you bring down the church. Without the church, Alexandria is one lone nation with no faith to strengthen it’s army, and Elliot Varner is an unelected ruler who waits to be deposed by revolution.”

“That’s a pretty lofty goal,” said Lucas.

“I cannot say how it will go,” said Sanrin, “But I believe you and your allies have the potential to change everything. Think on what you’ve seen and heard here, and remember it during your travels. I have offered what wisdom I can, and now your choice is your own. We all must make our own choices,” Sanrin glanced at Ioan as he uttered the final sentence.

Ioan shook his head.

Sanrin turned and walked past Lucas, back the way they came. “Stay here for a while,” he said, “Both of you. I want the two of you to think about where you’ve been, and where you will go. Go down into the Holy Place and let the spirits of the Libra give you their wisdom. I will wait for you at the entrance. Think, while you have leisure to do it, and rest your spirits. This is a place of rest and thoughtfulness, use it to your advantage.”

Sanrin walked off down the trail, and left Lucas standing alone with Ioan. Lucas glanced at Ioan, and

Ioan just shrugged. Without a word, they set off down the steep path into the valley, into the Holy Place, into the mass grave of the Libra.