Thursday, February 9, 2017

I Will Fight for You

During the frenzy that was the Women's March run-up and post-op, I read a piece by a woman that essentially told female opponents of the march that they don't have to believe in the need for the march because she would march for them, for their daughters and for their granddaughters. It was a very well written post. But it left me thinking that, were I an opponent of the march, I'd take her marching for me the same way, as an atheist, I respond to "I will pray for you." In short, it means nothing.

It truly is so meaningless to me that you say you'll pray for me. I put my game face on, though, because I'm a goddamned human being, and I say, "Thank you." But I really think, "Fuck that shit." I don't believe. So your whispering words aloud or in your head? Good on you. You go.

I'll try to explain it in that winding way I have of blabbering on and on.

Pete is allergic to cilantro. Put a pinch of that evil weed in a big bowl of curry, and that's all it takes. If he doesn't spit it out quickly enough, the rest of us get to watch his face begin to flush. Hates the stuff, he does. Tastes like soap, he and others tell me.

Me? I don't even know what the hell cilantro tastes like. It's nothing. It's another garnish that brings nothing to my palate.

My Mexican-born colleague? Loves cilantro. Puts it in all the wonderful dishes she prepares. Swears of its glory.

Here's your cilantro scale:

1. No fucking way.
2. Meh.
3. Yes fucking way.

Ain't no way you're going to convince Pete of #3 on the cilantro scale. And he's going to fight you to the death (possibly quite literally) on that. Ain't no way Martha is going to believe #1. No way. Me? Meh.

How does this relate to fighting against that asshat in the White House and how does it relate to religion?

Here's your #resist #VOTUS scale:

1. No fucking way.
2. Meh.
3. Yes fucking way.

Finally, here's your belief in a god scale:

1. No fucking way.
2. Meh.
3. Yes fucking way.

Any questions?



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