February 08, 2006

"God Is Pro-Life"

It's time. What time is it? You query oh-so-cautiously. What’s the matter? Scared?

It's time to piss off some of my fellow humans again.

I saw a trunk sticker today on a luxurious Lexus F-625-U driving ahead of me, which said, in bright red, white, and blue, of course: GOD IS PRO-LIFE.

What does that mean? Because when I look, I see death all around. Is that god of yours pro-death, too? And the other stuff that happens in the real world -- like the 18-year-old gang banger thinking that a rival gang member lived at a certain house; he figured he’d cap the dude and fired his nine-milli into the house, killing a 15-year-old honor student who was watching TV with her dad – where does that fit into this pro-life deal? Her death has some meaning that will be revealed only on judgment day?

And that brings to mind the small town that evolved into an upper middle class bedroom community in the years we lived there, where those luxury SUV’s with similar bumper stickers were common enough not to cause anyone any consternation. The high school football team won in overtime before an SRO crowd against a team from a predominantly black school district. A woman, a local dentist’s wife, sitting in front of one of the guys with whom I played golf, won the 50-50 drawing at halftime. About two grand, he said it was. One of the biggest 50-50 drawings he’d heard of at the high school. That would have made a great donation to the Red Cross, since it was just after the Hurricane Katrina disaster, but that’s another story. We’re talking about a "sense-of-entitlement" type. We’re talking about the one true god blessing the town first and the good old USA next.

Anyway, the guy in my foursome tells her to stand up and be recognized when her number got called … I’m guessing that’s how it worked (That’s how it worked at hockey games. I never won.). She turned around and told him to shut up. "I don’t want them to know I have that much cash."

I don’t know what kind of car she drives. Lexus, maybe? Surely not a black one; after all, we know how she feels about that color.

Makes me ill. Them … the same mentality leads our country.

Next: Deus vult!

Posted by Bill at February 8, 2006 10:52 AM
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