By Judith Gayle | Political Waves
Imagine my surprise to learn that Gawd in all His stiff-necked, punitive majesty sent a wind equivalent to a couple of Hiroshimas to flatten a twenty mile stretch of Oklahoma because of this country’s embrace of all things LGBT, and particularly sports figures. Oy! Just wait until He hears about the Boy Scouts!
This proclamation, courtesy of the evangelicals, happened the very same week that the new pope declared that even atheists who do good works are redeemed by the love of Jesus Christ, and therefore worthy of inclusion. This proves, once again, that the old Gawd is a bit dickish but that the second generation, the guy with a testament all his own, is undeniably cool. It also points up the fly in our ointment: humankind’s continuing family squabble about who we are.
We’re having a hard time making up our minds, aren’t we? It’s not just the big things, the little things have us in a stranglehold as well. After 13 hours of deliberation, a Phoenix jury attempting to decide the fate of Jodi Arias threw up their hands, deadlocked, and put the life or death decision in the hands of a new, soon to be selected jury. As the (non)decision was announced, one weeping jury member mouthed “I’m sorry” to the waiting family of stabbing victim Travis Alexander, who expected their pound of flesh (as did Nancy Grace and her many followers).