Friday, December 7, 2018

Satire is the new reality: Apostles' Creed Edition

I stopped trying to keep track of the off the charts surreal lunacy of  it all months ago but this one....  I'm telling ya you just can't make stranger shit up! I've gotta take note of this.

There they were--all of the living former presidents and FLOTUSes along with president stupid and his 3rd trophy wife.  There they were in the cathedral to pay respects to 41.  Important to the context is the fact that the guy who's playing president now--the guy who all the other presidents clearly can't fucking stand to put it mildly, that guy has received a higher percentage of support from American Evangelicals than any other US president.  So of course that guy is the one who is not reciting the Apostles' Creed because duh! We're living in satirical times now people. 

Then there's the guy Trump supporters call Muslim--the guy who they remain convinced is not an American citizen without a shred of credible evidence--there he is reciting the Apostles' creed by heart as much as he's reading it.  The Clintons who they claim to be the devil itself if not worse, they're reading it as well. As is President Carter but hey,  he's by far the most Christ-like POTUS our country has ever known so no surprise there.  The guy has cancer yet still he picks up his hammer and builds homes for the poor.  Apparently that kind of emulating Jesus stuff is heresy in American Christianism 2018 though since Evangelical Republicans can still hardly bring themselves to say a nice word about Carter. 

But boy howdy do they love Trump. And there he is, seemingly unaware of the importance of reciting this creed for those who profess the Christian faith.  I'd be willing to guess he doesn't even hear it and wouldn't know what it is if he did.  I'm guessing the self-obsessed voices in his head drowned it all out or at least reduced this core to the Christian faith prayer to mumbling background noise.  

And so toss this one more little footnote piece of straw onto the camel and keep watching because sooner or later, and I'm guessing we're nearing sooner, that poor beast's back is gonna break.  It's just too surreal though ain't it. I still can't look at this photo or read  news of this without laughing myself silly.  

But yeah Trump was chosen by god.  Riiiiiight.  I swear believing as much makes god look more and more like a raving mad lunatic with each passing second of this supposed presidency.

It's been a while since I publicly rebuked the idiot-in-chief and know that some have taken offense to my doing so; therefore, just for the record I have heavenly ordained righteous authority to judge in this case.  How's that you say?  Well there's the fact that I've spent countless hours over the past decade and a half enmeshed in an intensive lay study of early Christianity, which of course has included researching the hell out of the history of the Nicene creed and Apostles' Creed and all of the synods and debates over the nature of Christ, reading the works of Irenaeus and Justin Martyr and Origen along with all the works unearthed at Nag Hammadi and on and on.  So there's that and the fact that, although it was a short-lived gig that ended in early Japan gaijin wedding preacher retirement, technically I am a man of the cloth. See!  



Thus as one who's conducted wedding services in both Japanese and English I hereby assert my right to criticize the dumb ass so-called president who can't even bring himself to read a few lines of a prayer in English at the funeral of a real American President.  


How anyone can continue to support that clown is beyond me.  God have mercy on whatever's left of their decency and intellect. 


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In late summer 1998 I moved from the place I grew up and spent most of my life (Central California) to a small town in Japan. I loved training in Shotkan and dreamt of training in Japan someday, I just didn't know someday would arrive when it did. I signed a one year English teaching contract, missed California life quite a bit but decided okay one more year then that's it. A few months into that second year contract I met a girl. You can probably guess the rest. The plan was return to California eventually but here I am still--still with that girl and now three awesome getting bigger every day kids to boot. Sometimes we pick the journey. Sometimes life does. I still enjoy doing martial arts. Still learning how to dad. Got a house, learned the word expat, etc. Oh yeah, and I love to write. Not that I know anything more about it than what I haven't forgotten that English teachers taught me. More that I find joy in doing it. Write for who or about what? The greatest American poet sums it up best: "One world is aware, and by the far the largest to me, and that is myself".