A satire of dysfunctional politics and economic disparity.
Chapter IX: Day/Page 94 CONTINUED FROM YESTERDAY. . . . So what if these people were scientifically-ignorant superstitious goat herders, zealots on the right proclaimed. So what if The Great Book was written, rewritten, edited and changed, over thousands of years by subsequent groups of ignorant, superstitious people—some with agendas to grind—making it impossible to know which parts of the story had supposedly been revealed by god, and which parts redacted by people.
Who cares? None of that matters! How can critical thinking possibly be weighed against the incredulous beliefs of ancient goat herders who, unlike today, lived at a time when miracles were possible?
It can’t! Cosmology, physics, plate tectonics, evolution, embryology, and more, are all lies straight from the pit of hell, the rabid right-handers proclaimed, with their eyes and minds shut tight, fingers wedged firmly in their ears, and heads stuffed snuggly up their asses.
Despite obvious evidence to the contrary, they firmly believed, and could not be dissuaded, that the universe was created by their god a mere six-thousand years ago; that males were fashioned by god looking in a mirror and sculpting a self-portrait; that females were honed from a rib-bone; and that all other life on the planet descended in pairs down the evolutionary gangplank of one big boat, after surviving a deluge wrought by the same moody god.
Those were the facts. That was the truth, they maintained, because that is what mad nomads wrote in the desert thousands of years ago. There was nothing more to know. No further questions needed be asked.
But what about reason, rationality, and basic commonsense, some of our more curious readers might ask?
Nope! Not for them. Not for those on the radical right. Beliefs, not facts, reign supreme in their world.
But surely they must know that these stories are allegories, intended to help people make sense of the world.
No way! Forget it! These stories are the literal word of god.
But how, one might wonder, can any self-respecting, moderately-intelligent, so-called class-1 life-form simply choose to bury their heads and blind themselves to testable facts all around them?
Who the hell knows? But they can, and do. Reason hath no dominion over the convictions of a close-bolted mind or rectally-retained noggin.
And so, as the decades fell like dominoes, one behind the other, right-handers methodically tore down society’s secular edifice, brick by brick; and built on the ruin of temperance and reason, a new temple instead—a temple based not on what one can prove to be true, but rather on what one believes to be true—a temple based on faith. A “faith-based world,”they called it. A world blithely bereft of . . .
TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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