Neanderpundit

I’m seriously considering bailing out of it and becoming a chimney sweep.

I need thoughts on this, so let me have ’em!

Alger and Tam are sparring, nicely mind you, over the link between the Right and Christianity.

Both have valid points- in fact, I tend to agree with Tam about a good deal of this, because of the way “Christians” have sort of taken over portions of the party.

That being said, I have to define “Christianity”

Christianity is an exquisitely tiny theology, with few enough members that they may even be countable on the fingers of a hand. I certainly am not a real Christian, though I do sometimes try to be. Other times, not so much.

See, most. And I mean MOST people who subscribe to Christianity, or profess to, are actually subscribing to some breed of pseudochristianity peomoted by the Greeks, or the Catholics, or the Lutherans, or- god forbid-the Calvinists.

The problem with all these religions is that they adhere to the “Where’s mine?” theology. The idea that Christianity is a merit badge and the individual must earn it by doing what their particular sect demands of them. And knowing that they have acheived their merit badge leads them to assume that they have the moral high ground, and they begin to act decidedly un-christian.

Look, if I were wrong, there would be only one church, and everyone would belong to it. Christianity transcends religion. And few people get there- a fact that Gandhi grasped remarkably well.

So on the one hand, Tam is absolutely correct- that bible thumpers have fucked up the process in ways we cannot begin to understand. But on the same path, she’s in error, because Christians- real ones, not the breed you see every day- would never do this.

Maybe if we started with more “real” christians, we might be better off in the long run. And “real” christianity is inseperable from good government, because the principles of decency and justice that Christ taught make perfect sense in governing- but those principles are so rarely espoused by “Christians” that I doubt they even know what any of this means.

Just my .02. And it’s a tarnished pair of aluminum pennies, unfit to even weight a dead man’s eyes.

I loved hunting in Africa.

That said, I cannot even describe how I feel about hunting the American Midwest.

Oh, hell, I’ve been skunked the last couple of years, for one reason or the nother- but I’m not about the getting so much as the hunting itself.

And where I hunt. Indiana is a plains state, and the terrain and flora and fauna of the midwest are comfortable to me as a pair of old slippers, or a hudson’s bay point blanket.

Walking through the fields and forests is comforting to me as anything I know, and while I sit there, sucking in the scenery, it makes me think of the poems of Frost, who I love just as much.

My specific favorites are Mending wall, which I have discussed here before, Stopping by the woods on a snowy evening, from which the title of this post comes, The Road Not Taken, and In the Home Stretch.

I recite what I can remember, and drink in the wonder of Frost’s words as I watch the breeze blow the tall grass around.

This is hunting. The deer, when it comes, will be nice, but it is incidental.