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Marcus Bryant
10-01-2004, 10:59 PM
http://www.opinionjournal.com/taste/?id=110005700

HOUSES OF WORSHIP

The Iconoclast's Icon
A Baptist-bashing Crawford, Texas, newspaper endorses Kerry.

BY DAVE SHIFLETT
Friday, October 1, 2004 12:01 a.m. EDT

Traditionalist Christians have had a trying week. After a poll by the Gallup Organization put President Bush eight points ahead of Sen. Kerry, Moveon.Org took out an ad noting the evangelical religious credentials of a Gallup family member. Would such a thing happen to Jewish, Islamic or Episcopalian pollsters?

Then came the new issue of Entertainment Weekly, in which Joan Rivers is quoted as saying, "I hate Jesus freaks. They're ugly," adding: " 'Jesus loves me,' they say. If he loved you so much he would have given you a f---ing chin."

And on Tuesday, a Texas weekly called the Lone Star Iconoclast, which is the First Methodist's hometown rag, endorsed John Kerry for president. The endorsement brought the left-leaning paper immediate fame, including a warm write-up in the New York Times. Interestingly enough, however, the Times, which carried the anti-Gallup ad, failed to mention the Iconoclast's religious and racist heritage. Local Baptists might suspect a coverup.

As its Web site reports, the paper takes its name from a Waco publication founded in the 1890s by William Cowper Brann, "one of the most intriguing writers of his era." Brann is also highly admired by another good liberal, Texas columnist Molly Ivins, who invokes Brann from time to time, especially when flogging Baptists and other religious types.

In one column, for instance, Ms. Ivins found it "a shame we have no William Brann or H.L. Mencken around to mock some of the more patent idiocies advanced in the name of organized religion." In another she noted, somewhat mockingly, that "Fundamentalist Christian missionaries are now salivating over the prospect of going to Iraq to convert the hapless heathen. This is guaranteed to make America as popular as the clap in the region. The Southern Baptists are poised to deploy en masse, reminding us of Texas newspaperman William Brann's famous comment, 'The trouble with our Texas Baptists is that we do not hold them under water long enough.' "

Ms. Ivins typically refers to Brann as a "populist." But he was much more than that. He was as vicious a race-baiter as ever walked the Earth. In an essay titled "Beans and Blood," for instance, Brann attacked Bostonians who have had the temerity to suggest that blacks are "beings born in the image of God" and entitled to a fair trial. The Bostonians had been outraged over a spate of public burnings of black rape suspects.

Brann argued that the Yankees knew blacks only from a distance and were therefore unaware they have "no more conception of morality than a hyena." Indeed, he added, "you can no more educate honor and chastity into a c--- than into a brindle cat." The "civilization of the black man, such as it is, is due to his enslavement by a superior race."

Brann and his fellow superiors, he said, had tried due process of law on the "lecherous devils 'born in the image' of Boston's deity." They had shot them, sent them to the gallows, "flayed them alive, and all without effect. Having found the law a failure and respectable lynching futile, we have begun to kerosene 'em and set 'em on fire." Other passages simply cannot be printed in this newspaper.

Brann's ferocity places him in an elite class of especially toxic racists, and Ms. Ivins is forgiving a great deal to invoke and indeed praise him. One senses that his saving grace is a shared and abiding prejudice against traditional believers, one that is quite respectable in the circles Ms. Ivins runs in.

Brann brought an equal fervor to his Baptist-baiting. In one of his milder columns, he noted: "One cannot write philosophic essays while dallying with the Baptist faith. It were too much like mixing Websterian dignity with a cataleptoid convulsion or sitting on a red ant hill and trying to look unconcerned."

His attacks were so persistent that eventually a group of students from Baylor, the nearby Baptist school, abducted him. He survived that ordeal but his luck ran out after another Baylor partisan, Tom Davis, challenged him to a duel, which transpired on the streets of Waco. On the fateful day, both men fired, both men fell and both men died. One lives on, thanks to his latter-day fans.

Mr. Shiflett is a free-lance writer and member of the White House Writers Group.

Nbadan
10-02-2004, 02:54 AM
Speaking of God, here is a nice little piece...


You know it's true.
You know if, say, San Francisco had just been blasted by not two, not three, but fully four lethal trailer-park-eating earthquakes, why, the Right-wing Bible set would be yelping with barely disguised joy.

Of course they would. They'd be jumping up and down and saying I told you so and pointing to Volume 18 of "Left Behind" and claiming that this was, of course, God's wrath upon the sinners and the gays and the heathens and sodomites and the tofu eaters and the Toyota Priuses and the yoga studios and the anal sex and the incense burners and the Zen meditation centers.

Ha ha snicker, they'd say. Serves you right, they'd sneer. Shoulda voted Republican, they'd add. And then they'd go make lime Jell-O and watch Raymond.

But of course, right now it's about 68 crisp n' flawless pre-fall degrees here in God's Fetish Dungeon, all gorgeous and progressive and non-ravaged, whereas along the Gulf Coast they just finished battening down the hatches and sandbagging the one millionth salmon-colored strip mall and anchoring Jeb Bush's ego in a vat of swamp water and evacuating nearly one million stunned and exhausted citizens for the fourth time, as hurricane Jeanne hammered down and shredded the state. Ironic, if it weren't so sad.

Which sort of makes you think, if I were a God-fearing right-wing BushCo fundamentalist and not, say, a neo-pagan Zen atheist Buddhist Taoist Zoroastrian Orgasmican who uses "Passion of the Christ" DVDs as Astroglide coasters, I might offer up the notion that maybe, just maybe Bush's neoconservative God is more than a mite peeved with the Neon Stucco Retirement State. You think?

Maybe He's more than a little perturbed at the current situation, and maybe I'd suggest that some sort of karmic retribution was at hand, some sort of divinely important message was trying to come through loud and clear, and the message was that we'd better not have a repeat of 2000's bogus election, or else.

Is this possible? Shouldn't the fundamentalist evangelicals be all over this angry God-spittin' storm thing like the FCC on Janet Jackson?

Because as God surely knows, BushCo's swiping of the White House quickly led to an unprecedented and incredibly violent mauling of the planet, the rolling back of 30 years of environmental protections and the rejection of global warming as a major life-threatening issue, as the Almighty could only sit there, stunned and appalled as the rest of us, as BushCo turned America into this heartless warmongering wildly disrespected global thug who seems to care about as much for Mother Nature as Dick Cheney cares for butterfly sanctuaries.

Funny, then, how there's been nary a peep about Florida's storm-tossed woes from Bush's born-again Bible set. Nary a mention of how these deadly, brutal storms might be some sort of sign, a cosmic signal that All is Not Well. All we get is poor, homoerotically desperate Jimmy Swaggart saying he'd kill any gay man who looked at him romantically. Which is just so cute, in a violently sickening sort of way. I mean, dream on, Jimmy.

Clearly, it would appear that you can only claim God's wrath is at hand when the people being wrathed upon do not, naturally, vote Republican. After all, as any fundamentalist Republican will tell you, God only smites those places that really deserve it (sorry, Haiti), and of course in America to deserve it means you have to have lots of environmental activism and vegetarian restaurants and recycling programs and gay pride street fairs and you have to regularly do things with silicon sex toys that would make Lynne Cheney scream and cry and then shudder with secret delight.

(Ironically, to most of us, these are the very things that make S.F. blessed and divine and make us God's favoritest vibrating bath toy in the first place. But that's another column.)

So then, the vicious hurricanes can't possibly be God's wrath, because Florida is Jeb Bush Country and everyone knows all Bushes are blessed WASP Mafioso with first-class seats on the glory train to salvation, and therefore the storms can only be explained by that other barely tolerable thing the Bible set really hates trying to comprehend: science.

OK then. So, if I were a scientist, maybe I'd be pointing out how four horrific hurricanes in a row, when combined with the various environmental atrocities slapping the planet at an unprecedented rate along with the melting of the polar ice shelves, might just be some sort of prime indicator, some sort of potent and irrefutable sign that maybe, just maybe, global climate change should be a major concern of any government administration, and not, as BushCo views it, as an obnoxious afterthought to be ignored and openly blocked and concerned about only if it somehow threatens your Lockheed Martin profits.


But wait. That can't be right. It can't be science because the storms can't be in any way related to climate change or global warming, because as Bush policy has shown, nature is a merely a huge, exploitable sandbox for the rich and global warming is a big fat liberal myth and the Kyoto Treaty is a pathetic joke despite all those reams of international, world-class scientific evidence to the contrary. So, you know, screw science.

So let's see: Not God's wrath. Not Mother Nature's fury or scientific global-warming memento. Not karmic retribution. Not the planet recoiling in pain. So then, where does that leave us?

Maybe there is no real explanation. Maybe the storms, like quantum physics or Tom DeLay's nasty hairpiece or Muenster cheese, they just are.

Or maybe they're just a precursor, a warm-up, God practicing His scales and tuning His big viola for the upcoming Cataclysm Symphony Opus No. 1, coming all too soon to a tortured landscape near you. Could be, could be.

Or maybe it will only all make sense to the fundamentalist Right when California finally gets smacked by the long-predicted Big One, the major Earth-shattering west-coast quake that will swallow our big liberal state whole and prove the existence of an angry white NASCAR-loving God and set the wacky apocalypse in motion and Jimmy Swaggart will finally get laid and everyone will get a free Hummer just for playing.

Or maybe it's none of those things. Maybe we just need to understand those horrific hurricanes for what they really are: an honest mistake. It's simple, really: God must have the map upside down.

Silly, silly God.

San Francisco Gate (http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/gate/archive/2004/10/01/notes100104.DTL)