I read this astounding article this AM – http://spectator.org/articles/56504/pope-francis-poster-boy-gay-marriage
What is particularly humorous to me is this bit: When he was a cardinal, [Francis] he blasted same-sex marriage as a literal diabolical effort by “the Father of Lies” (i.e., Satan) to “destroy God’s plan… and deceive the children of God.” He insisted that gay marriage discriminates against children “in advance,” depriving them of “their human development given by a father and a mother and willed by God.
Oh, I don’t really care what the Pope or any Catholic says — I’m not Catholic, and my family hasn’t been for nearly 600 years. We were Protestants before Martin Luther was born. Oh, sure a few delved into it as a convenience under the Austrian Empire which ruled Bohemia and Moravia for 300 years — but hey, one does what one needs to when a mad king is involved, as emperors are. My mother did get her nursing degree at a Catholic hospital, in which I was born. Surely the nuns at the place would have noticed whether I was the spawn of Satan or from my mom’s womb, yes? Apparently not. My birth certificate certainly says my father and mother were indeed just that. Satan is not mentioned; perhaps that’s an oversight by the NYC health department. How my mother had 3 God’s gifts, and one Satan spawn is also not really clear – except to the Spectator apparently.
Now, it’s a magazine preaching Constitution this and that and Declaration of Independence hither and yon; I’ve been reading it since 1980 or so. Yet, when it comes to gay guys it retreats to 14th Century Europe – denying to gay Americans any semblance of rationality or coverage by our founding documents.
But let’s look at the Spectator and the Pope’s logic:
Since gay guys aren’t going to be making babies — how exactly could we discriminating in advance against anyone at all is rather hard to say. It’s illogical. God clearly planned for gay guys — here we are. To claim I’m not from God so denies my 1st Amendment right to believe my Creator did create me. The Spectator doesn’t get to decide that. Nor does the Catholic church – a foreign nation trying to impinge it’s antiquated nonsense into modern America. Still, to say gay guys are from Satan is some superstitious mumbo-jumbo of a Medieval sort. But whether gay guys get married or not, we’re still not having children. We’re certainly not denying anything to their development – for they don’t exist.
And clearly the Church has no problem with heteros having no babies — why, the very fact that priests don’t have babies is surely proof of that. Even married Catholics who don’t have babies are not being declared the spawn of Satan for not having kids and denying the nonexistent kids their human development. No, it’s only gay guys not having kids that’s the problem. Indeed, the Church has declared repeatedly that we are to be celibate, like priests, that God has called us to this mission of not having babies. I dare ask – how can God call us to not have kids, while the Church berates us for not having kids?
And to say I’m deceiving anyone is surely farcical – why, I’ve put my light upon the basket and said I’m gay. I’m not shy about it at all. Who then am I deceiving? Am I deceiving the God who obvious made me gay for the “you are called to be celibate” bit? Beats me, it really does.
Anyway, so absurd do I find this arrant mush, I posted a comment there:
Oh, I’m sorry, my family abandoned the Catholic Church 600 years ago when the Church burned Jan Hus at the stake — after lying to him about safe passage to state his case that the Church was too busy making money and not serving the poor, as Jesus called for. What the Pope or Church say or believe is sort of irrelevant to me, though God bless you for however you believe — I shall remain non-Catholic.
Meanwhile, in nearly 35 years of reading American Spectator I have noticed constant calls to follow the words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence for all Americans — and I recall quite a love affair with the 1st Amendment, so admirably utilized by your magazine itself by constantly publish for so many years. And yet, still to this day — when it comes to gay guys — you retreat to some Medieval European Potentate’s superstition that I am the Spawn of Satan?
My parents would be quite amazed to learn that they had 3 God’s gifts and one Spawn of Satan to say least. That in saying so you accuse my mom of adultery with Satan is horrific — how dare you? Moreover, my birth certificate clearly states that my father is indeed my father; I even look like the man, Satan is clearly not mentioned whatsoever in the document. You know, my mother trained as a nurse at the Catholic hospital where I was born — wouldn’t the nuns who assisted in my birth, they having known my mother while she trained and worked there until just two months before the blessed event, some even having been present at the wedding of my parents but 3 years before I was born — have noticed that I was not my father’s child, and that I was the Spawn of Satan? Surely my horns or tail couldn’t have been that well hid, yes? Or did they come out later?
Why don’t you look at it thus, as Jefferson so eloquently wrote: All mankind are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights ….” Well, my Creator, my God, did create me — even if the Pope’s and yours did not. And I can’t find one blessed instance in any founding document of this nation that says “Except gay guys.” Perhaps you should look at some of the science of where gay guys come from, and lay off the archaic “Spawn of Satan” bit. Much of the Church’s teachings on matters scientific have been proven wrong. Gayness is just another one.
To finish — if you and the Church spent just 1/4 of the time attending to heteros and your kids and abortion and God knows what ails the heterosexuals of this nation as you obsess over we gay taxpaying, peaceful, job holding, home owning, business owning citizens, you might well solve some problems. Yeesh, get a grip, fellas’
It’s awaiting moderation on their site. I don’t care if it’s published. I’m not trying to reach the congregation, I’m going right to the priestly editors of the thing.