Thursday, April 26, 2007

The Day They Kicked God out of the Schools. . . I think it was a Tuesday. . . It was rainy. . . I woke up late, so I had a quick breakfast. . .

Traffic was congested, as usual. . . When I got to work, John, my co-worker, said "Hi." I said "Hi" back. . . Not "Hi back," mind you, but rather said back to John, "Hi" . . . "Some rain we're having," he said. "Yes," I replied. "It is a hard rain that is going to fall," I said. . . But then it stopped raining, and the Sun came out, though it was still cloudy. . . In my early morning haste, I had forgotten to pack a lunch, so I went to Wendy's, to buy a Mandarin Chicken Salad with Thai Sesame dressing. It was delicious, and though the meal seemed light, I found it quite filling . . . In the afternoon, there was a meeting. My co-worker John was there, as were other co-workers, like Melissa from accounting. Perhaps it was the informal atmosphere, or perhaps it was my co-worker Danielle's liberal and, if I may say, quite racy use of Microsoft PowerPoint. . . but there was something about that meeting, something about that time and place that made it very special to be a part of. Maybe it meant something, maybe not, in the long run. But no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time in the world. Whatever it meant. There was madness in any direction, at any hour. You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. And that, I think, was the handle - that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting - on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark - that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.

Anyhoo. . . Here's a video, courtesy of the Jewish Atheist.

3 comments:

Naomi said...

http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j128/naomi_l_ka/godhatesfags.jpg

Sorry, I've just been waiting for an excuse to use this picture.

But this comment has a point. First off, I'm pretty sure Jesus was cool with fags:

http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j128/naomi_l_ka/untitled-5.jpg

But I dont beleive in his existance, because what kind of God would allow something like this to live:

http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j128/naomi_l_ka/ryba-blobfish.jpg

Anonymous said...

You are brilliant Jeremy, frighteningly brilliant..........
...i luv it!

xoxo said...

Is it bad that I like living a decadent lifestyle, listening to gangster rap and playing first-person shooter games? I don't want to hurt anyone, and I'm pretty sure I'm a better person than some churchgoers. But, interesting points nonetheless.

I would argue that the lack of parenting is responsible for children getting out of hand. Guidance, and not just God's, is severely in decline. People need to learn to be nice to each other. If they want to screw themselves up, that's ultimately their choice. Just don't fuck with other people... that's all.

Also, lovely prose. I liked the ending line about the high water mark.

And Namio, those were beautifully placed pictures. Heh.

 
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