Well, I said on Friday that someone undoubtedly would blame the recent earthquake and hurricane on God. I predicted that it would be Rick Santorum, but I was wrong—it was Michele Bachmann. Given her track record, I’m not surprised. To be fair, though, she says that she was only joking. I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt and leave it at that.
On the other hand, I also said that if I Googled such a thing, I was sure that I would come up with something. I didn’t bother to on Friday—and I didn’t have to look too hard for the Bachmann story today—but I did end up Googling it.
This is what I found: http://themadjewess.com/2011/08/25/hurricane-irene-gods-wrath/.
Here is a fellow blogger who actually takes these things seriously—and apparently, so do at least some of her readers. (I say “some” because according to the site, she reports any comments that she doesn’t like as SPAM.)
You know, I thought that we’d be further along than this by now. It’s unnerving to think that there are a whole bunch of people still out there who believe in the year 2011 that adverse weather conditions are caused by angry invisible giants in the sky. Oh boy.
Another website poses the question, “Who can know if Irene is a demonstration of God’s judgment?”
That’s an easy one to answer: no one, since God is notoriously vague and difficult to get ahold of; he is a mysterious guy who would rather baffle us poor humans with riddles rather than come right out and say what’s on his mind. These people honestly believe that there is some invisible man in the sky who makes the ground shake and the wind blow when he’s displeased.
But so what? You can’t win arguments when you’re dealing with fanatical crazies like Donna Spellbound, who on the evidence strikes me as a very ignorant, angry dingbat. I didn’t spend much time perusing her site—who has the time when one is faced with headlines such as “Guess What I Found … Being A ‘RACIST’ Is Not Illegal. Whoda Thunk?”?—so maybe I’m being unfair. She and her readers make a point of mentioning that the Bible predicts such natural events as signs that the End Times are near, which is like saying that Jesus will come back when the sun is shining. Natural disasters have been occurring on this planet since it was formed; Hurricane Irene has no more to do with the end of the world than some unnamed storm that occurred five-hundred years ago … or a thousand … or a million.
As it happens, the recent earthquake was described as “unnerving” and “startling” while Hurricane Irene turned out to be far less damaging than originally predicted—which means, I suppose, that God was only annoyed rather than furious.
Whatever. The whole debate makes my head hurt. I should just learn to tune out these ignoramuses and get on with my own life, which I do not allow to be controlled by or mired in superstitious nonsense.
Another busy weekend has come and gone, with very little work getting done on the new book, Slaughter at the Seal Rock Inn, which is the third Emmanuel Smith Mystery. That’s okay, though. Saturday was spent celebrating my son’s third birthday and yesterday we trekked around the Minnesota State Fair for about twelve hours. I grew up just a block or two from the main gate—and went almost every day—but in recent years I haven’t attended nearly as frequently due to the usual lack of funds and time. Still, we had a good time and ate plenty of things that came on sticks.
In other news, Michele Bachmann has expressed an interest in drilling for oil in the Everglades—as long as it can be done safely; in fact, she wants to look for energy wherever we can find it, except in such obvious places as solar, wind, wave, and geothermal technologies.
Bachmann wants to do away with the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA); in reference to the Everglades, she said this: “No one wants to hurt or contaminate the earth…. We don’t want to harm our water, our ecosystems or the air. That is a minimum bar.”
Actually, there are plenty of unscrupulous people who would gaily light the oceans on fire if they thought it would make them more money, which is exactly why the EPA was formed to begin with. If you rely solely on people’s consciences to regulate industry—whether it be food, drugs, energy, or whatever—you will find that more people are interested in making a fast buck than they are in the welfare of their fellow man or even in the welfare of the very planet that they themselves inhabit.
Meanwhile, President Obama has suffered another embarrassing setback, this time in the form of a drunken uncle who may actually be an illegal alien. Onyango Obama was arrested for operating under the influence of alcohol, negligent operation of a motor vehicle and failure to yield the right of way in Framingham, Massachusetts last week. When asked about his one phone call, Onyango said that he wanted to call the White House. This is not the kind of situation that a president wants to deal with going into an election year … and when it comes to grappling with inebriated relatives who are into name dropping, perhaps Obama should turn to former-President Jimmy Carter for advice.
Finally, yet another lawmaker has been publicly humiliated and forced to resign simply because a few nude photos popped up on the Internet. This time it was Senator Roberto Arango (R-Puerto Rico) who shocked his constituents and the rest of the American people when it became apparent that he does in fact have a penis and occasionally likes to use it. Jesus God.
Here’s your wisdom: