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June 16, 2005

Compost

A couple of weeks ago, we (along with everyone else in Moscow, as near as I can tell) received a book in the mail called National Sunday Law. According to the blurb on the back cover, "A stupendous crisis awaits us. The book you have in hand takes you behind the scenes and explores the shocking 'Who', 'How', and 'When'." It has chapters with titles like, "The Beast Identified," "Dynamite," "The MARK of the Beast," and "The Global Conflict."

From what I can decipher and tease out of the drivel inside, it's about a gigantic conspiracy by the Government to control things by changing the sabbath from Saturday to Sunday, which will then lead to Armageddon. I'm used to conspiracy theorists and religious wackos, living as I do in northern Idaho, but this one caught me off guard. I mean, with all of the information we have at our fingertips to disprove this sort of theory, someone wrote an entire book on how our right to worship on the day of our choice is about to be taken away from us. (Besides which, I suspect a large chunk of the target audience is already worshipping on Sunday, so I'm not sure how the argument affects them.)

Actually, I'm pretty sure that Congress is too busy cutting education and Public Broadcasting funding and infringing on basic individual rights while making choices to poison the earth, water, and air around us for the sake of extra cash to try to enforce religion. Besides, they're sneakier than that. If you're going to have a conspiracy theory, at least make it believable.

I'm not even all that sure what the author was trying to say. It was pretty standard freak rant in a poorly-designed book, including hard to decipher tables and lines like, "Can you imagine Christians killing other Christians?! A horrible thought." Um. The fact that you're only concerned about the killing of, "other Christians," rather than all the other people being killed in this world worries me a great deal more than the massacres alleged in the book.

I only write about this today because I rediscovered the book on the kitchen counter this morning. (Dave had asked me to save it for him so he could see it too.) So I did what I had intended to do with the book all along. I tore off the covers and the spine and composted the pages. Isn't that really the best use of bullshit?

Posted by sally at June 16, 2005 08:29 PM

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