Rome

Revolutionary moments do not spring forth from thin air, they are born out of generations of discontent, and though they have spokesman anointed by history as their leaders, they could not have succeeded without popular support as well.  Seismic cultural shifts require massive support from the ground level and from the powerful, whose vested interest in maintaining the status quo has changed, so while Martin Luther nailing his treatise to a church door is traditionally marked as the end of the medieval era, he would have been just another heretic for the flames had Europe not been ready to hear what he had to say.

Since the fall of the Western half of the Roman empire, the Church had been the nerve center of Western Europe.  Upon the collapse of the state of Rome, all of Italy, Germany, France, Portugal, and England had collapsed as functioning states and were reduced to warring kingdoms and tribes.  There was no national identity, every baron fought for himself or whatever king his allegiance was owed to.  Empires were non-existent and peace and stability so transitory as to not exist.  The only thing all these places and barons had in common was allegiance to the Church.  They were all Catholic, all believed in the doctrines and tenets of the Catholic Church, and were all theoretically subject to the Pope.

The Church exercised and wielded its power to capitalize where it could.  It also saved ancient manuscripts, was the only institution where people were taught to read, operated hospitals, orphanages, and charities.  The Pope was a spiritual leader, but he was also a secular ruler who dealt with kings.  His interest (ostensibly) was the salvation of mankind, but as the office’s power grew so to did the temptation to abuse it, and by the 1500′s The Catholic Church had ground its reputation into the dirt with a string of Popes whose behavior would have gotten them kicked out of Motley Crue.  The Papacy had degenerated into a political post with obscene powers, obscene privileges,  and could and was purchased by the highest bidder.

One Pope, Cesare Borgia had a well documented celebration inside the Vatican:

On the evening of the last day of October, 1501, Cesare Borgia arranged a banquet in his chambers in the Vatican with “fifty honest prostitutes”, called courtesans, who danced after dinner with the attendants and others who were present, at first in their garments, then naked. After dinner the candelabra with the burning candles were taken from the tables and placed on the floor, and chestnuts were strewn around, which the naked courtesans picked up, creeping on hands and knees between the chandeliers, while the Pope, Cesare, and his sister Lucretia looked on. Finally, prizes were announced for those who could perform the act most often with the courtesans, such as tunics of silk, shoes, barrets, and other things.

After this little game the Pope, vicar of Christ, anointed by God himself, and the supreme moral leader of all of Christendom held a contest among the bishops and priests as to who could bust the biggest nut.

Let that little scene sink in, and then try to imagine the Papacy retaining its authority as the voice of God and Jesus Christ on Earth, adjudicating marriages and weighing in on Earthly affairs.  The average peasant in Europe may have been uneducated and filthy, but he was not blind.  It was common knowledge that many priests were con artists, who would abuse their privileges by hearing confessions and offering absolution in exchange for money or sexual favors.   In cities it was well known that many nunneries were high class whore houses, and that cruel barons who robbed the peasants of their crops had the blessings of the clergy.  When class rage reached a boiling point, churches were always ransacked, priests always lynched.  As word of lavish ejaculation parties reached the lower rungs of society, questions had to be raised as to why exactly they subordinated themselves to this organization.

Paying for these lavish orgies was not cheap,  money had to be raised to pay the Pope’s prostitutes, and this was done by selling indulgences.  Sin was a big fucking deal back then, and 99% of Europe knew-not believed knew – that in the afterlife the Church and Jesus would decide whether or not they went to heaven or hell.  The Church had absolute control over this, and if the Church sold you a ticket forgiving you for a sin it was as if God himself had pardoned you for whatever you had done.

This little venture was so overwhelmingly successful that the Church subcontracted out, selling absolution tickets to vendors who then travelled across Europe selling forgiveness to whoever needed it.  These indulgences made the church fabulously wealthy, but the problem with running a faith based venture was that some people were going to take the faith seriously.  Too the many priests who took the teachings of Christ at face value these indulgences were a disgrace, and becoming exceedingly difficult to justify to their parish and to their consciences.  It was as true back then as it is now, in organizations where power is the reward for unscrupulous behavior the scrupulous never advance.  The medieval era was a dark and unpleasant time, and the Church for its many flaws provided education, health care, and spiritual nourishment to the vast majority of the people.  As the hierarchy of the Church began to behave more and more like the deviant pagan emperors of old Rome, the faith and respect of the people who kept the institution afloat began to disintegrate.

This was a big deal because back then, if you were a humanist, scientist, or learned man, you took the teachings of Jesus more seriously than any Red State Republican.  The Church had a virtual monopoly on education, but that was beginning to change as Universities began to spring up across the continent.  The Bible was in Latin or Greek, and was as incomprehensible to the average layman as an untranslated Koran is to anyone reading this blog post.  It was prohibited (by death) to translate the Bible into native languages so only the clergy and educated could read what was in the gospels.  As Universities began to teach children of the elite, more and more began to read the texts of the Good Book and realize how completely at odds it was with the institution that represented it.

The Church’s behavior also went noticed by many heads of state, particularly in Germany.  The Catholic Church owned about 20% of the land in any given country at the time, and made its money primarily off these holdings which were not taxable.  The Church had also become quite bossy.  Instead of tending to spiritual doctrine or acting as diplomats between warring Christian states, the Pope in Rome had begun actively supporting or antagonizing countries based on what was best for Papal financial interest. This naked politicking and vested interest in Earthly affairs made secular statesman begin to see these lands as something less than sacred property and something that, should the Church lose prestige, could be claimed.

All this is important, because if Martin Luther had posted his denunciation of the Church 200 years earlier, he would have happily been fed to the flames without becoming so much as a historical footnote, but instead he changed the world.  The German peasants, intellectuals, and political players were fed up with the Church and supported Luther, so Church pressure to silence the monk went unheeded.  Emboldened, Luther spoke out more and more against the church and the Pope himself,  openly writing and posting and publishing his denunciations in German instead of Latin, which were translated and transmitted across the continent.  To the amazement of all, the once supremely powerful church found themselves powerless to stop a renegade priest as German secular authorities decided to protect, rather than persecute the man.

Rome eventually pressured the new leader of the German empire (confusingly named The Holy Roman Empire) to put pressure on Martin Luther but it was too late.  Across Europe sects of Catholics began to break away and start their own churches.  The questioning of the Church and the Church’s inability to stop it cracked the foundation of the unassailable institution and a revolution was underway. The Bible began to be translated into the native tongues-this cost several dozen men their lives-and students began questioning the churches denunciation of the works of Plato, Cicero, Aristotle and Virgil.  The classics were revived and interest in Pre- Catholic Rome spread to universities across the continent.  New ideas about humanity were burning down ancient foundations of established order and this led to revolutions and counter revolutions across the continent, as a once invincible institution was powerless to stop silence a single individual.

Luther hobbled the Church and ten years later the death blow came.   A military conflict between The Holy Roman Empire and France, Milan, Venice, and The Papacy came to a head as German troops won a battle in Italy and marched on Rome.   T.H.R.E defeated French armies in northern Italy, but the forces were mercenary and the Germans could not afford to pay them.  Sacking was the only way to get their gold and so the men mutinied and demanded their general, Charles III Duke Of Bourbon lead them to Rome.

Charles was Catholic and did not want to fight the Pope.  He received a payment of 60,000 ducats from the Eternal City to be distributed among his troops to leave the Papacy alone but it was not enough to appease his men.  The mercenaries believed they had been betrayed and marched to the gates of Rome.  Charles- a calming force – hoped merely to get more money to go away but was killed by an arrow upon reaching the city, and the ransack began.

The mercenaries entered the city and went from house to house looking for plunder and gold.  Any house that did not have anything valuable, they burned.  Anyone who happened to be in their way, they killed.  Unless they were women, priests, or altar boys, they were raped before being murdered.  The Catholic hierarchy retreated to Castel Angelo where they were safe, but the rest of the population suffered.

Nuns were forced into bordellos, women and children raped in the street, civilians were massacred indiscriminately.  Over 2000 bodies were counted floating in the Tiber,  10,000 others choked the streets where they were torn to pieces by starving rats and dogs.

The army ripped through the city, ransoming homes and captured wealthy citizens, raising over four million ducats from ransoms alone.  Those who they kidnapped and couldn’t pay were tortured to death for the mercenaries amusement.  Rome was stripped of priceless treasures, jewels, artwork.  Cathedrals were broken into and heirlooms and relics plundered.

The Vatican itself was turned into a stable for the men’s donkeys and horses.  Drunken soldiers found sacred clothing and wore it, shitfaced, through the city.  The killing and slaughter and desecration continued for eight months until the plague began to appear from all the corpses and the food ran out. Finally bored of fucking shit up the mercenary army left the city.  The population of Rome before the sack was 55,000.  After the army left 10,000 people remained.

Like the sack of Rome over a thousand years earlier, some vestiges of power remained, but the shift in power was permanent.  A few years later England left the Catholic Church altogether with King Henry VIII ignoring his excommunication.  A weakening of the Church strengthened a rising nationalist movement across the continent as empires and kingdoms began to see themselves as separate countries and cultures, not subject to the Papacy.  Ancient writings on ethics, law, science, history and philosophy began circulating without fear and slowly but inexorably the Renaissance came to an end and the Age of Enlightenment began.

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Deep Time

‘Deep Time’ is a term used by biologists, geologists, and astronomers to describe the area of those fields when the mind begins to first reel, then shut down the amount of time that is being measured.  I like reading about these topics and it is fun to think about just how long life has existed and how little time we get to appreciate it.

Since its Deep Time we’ll run with a pool metaphor.  As I type this it is 2013 and I’m stepping into the shallow end of a baby pool that is lukewarm with pee. I am on a desktop computer that is already outdated in an air conditioned home drinking wine that was imported from a country halfway round the world checking my Twitter to talk to friends continents away on a phone that is probably 10000 times more advanced than the systems that landed a man on the moon 50 years ago.  The entire planet is known, all the knowledge in the world is being placed and shared on the internet and humanity is connecting and interacting in ways that are completely unprecedented and will revolutionize the world in ways none of us can foresee.  I run several miles a day in custom made shoes and I have access to a health care system that is capable of cutting my body open to remove/replace anything that is dangerous and sewing me back up to continue my life.  Barring any unfortunate incident or illness I can reasonably expect to live another 50-60 years in relative comfort.

A hundred years ago-some people still live who saw this- the water comes up to my knees and African Americans were lynched in this country as a matter of routine, there were no highways, airplanes, satellites, television, radios, football games.  Most of this country did not have running water, and education stopped roundabouts the eighth grade.  We had just ended a war with Spain, horses were still the predominant form of transportation and Mark Twain could still be interviewed.   Life expectancy was about 46 years.

Two hundred years ago this country stood on the brink of war with England over reasons no one was even sure of.  Well, a portion of this country was on the brink of war  because the majority was not occupied except by the native inhabitants whose 10,000 year history on this continent was about to come to an end.   Titans of history we read about today: Jefferson, Adams, Madison, Napoleon,  were still alive.  America was not industrialized, and slaves made up a third of the population in the southern states, and doctors did not know that touching feces then touching an open wound was dangerous.

Four hundred years ago this country was not a country, but a set of colonies, and colonies in the roughest sense of the word.  Camp sites for private companies looking to exploit and explore a land whose size and interior was not known at all.

Eight hundred years ago Genghis Khan emerged from Mongolia and reshaped the entire world.  The fourth crusade turned ransacked Constantinople, Arab and Chinese civilization eclipsed the European world which still languished in the dark ages.

Sixteen hundred years ago the Roman Empire still stood and-though faltering- ruled the entire civilized world.  Christianity was spreading through Europe, the papacy had been established.

Two Thousand years ago Christ walked the earth, the Roman Republic had just become the Roman empire, Caesar Augustus reshaped the entire world.

Four thousand years ago the pyramids in Egypt were being built.

This is obviously very brief and is a vague outline of familiar history being utilized to meet the requirements of my terrible metaphor, but it is probably about the time period when we leave the shallow end of the pool and begin to edge towards areas of the past whose distance begins to make us uncomfortable.  For example, the Pyramids in Egypt sometimes do not seem to us to be a product of anything much older than the Romans, but in fact Jesus lived closer in time to us than he did to the creators of those tombs.

From the Pyramids to us is about four thousand years.  Four thousand years of hauling rocks with logs to 3-D laser printing and HD porno on my phone.  Four thousand years before the pyramids was when we were struggling to domestic potatoes.  People were just settling in England, the Americas were still being explored by the actual native settlers, and even the smartest was illiterate because there was no writing.

16,000 years ago we were painting walls in caves and living in huts.  We had some tools, some animals, some plants.  We were tribal, there were no cities, there was no knowledge in any sense we would recognize.  All humanity lived one day to the next with no concept of the past and no real idea of a future.  Still we go further back.

Go back another 16000 years…and you’d find us in the same place.  We were spreading across the globe but we still had nothing to show for it we were still living in the same tribal societies doing whatever it is tribal societies do.  Double it back again…and we we’re still grinding in tribal societies, making stick spears, fighting boars saber tooth tigers and shit.  That’s 64,000 years.  Sixty four mother fucking thousand years of day in and day out caveman shit.  Double that 64,000 years and you are at the dawn of humanity, when Homo Sapiens began to appear for the first time.

To emphasize, our species has existed for 200,000 years and for 190,000 of them we have nothing really to show for it.  This is where we find ourselves in the deep end of the pool.  You can conceptualize the bottom but you can’t touch it very easily.

We have to leave the swimming pool now and head over to the ocean.

Man is an ape so if you travel back long enough (3-5 million years) and you will find our ancestors merging with the ancestors of chimpanzees.   Go back further, and we will join gorillas and orangutans and gibbons, and go back about 30 million years ago and we all become monkeys.

30 million years of a world with no humans and only apes foraging in the woods and plains is a long ass time but still it is nothing… go back another 30,000,000 years and you’re partying with the dinosaurs who ran shit on Earth for about 135,000,000 years.   From our vantage point in time to the ancient pyramids is about 4000 years and that span of time is .00002% of the time that the only thing worth a damn on this planet were awesome lizards.

Dinosaurs first appeared 200,000,000 years ago.  Drop back another 200,000,000 years and you are in the company of the longest surviving animal species in history:  trilobites.   Trilobites existed for 200,000,000 years.  For 200 million years this: 

was the dominant species on the planet and these little fuckers just crawled around the ocean straight chillin for a duration of time that is longer than the time between from me writing this shitty blog entry and the appearance of the first dinosaur.  200,000,000 rotations around the sun where the most exciting thing going on was trilobite sex and this to me is where time almost becomes irrelevant and the deep time begins to make sense, because you are in a boat over the San Marina trench and told to see the bottom you have to swim and you just laugh at your own insignificance.

Your own lifespan which seems sometimes to stretch out forever on bad days is not even the blink of an eye, it really is only the briefest of moments.  If you are someone legendary, like a Jesus or Caesar or Elton John your name will live on for however long man exists and writes down his history…but what about after that?  Can you imagine this species lasting 100,000,000 years?  In 100 years everyone reading this blog will be dead and forgotten, in 1000 years only the most famous Americans to ever have lived will be remembered.  In 100,000 years will we even live here anymore?

Deep Time extended into the future can be equally disconcerting.  One hundred years ago we didn’t have indoor plumbing.  Now I just used my phone to download a song I heard streaming on the internet radio station on my touch screen tablet.  Imagine where we will be in 100,000 years if we make it?

We probably won’t though.  Those animals that ruled the world I mentioned, they are all extinct from massive, catastrophic geological events.  Day to day the odds of a supervolcano erupting, or a meteor the size of Bangkok crashing into the Earth are almost non existent, but remove time as a factor and the odds ratchet up to 100%.  At one point in our future an asteroid will strike us again, a volcano the size of Montana will blow its top eradicating all life within 10000 miles. The ecological impact will be damning and short of colonizing space there is nothing that can be done to stop this.

Even if we do luck out and figure out a way to dodge meteors and diffuse volcanoes, eventually the sun will explode and swallow up the planet then burn itself out.  If there is a future for humanity it is back to our roots…tribal societies migrating from planet to planet and even then, even if we somehow someway escape the confines of this solar system and eventually of this galaxy, the universe itself will either collapse into itself or slowly fizzle out.

We’re not even in the water anymore I am just being corny because this can all be terribly depressing to think about in some ways but liberating in others.  If we are destined as an individuals and as a species to die it’s up to us to become more enlightened about how we live.  Why worry about spending your entire life acquiring wealth when wealth is transitory and the best memories can be made with a single friend and a bottle of gin.  Why care about the life choices of others that don’t affect you when we all have our own problems to solve with ice cream?  Why waste an ounce of energy on hate and anger when there is so much laughter to be shared and love to be made.

Ladies and Gentlemen if we are all sailing on the Titanic lets at least sing along with the band and enjoy the trip while we can.  Next time your problems seem overwhelming remember the noble trilobite and no that one day they will not trouble you.

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The Bible, Part XIV

So it’s been such a long while since we last left our favorite deity and his wondering tribe of sand people that I have to break cynical narrator voice and be serious for a moment to advise the reader that I almost quit this project because

a)my personal life collapsed

b)this part of the book is really boring

c)the posts themselves have become too mocking

A… we are not getting into.  B…I do like reading this book- it is a challenge, and it is really interesting at times- but MAN it can be boring.  This section  must be when the average person quits the Bible because Yahweh is getting tedious as fuck, and also increasingly bizarre in his manners and dictation which -for Yahweh- is saying a lot.   The summaries are becoming more and more difficult to write, because there are a lot of parts in this book that are jarringly inconsistent.  I am not being cynical or mocking logical or scientific discrepancies, I am referring to the prose and narrative structure.  Half of one chapter in this book will be the LORD listing tribes camping positions, then suddenly without warning or preamble the LORD will break out with some rule about adultery. then return to advising his high command how he wants tents decorated.  How do you summarize that into a cohesive albeit mediocre blog posting, especially if you don’t know exactly where the story is going?  I dunno how, so hopefully you guys can stick through it and I’ll keep trudging along, but please if they start to suck, cut me some slack.  Unskilled with the written word though I am, not all of this is my fault.

And finally C: I don’t want to make fun of this book constantly anymore.  I mean I do…butI kinda like it.  I don’t believe it,  but I don’t want to be as disrespectful anymore.  Whatever you think of the contents veracity, the book has survived over 4,000 years and is the genesis of almost all the literature in Western Civilization, and as such…gulp…it deserves some respect.   So…I am going to try to scale back my sarcasm.

A little.

Ok, So we pick back up with the Book Of Numbers Chapters 1-6:

A census is taken of the Israelites.  Yahweh and Moses review the names of everyone who is the heads of the major tribes and large families.  They are then tallied.  The entire nation of Israel is listed at 603, 550, but one group is left out. The Levites.

The Levites are to be the bodyguards of Aaron, and they are to guard the tabernacle and the priesthood, and therefore are not polled.   Remember Exodus?  When God killed the firstborn of all Egyptians?  God hasn’t forgotten that glorious night either, and he declares that the Levites will be the Jewish substitutes, but instead of killing them they are rewarded by becoming warrior slaves.  God then lists the Levite families in exhausting detail, and then explains their duties all the way down to which tent entrance each family should guard, who protects frames and accessories, and who should watch over the lamp stands and altars.  God states numerous times that the Levites are his property, and that they must kill anyone who interferes with holy affairs or attempts to undermine the authority of Aaron.  Later on God will mention another clan with similar obligations; The Kohathites, whose duties include painting goats, covering lampshades, spreading ashes.  They are responsible for the decor of the sacred tents, and only the decor. IF they touch anything sacred…they are to be killed.  (Numbers 3:15)  If they LOOK at anything sacred, they are to be killed (Numbers 3:16).

The LORD also dictates how the camps of the Israelites should be laid out.  He is very precise, dictating where each tribe should be at night, and which direction their tents should face.  He is very particular about this, each family has a designated spot, and their tent flaps are to face a certain direction.  Perhaps this is for hygiene, because in the midst of city planning God announces that anyone who has leprosy is to be expelled from the Israelites “that they may not defile their camp, in the midst of which I dwell” (numbers 5:3)  God then decrees that if anyone sins, they can confess their sin and make restitution.  The Lord then gives the recipe for an official curse, which is to be used on adulteress wives. God then resumes giving directions on how to camp.

We will end with the Nazarite blessing.  When one is dead serious about earning the LORD’s favor, one makes a sacred vow to god, and after making it no wine or vinegar shall be consumed, no razor shall touch his head, he shall not go near a dead body.  After a set period of time he will offer the Lord (unblemished) lambs to be sacrificed and some bread.  Once all this is completed you can receive the Lords blessing, something even I know:

“The Lord Bless you and Keep you;

The Lord make his face to shine upon you and be gracious to you;

The Lord lift up his countenance upon you and give you peace”

Some interesting notes:

I like the Levites being set up as some sort of religious guard to protect moses and his family.

I also really like the dynastic transition that is being set up between Moses and Aaron.  Aaron has been noticeably becoming more and more important, now he seems to be the clear second in command.

Side note: I looked up the Levites on Wikipedia.  If you scroll through the endless lineages in this book, apparently everyone is connected to everyone.  Kinda like Game Of Thrones but a LOT more boring.

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Lindsay Lohan

So it has come to this.

A post.

About Lindsay Lohan.

Look.  Everyone knows that I don’t watch the news and I brag about it to the point of smugness, but occasionally I do troll CNN at night when I am bored and in my underwear and finished with the latest X- Art video and sometimes I find something to bitch about on here, and sometimes I find something compelling that kind of makes me think differently about the world and this article about Lindsay did that for me.

Here’s the article, it’s not that recent, and it is about Lindsay’s new movie ‘The Canyons’ starring her and porn star James Deen (him of Wet Tits, Bush 3, and Don’t tell my Husband 2 fame) and chronicles what exactly goes down when Lilo is on set.

Read the article first, seriously, surriously it’s really good, and then come back.  I’ll wait here and just finish up with Don’t Tell My Husband while you read it over.

OK, back to Lindsay.

Here is a girl, a young lady used to be so achingly gorgeous that it hurt to see her.

Here she is now

:-/

That transformation isn’t funny.  Ok it kinda is, but really, it isn’t.   It is a young girl being consumed by the demons inside her.   It’s an entertainment culture where appearance matters more than reality and egos are fed at the expense of sanity destroying someone who never had much of a chance.

I don’t care about Lindsay Lohan.  She seems like a somewhat narcissistic, self depreciating,  kinda funny -kinda talented,  mostly sad woman desperate for attention and fame.  I feel bad for her.  I hope she gets better.  She probably won’t.  Whatever.  What has got my gears grinding is the attitude that most of us have about Lindsay when we see her, because it is typically hostile, which confuses me.

Why so much anger directed at a young girl who even a donkey can see is obviously living in constant pain.  The money she wastes?  The countless court cases?  I guess.  Why does that bother any of us though?  We’ve all got issues.  We’ve all done various unhealthy things to attempt to resolve those issues.  We all CONTINUE to do various unhealthy things to resolve those issues.  What we don’t all have is unlimited resources to continue to pursue those unhealthy means, and a crowd of sycophants (my new favorite word) hanging around encouraging terrible decisions.

 

Those people don’t live in the same world we do.  Gals, any of you think you could handle the spotlight of the paparazzi?  Watching E! shows dedicated entirely to examining the state of your thighs without developing a complex?  Guys, you think your marriages would last more than a month when hundreds of women will literally throw themselves at your wiener?  Or keep your ego in check when an entire industry exists to inflate it into the stratosphere?

How do you remain a good person when you are paid to be sheltered from reality?

That doesn’t mean people should be sheltered from their actions.  Just means we should recognize extenuating circumstances.  We should recognize that when say…a young girl is put into the business by a fame whore mother and a narcissistic, possibly psychopathic mentally and physically abusive father and strikes the gold mine with a hit movie at age 11…that some issues might develop at an extremely young age, and that had we been in that same situation at that age…the same thing would likely be happening to us.

Anyways.  Take that lesson about Lindsay, and apply it to anyone else, at any time.  Everyone around you has reasons for for behaving how they do, and while those reasons are not always healthy or justifiable or tolerable, they still exist, and perhaps the best reaction when encountering behavior we don’t like isn’t anger, but acceptance.  Not of the behavior, but of the person, and not that the person needs to stay in your life, but that the person is simply reacting to the circumstances he/she finds themselves in.

Accepting isn’t resignation.  You can jettison a person from your life without anger.  You can remove a negative person from your life without hate.  You can see Lindsay on the cover of US without anger.  You can see her with indifference or pity.  It feels better than anger, come to think of it pretty much everything feels better than anger -the anti orgasm- and ain’t no one got time to spend their life angry, especially since people who make you angry are generally not worth your time anyways.

Zen rant over.

 

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Crassus

We haven’t had a villain post since Beria, and while it is testament to his pscyhopathy that I was unable for so long to find someone as delightfully horrific, the fault is mostly mine for slacking with reading.  While reading (and finally finishing) Edward Gibbon I stumbled across a brief anecdote about the Roman politician named Marcus Licinius Crassus, a name which was I was familiar with from Tom Holland’s Rubicon, and so obvious a candidate that had I not been so drunk and in the bathtub, I would’ve hit myself for missing it earlier.   The man had all the requisite charm to get a shout out on this site.  He was a blood thirsty remorseless sycophant, a slave trader, a psychopathic butcher on a scale that would make Beria erect.   Ancient life as a whole was beyond brutal, life -everyone knew- could come to a sudden and horrific end at any given moment, and often it did, so in an age of inhumanity, one’s star must shine particularly bright to stand out enough to be despised by his peers.  Crassus was despised but in his defense this post could easily be about other contemporaries of Crassus, even men whose ambition did not cause them to spill rivers of blood.

Some background first.  Rome, the saying goes, was not built in a day.  It took centuries of sweat and an Everest sized mountain of corpses for a small Italian Republic to become the most influential civilization that has ever existed.  What fueled, and eventually destroyed Rome were ambitious, merciless men gradually wearing away the respect for plutocracy in the pursuit of autocracy.  Crassus lived at the very end of the Republic, and was instrumental in its destruction. The search for glory that would elevate them above their peers is what drove men like Crassus, Pompey, and Caesar to kill the enemies of Rome (and the families and children and slaves of these enemies) for self promotion without thinking twice.  They would eradicate villages, towns, and cities selling the women and children into slavery and putting the men to the sword without blinking.

Crassus stands out even to his contemporaries who were accustomed to dealing with monsters.  In the first century B.C the Roman Republic was disintegrating.  We can’t get into the reasons here, but suffice to say in a series of events way too lengthy, complex, and entertaining for one blog post,  the Republic had devolved into a power share between three men:  Crassus, Pompey Magnus, and Julius Caesar.   A good comparison for today would be something akin to all decisions in America being made exclusively by Barack Obama, George W Bush, and Donald Trump.

Crassus was Trump.  Caesar had aligned himself with the poor, championing (cynically) their cause as Rome had become a society where the gap between rich and poor was extremely marked, and there was a fuck ton of class resentment.  Pompey championed (cynically) the noble born elite, who were the only ones with the proper education and hygiene that made them qualified to lead an empire.

Crassus championed only himself, but in his defense he was not cynical about it.

Crassus wanted money and power, and he got both.  According to Plutarch in the beginning people liked Crassus.  He would loan out his cash at no interest to friends and non friends.  This was a decent thing to do, but then Crassus began to demand repayment at odd times.  Like when he knew the person had not recouped the money yet to repay the loan.  When they couldn’t pay…Crassus would take them to court and threaten to essentially take over everything they owned, unless they promised him loyalty.

Crassus didn’t have to break legs to get his money back, money was not what he was after.  Loyalty was the most important form of currency for a Roman politician.  The Republic still stood, and people still voted, but their votes were for sale, and unabashedly so. When someone lower on the social ladder had a problem, he would pay a patrician like Crassus or Caesar a visit.  They would solve the problem…but their clients would do as they were told on election day.   As Crassus’ wealth grew, so did his influence.

Crassus also built up his fortune in other, less respectable ways than loan sharking.  He also liked to kill people and take their property.  Not with his bare hands like a man, no.  At the time of Crassus entrance to politics there was a serious purge going on in Rome lead by a general named Sulla, who had returned from foreign war, taken over the city and decided to kill anyone who irritated him.  Crassus wormed his way into Sulla’s graces, then would accuse people in Rome-rich people- of being anti Sulla.  Their names would be hung up on the Senate forum and anyone who saw them was obligated to kill them.  Being placed on this list was a death sentence and Crassus took full advantage, putting up name after name of the richest in town.  Keep in mind, these were nobles, friends and associates of Crassus whose names he was placing on the list, and while I don’t like to hate on anyone’s hustle, extinguishing an entire family to get a mansion when you already have several dozen seems excessive.

He also trafficked in slaves, which wadn’t no thang back then but human trafficking still warrants mention,  though Crassus used them in devious ways.  No, not sex, though he did do that (legend has it while on the run as a youth from the notoriously fickle and blood thirsty Sulla, Crassus holed up in a cave with two slave hos; he also hooked up with a Vestal Virgin, something so profane that it would be like Barack Obama having sex with Mother Theresa if Mother Theresa were hot and alive),  he actually trained his slaves to be firefighters and engineers.  This seems absurd to us until you realize that ancient cities had no firefighting services and all their houses were made of wood and stone and all cooking had to be done with barely controlled fires.  Crassus would have these slaves scour around the city, locate a fire, notify Crassus who would show up and offer to buy the burning property for a fraction of its worth.  When the owner sold the seemingly doomed property, the slaves would run into action, extinguish the flames, rebuild it, and then Crassus would flip the property for a tidy profit after kicking out all the residents into the streets.

Crassus also enjoyed killing slaves.  Specifically revolting slaves.  Rome had a fuckton of slaves, and when one of them named Spartacus lead a slave/gladiator revolt, Crassus was put in charge of teaching them uppity fools some humility.  He did this by destroying Spartacus’s army, then rounding up the survivors-all 3,000 of them- and crucifying them along the Apian way.  This way, everyone travelling to Rome could see the cost of disobedience.   Because of Christianity and the millions of crosses people wear around their necks it is usually forgotten how horrific a death crucifixion is, but it is an excruciating death that takes several days to play out.  The soldiers who broke Christ’s legs were actually being merciful, stories-true stories- of live victims eyes being gouged out by birds, of bodies upright covered in gored and feces rotting in the sun begging to die still exist,  and then the spectacle of the act itself! Imagine travelling down highway 70 from California to Baltimore and every mile seeing a body nailed to a cross, writhing in agony, and knowing that they were there on Barack Obama’s orders.  Awesome right!

The war with Spartacus took longer than expected on account of Spartacus continuously massacring the Romans sent to kill him, but Crassus wasn’t having any of that shit.  He took charge and heard that a few of the legions were getting butchered in the last battle, and decided to run away like pussies.  So Crassus revived the punishment of decimation.  This meant that each legion drew straws at random.  One of every ten straws was the lucky straw and the prize for pulling that straw was you got beaten to death by your comrades.

Yep.  In order to make the army more fearful of its commanders than the enemy, Crassus forced the legions who had run, at sword point to beat their comrades to death.  Plutarch tells us that this wasn’t just your typical run of the mill beating,  a point had to be made, and while Plutarch won’t go into details about what happened to those unlucky men, it is hard to imagine what would make an ancient writer accustomed to horrific violence turn his head away in disgust.

Anywho after all the mutilation and crucifying Crassus secured himself a post as governor in the east, and decided to invade Parthia, an area so rich and luxurious and important that I can’t even be bothered to look it up right now even though I’m not that busy.  Having no permission from Rome to start a war Crassus used only the flimsiest of pretexts (‘I gots ta get paid’ according to Plutarch) and then failed miserably.  His strategy, when surrounded by a larger army firing arrows at his men was to wait for them to run out of arrows.  When that didn’t work his men mutinied-extraordinary when you consider how Crassus previously dealt with disobedience- and Crassus went out to make peace with the Parthians where one of two things happened.

What probably happened was that he was killed by an arrow in the melee, and then his remaining army massacred.  What miiiiiight have happened is a fate so fitting it is unbelievable.  Plutarch reports that Crassus was captured alive by the Parthians, who strapped him to a chair and poured molten gold down his throat, then cut off his head and used it as entertainment during a dinner theater that evening.  With Crassus’s death, the stage was set for a showdown with a winner take all cage match between Caesar and Pompey and the end of the Roman Republic.

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Give Me Pepsi or Give Me Death

In case you have not heard, Mikhail Bloomberg, mayor of New York City enacted a ban against large  sodas in the city.  The law was fortunately shot down but the man himself still exists and runs the city and has vowed to fight the good fight against…Mountain Dew?

Under the guise of protecting people’s health Herr Bloomberg decreed that extra large sodas would no longer be available in his city.  He did not submit this to a vote by the people he was elected to rule over.  Like the President he admires he simply told his Department of Health to enforce a capricious and arbitrary rule he dreamed up one night.

A ban on soda would be laughable if it were not so fucking irritating and absurd.  Here’s a list of other, more harmful products that are still available in the city:  ice cream sundaes, milkshakes, Heath bars, peanut butter brittle, Cheez-Its, frozen pizza, pepperoni, mashed potatoes, and onion rings.  The battle to protect New Yorkers from themselves has only begun…how can The Dear Leader rest easy at night knowing that his people are still at risk from being coerced into eating mozzarella sticks.  What kind of King can even close his eyes at night knowing that the subjects he rules over could-at that very moment- be opening a pint of Ben and Jerry’s Cherry Garcia.

Sigh.  I don’t have any sarcasm left.

Fuck you Michael Bloomberg.

I know that libertarianism isn’t for everyone.  I know and respect the desire to make sure the poor are on equal footing, I know the poor don’t have access to health care and gyms and…are stupider than people who can afford education, but this is NOT about Michael Bloomberg being concerned for people’s health.  This is asshole Michael Bloomberg arbitrarily deciding that he, Michael Bloomberg, knows what is best for the people he has been elected to serve.  This is NOT about fascist thug Michael Bloomberg looking out for the health of his citizens.  This is about Michael Bloomberg padding his resume for an eventual Washington run.  This is a publicity campaign for one man’s ambitions, and the cost is the civil liberties of the 8 million New Yorkers.

I’m venting a lot of pent up anger right now so I apologize for the effing, but if you support this ban it has nothing to do with you caring about stranger’s welfare,  it has to do with you thinking you have the right to tell others what they can and cannot do.

Fuck you.

If you support this, it has nothing to do with you being a good person.   It has to do with you being a smug fucking asshole who thinks you know what is best for everyone.

Fuck you.

Laws like this are NEVER about helping others.  They are about placating a narcissistic, patronizing urge to control others and if that’s you then

fuck

you.

If are a New Yorker and you want to enjoy an ice cold one liter of Pepsi in your car then I will proudly call you a comrade in the struggle.  If you want to drink this delicious beverage while stuffing your face with pizza and smoking cigarettes then you’ve got a friend for life on this page.

Everyone else who isn’t under the threat of having someone else dictate what you can put in your body… a quick reminder that your life is your life and DOES NOT BELONG TO ANYONE ELSE.  YOU WANTING TO DO WHAT YOU WANT TO DO IS ALL THE JUSTIFICATION YOU NEED TO DO IT.  YOU ARE NOT A FUCKING CHILD WHO NEEDS PERMISSION FROM A GOVERNMENT OFFICIAL TO SPOIL YOURSELF WITH ANYTHING.  AT ALL.  EVER.

Fuck anyone who thinks they know what’s best for you, and is willing to use legal means to enforce their opinions on you.  Your mayor, your mom, your priest, your friends, your President, your favorite blog author.

The desire to control is NOT the same as the desire to help.  To control requires force, and to force an adult to do something negates any concern for his welfare that might exist because you don’t respect that person as a citizen or as an autonomous individual.

The desire to help NEVER requires force, because the desire to help comes from a concern for others, but never loses respect  of someone’s dignity and intelligence.

Don’t forget that.

 

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Return

Sometimes a man has to live his own life, and follow his own path.

Sometimes the path a man has to follow hurts people he cares about.

Sometimes a man’s path has to be discovered.

Sometimes a man has to push off from familiar shores and set sail into stormy seas to find it.

Sometimes a man is alone in the middle of that ocean he sailed into.

Sometimes a man loses hope.

Sometimes a man feels despair.

Sometimes a man forgets why he keeps paddling.

Sometimes a man follows the stars, sometimes these stars lead him to an unfamilar place.

Sometimes a man has to clear his own path on this uncharted territory.

Sometimes the path one must follow isn’t clear to a man.

Sometimes a man must follow this path without a compass.

Sometimes on this island the moon is the only thing that illuminates the path a man must follow.

Sometimes a man would prefer walking in the day.

Sometimes a man sits down, lost, and cries.

Sometimes though, a man feels a warm spring breeze in the night and it reminds a man that even through pain, life is still good, and that the path never ends and the destination isn’t all that important, that the path and the people you walk it with are the only thing that’s important, and that the sun might set, but it always rises.

The man reminds himself that the sun always rises.

The man gets back up, and begins walking again.

Sometimes a man has to shake the rust off and sometimes a man has to write a bullshit blog post.

Sometimes a man will apologize later for putting up something corny and emo on a long neglected blog.

Sometimes a man will announce he’s back with one of these posts.

 

Sup playas and hoes.

I’m back.   More sex, sperm, libertarian, history posts to come. I swear, no more posts like this again.

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New Years

I don’t usually make New Year’s resolutions, but I’ve been in a bit of a funk again, and -predictably- I turned to Zen literature, soooo it is gonna be one of “those” posts again, where you must listen as an increasingly insufferable narrator talks about his feelings and finding peace but FUCK YOU IT IS MY WEBSITE AND I WILL BE ZEN IF I WANT.

So anyways instead of just deciding one thing to change, this year I decided I want to do more of the following:

Writing

Yoga

Running

Reading

Hiking

Honesty

Kindness to Fiancée

Website development

Twitter

Podcasts

Meditation

Essentially all the gay shit that calms me down, centers me, and creates positive vibes.  Shit that, for whatever reason I invariably begin to ignore for the pleasures other vices.  Some are just doing more of what I like doing to keep myself sane- writing, running, tweeting- some are more of following up on concepts I am interested in pursuing more seriously-developing another all history related web page, getting more into meditation, podcasts, hiking and eating granola bars in the woods with a bunch of greasy hippies who don’t flush their turds- and some are just acknowledging that I can be a giant self centered asshole sometimes who needs to grow the fuck up-honesty, kindness to fiancée.

Here are some things I am going to try to cut out of my life.

Skyrim

Booze

Soda

Buying shit I don’t need

Criticizing strangers

Facebook

News

Excuses

Procrastination

Masturbating

The first and last will obviously remain central to my existence, but I would like to move more toward reality this year, and away from fantasies involving mages, orcs, and bi-sexual cum starved teens.   Not that there’s anything wrong with wood elves and whores, it’s just that too much mental escapism and you begin to spend all your days scanning the sky’s for dragons, and all your nights looking for DD Asians who can’t get enough of the D.

I don’t drink all that much nowadays, but I would like to limit my intake of intoxicants, all intoxicants including caffeine, but I am a hypocrite who just downed a slug of Zzzquil cause I can’t fall asleep before midnight without something in my system (better Zzzquil than Teequila) so we shall see how this goes.

If I adhere to my list and allow no more excuses or procrastination there should be a new site up in the upcoming months, dedicated only to history postings.  I have a name (hint, my dog’s name), and a layout I am comfortable with (hint, the exact same as this site), financing is the only issue and I can take care of that fairly easily (hint, send me money).

I rarely watch/read the news now, but I would like to watch even less this year.  The less fake non issues blown up for ratings that you get sucked into, the happier you are.

I want to lay off criticizing or condemning people who aren’t politicians.  Any person, for anything that doesn’t include hurting others.  This self improvement goal  will likely limit my time on Facebook, which-at least in an election year with a bunch of shootings-is mostly just blowhards making noise about how stupid the opposing blowhards are.

Not to go on a tangent here, but what kind of person actually gives a shit about what strangers do?  What kind of individual is it that becomes irate that other American’s are obese, or listen to Ke$ha, or take nasty pictures of themselves on Twitter, or  like going to church, or enjoy putting their penises in another man’s mouth?  The world is already ugly enough, why bring it down even more by demeaning people whose backgrounds and struggles you don’t know.

The kind of person who demeans and insults someone for not conforming to their worldview is angry and insecure, and is the kind of person who should catapulted naked into space and made to float up there nude for all eternity so grade school children can find them with a telescope and laugh and say ‘look mommy, look how small that man/woman’s penis/breasts is/are’.

I want to get to the point in my life where literally no shits are given on how strangers live out their sordid existences.  Heroin injecting, crack smoking, reality housewife feuding, binge eating, transsexual orgy attending, fake libs voting for Obama, rightwing gun nuts who teach their infants how to cock a pistol, doomsday preppers, black nationalists, secessionists…whatevs, we all wrestle demons you guys, so just do what you need to do and own the consequences.  I’ll be over here doing what I need to do* if you want to talk.

There you have it, the 2013 Blueprint of Destiny.  Naturally next December when I post up on all the books I read and regale you all with more evidence of how much smarter I am than you, I will bring this post up again so we can all share a laugh at me vowing not to jerk off, and maybe learn something about ourselves in the progress.

 

 

 

 

 

 

*Skyrim, masturbating…don’t fucking talk to me.

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Candles

I begin, as always, with Batman.

A wise butler once advised his Bat-master that some men just want to watch the world burn.  We would be wise to always remember that nihilism is our biological cross to bear, and that men who like the flames will do whatever they want when what fraying cord of sanity gives way and hurls them into our lives.

We are largely shielded from sudden death so that when it does occur it shocks people to their core.  Almost all of us will die in our beds, at a very old age.  The idea that life could be so inexplicably and ludicrously cut short at the capricious whim of an uncaring universe- an idea so understood by nearly every generation of humanity that has ever lived- is almost completely alien to us.   No one who does not suffer from severe anxiety goes to bed every night worrying about their father being run over by a runaway bulldozer, their brother being eaten by a bear, or their 5 year old daughter being the victim of a mass murder.

These events horrify us by reminding everyone just how little control we might have over when we die.  This makes freak occurrences seem more terrifying than they are.

I am a grown ass man and I won’t go in the ocean over my head because a shark will eat me.  I can’t perform CPR on myself, but I know how to hide from lighting should I ever find myself in a field during a thunderstorm.  This is our nature.  It is why we lose sleep over serial killers, who are responsible for .0000000000001%* of annual American deaths, and not over jealous boyfriends, extra fatty  foods, and swerving trucks in the lane next to us.

Those things make sense.  We can see death coming for us, and prepare ourselves, but you can’t stop crazy.

Not with a gun ban, not with arming toddlers, not with anything.

The inevitable arguments over gun control are perfectly understandable, and a complete waste of time.    A freak event is a freak event, whether it is a shark attack, lightning strike, or maniac with a gun.

This clearly is not meant to disparage the suffering of anyone who lost a child in Connecticut, but just an observation that the dead here have nothing to teach us.  The stark and devastating tragedy of their deaths is that they meant nothing in any larger context.

If this was a plane that exploded in mid air, there would be no national lesson to be learned, no debate over ‘what must be done’. This was a horrific act, perpetrated by a madman who might not even have been in control of himself at the time of the slayings.

This isn’t to say that violence in America can’t be reduced.  It’s stating that you can’t fix something when the problem is unsolvable.

You can’t ban firearms.

You can’t stop criminals from arming themselves.

I realize many on opposite ends of the spectrum might want to do these things,  but practically, politically, and legally, we can’t.  The simple truth is that if someone has it into their heads to take a loaded rifle into a school and shoot it up, they are going to be successful at it.  Luckily, it just doesn’t happen often.

What we can do is recognize random events for what they are (senseless tragedies), and pay more attention to events that follow a pattern, and like fatty foods, are more predictable.  Events that result in death not in one crazy mass at the hands of one crazy person,  but add up piece by piece until they make Connecticut look mild.

For instance, here is a list of children who have died this year from gunshot wounds in Chicago**.

Anton Sanders, 15

Valentin Bahena, 17

Mark Watts, 15

Christina Thomas, 6 months

Albert Guyston, 15

George Howard, 15

Damion Rolle, 14

Edgar Delgado, 17

Deshun Winfert,15

Cedric Belle, 16

Joshua Williams, 16

Chris Wormely, 17

Armaney Cotton, 2

Roberto Luna, 13

Ivan Alanis, 13

Jeffery Triplett, 17

Nazia Banks, 12

Alejandro Jaime, 14

Donnel Rankin, 16

Leonard Trust, 17

Heaven Sutton, 7

Tyquan Tyler, 13

Shakkaki Asphy, 16

Romelo Golden, 17

Joseph Briggs, 16

Jamal Lockett, 16

Iyonna Davis, 1

Douglas Bufford, 16

Alixi Johnson, 17

Jamauri Askew, 16

Nathaniel Gonzalez, 6

Jalen Stogner, 17

Lucien Dreux, 17

Alejandro Valdez, 15

Jaime Ruvalcaba, 15

Taylor Diorio, 17

Johnqualus Turner, 16

Cornell Ferguson, 16

Derrick Davis, 17

Dejuan Jackson, 17

Terrance Johnson, 17

Jonathon Williams, 17

Tremayne Franklin, 13

Porshe Foster, 15

Emilio Palomo, 16

Sergio Olivia, 15

Taylor Fitting, 16

Jeffery Stewart, 16

There are over 400 murders in Chicago this year, I included only children to make a point.  A city simply should not have a child homicide rate that high.

Why is Chicago’s so high?  Why is any inner city’s murder ratio higher than an urban area?  What is the difference?

Is there any policy this country might be pursuing which would create huge financial incentives for those with little to lose?  A policy which diverts tax funds away from education and social services to keep at risk youth away from crime?  A policy which criminalizes a product which might push these desperate people into outlaw behavior, where violence was the only recourse to bad business practices?

Anything at all that would make a staggering death toll in one of America’s largest cities not only inevitable, but also the logical outcome of certain policies?

Nah.

Let’s go back to screaming at each other about limiting the size of assault rifle clips, and arming preschool teachers so when white children get killed again we won’t feel as bad because we tried.  Let’s post pictures of fucking candles on Facebook to pray to a god who couldn’t be bothered to intervene while the massacre unfolded.  Let’s promise to do 26 good deeds to honor 26 dead children and post pictures of the victims to let the world know we care.

That way, we feel good about ourselves, learn nothing, and change less.

 

*figure made up

**figures real, http://homicide.redeyechicago.com

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BIBLE PART XIII

We finish up Leviticus today, and I am pleased to report that Yahweh has saved the best for last.  Leviticus 15 (finally) gets around to addressing the laws dealing with bodily discharges.  Discharge, THE LORD tells Aaron, is unclean.  Whether this is when a man’s body eliminates discharge, or is clogged up by discharge, the root cause of discharge is ungodliness.  Every bed that one lies on with discharge is unclean, and you better believe THE LORD is going to want a sacrifice(Lev. 15:14- two pigeons) if you want to be purified for sin of discharging.

In case you were-like me- wondering if discharge was shit, or sperm, don’t worry because Lev.15:16 clarifies by addressing what to do when you discharge semen.  Whether it be a sultry nocturnal emission or a lonely afternoon with a crusty tube sock, you must bathe in water and remain unclean until evening.  Should you be fortunate enough to discharge semen in the company of a woman, both shall purify with water and remain unclean until the evening.

Gals, sorry but when you are experiencing “menstrual impurity” you will be unclean in the eyes of THE LORD.  After your period, you will be filthy for another week, at which time your sins can be absolved with a pair of turtledoves.

God cuts us a break in Leviticus 16, when he gives us a day off (Sunday) to atone for our sins.  This day is to be sent begging for forgiveness of all your weekly sins and discharges, and Yahweh clarifies that on the Sabbath all goats and oxen must be sacrificed in the temple of THE LORD, and curses any man fool enough to violate this rule.  For those of you thinking that you could get away with your old habits sacrificing to goat demons, I warn you… Lev. 17:7 states that at the temple the priest will throw blood on the altar of the LORD and burn the fat for a pleasing aroma to the LORD, so that the people “shall no more sacrifice their sacrifices to the goat demons, after whom they whore.”

Leviticus 17 clarifies that no one can eat blood, or bathe in it, whoever does this is cut off from THE LORD for all eternity.

Leviticus 18 is when things get juicy.  UNLAWFUL SEXUAL RELATIONS.  God begins by forbidding incest.  Also, no one is allowed to sleep with their sibling’s wives or husbands.  Even seeing anyone in your family naked is a sin and must be atoned for, and do not even think about taking your first wife’s sister as your second wife.

No one can sleep with their wife when they are on the rag (that is what the second wife is for).  No one can offer their children to Molech as sacrifice.

Lev. 17:22 is probably the most known verse of this book  “You shall not lie with a male as with a woman; it is an abomination.”  The creator of the universe immediately follows up this bit of bigotry by forbidding men and women from fucking animals.  Lev. 19 THE LORD spends a few modest chapters talking about how holy he is, and advising that anyone who burns his sacrificial meat improperly shall be excommunicated.

After firmly establishing rules dealing with poop, period juice, incest, and bestiality, we get a boring bit where THE LORD stumbles upon some actual morality.  Don’t steal or rob, don’t lie, don’t take advantage of the handicapped, don’t lie in court, be honest.  Lev.19:18 is the most moral statement I have yet to come across in this book “You shall not take vengeance or bear a grudge against the sons of your own people, but you shall love your neighbor as yourself: I AM THE LORD”  As always, Yahweh ruins a nice moment by violently interjecting himself into the statement, though “sons of your own people” gives an out for our human inclination toward tribal thinking and all manner of barbarous violence and so as a statement of supreme morality goes, it leaves much to be desired.

If you rape a slave, you have to pay the master (and THE LORD) a fine.  Don’t tell fortunes or interpret omens.  Don’t round off the hair on your temples or mar the edges of your beard.  Don’t cut your body for the dead or get tattoos.  Don’t make your daughter a prostitute.  Don’t go to psychics.  Honor the face of an old man.

Leviticus 20 addresses our friend Molech again.  Anyone who sacrifices their children to Molech will be put to death by stoning.  In THE LORD’s defense, Molech was a Phoenician  god whose adherents burnt their children to death to please him and perhaps deserved to be beaten to death with rocks.  Anyone who curses their mother and father…stoned.  Anyone who practices psychic powers (TERESA)…stoned.

If a man sleeps with the wife of his neighbor, they both die.  If a man lies with his father’s wife, they both die.  If a man sleeps with his daughter in law, they both die.  If a man sleeps with another man, they both die.  If a man has sex with a woman and her mother, they all die.  If a man has sex with an animal, they both die.

Priests shall not have bald patches on their head or shave their bears.  They can’t marry a prostitute or a woman who has been defiled, or a woman who has been divorced.  Should the daughter of a priest begin to whore herself out (God’s words, not mine), she is to be immediately burnt to death.

In church do not approach god if you have any blemishes.  Blemishes like acne?  No.  Lev. 21:19 is specific.  Anyone blind, lame, mutilated, long limbed, injured foot or hand, hunchbacked, a dwarf, nearsighted, has scabs or crushed testicles may not-under pain of death-approach the altar of THE LORD.

Anyone who blasphemies THE LORD is to be stoned to death.  God clarifies his love of an eye for an eye, then sets up a bunch of holidays and feasts to honor his greatness that we must observe or incur his wrath.  Y-HWEH then spends several chapters explicitly stating what he will do if he is disobeyed, and it is fitting to bring this post and end our review of the book of Leviticus to a close with one (there are several) of these paragraphs so we can get a sense of how angry even the thought of future disobedience makes the all powerful, all perfect creator of the universe.

LEV 26:27  But if in spite of this you will not listen to me, but walk contrary to me, then I will walk contrary to you in fury, and I will myself discipline you sevenfold for your sins.  You shall eat the flesh of your sons, and you shall eat the flesh of your daughters.  And I will destroy your high places and cut down your incense altars and cast your dead bodies upon the dead bodies of your idols and my soul will abhor you.  And I will lay your cities waste and will make your sanctuaries desolate, and I WILL NOT SMELL YOUR PLEASING AROMAS.  And I myself will devastate the land, so that your enemies who settle in it shall be appalled at it.  And I will scatter you among the nations, and I will unsheathe the sword after you, and your land shall be a desolation, and your cities shall be a waste. 

Misc. Leviticus Post Script-I wondered while reading this if the ‘goat demon’ was Pan, the lascivious Greek god, who might have been known to the ancient Jews when this chapter was written, but some minor research seems to rule that out.  Also, the multiple mentions of Molech made me notice that at no point does Yahweh claim to be the sole god of the universe…just of the children of Abraham.  The fact that this book is used to condemn homosexuals while containing so much nonsense is of course, ridiculous, however I think Leviticus is the best weapon a person can have against anyone quoting scripture to justify stupidity, given the supremely absurd contents which one would be forced to at least pretend to take as seriously as the injunction against homosexuality.

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