A rant about the modern rage to make us all practice the same religion, as though such a thing were possible and/or good.
There is no such thing as "general moral decline" affecting an entire society of people uniformly. I
don't change my standards for what constitutes rape because some stupid
yahoos in Steubenville reveal themselves to be criminals. I don't change
my standards for what constitutes
pleasant sexual relations because my neighbor is into BDSM. I don't
decide to like Gatorade because some celebrity appears on TV telling me
to.
Forget
society. Forget all the morons who think they can make me like stuff
merely by playing commercials and offering soundbytes. Forget marketing.
If you have to tell me why I need something over and over while showing
me a bunch of beautiful people (and/or celebrities), then I almost
certainly neither need nor want what you're shilling. (Reverse
psychology: seeing commercials often makes me hate what I see
advertised, such that I become more likely to avoid it.)
Forget
the ridiculous way of thinking that associates random decisions people
make in utterly ludicrous ways: "My daughter decided to smoke: obviously
this is because gay people are trying to get married! Heterosexuals in
Steubenville cannot help getting horny and raping people: the
homosexuals strike again!" If there is a
devil out there playing games with people's heads, then he is most
certainly playing with yours as you spew this kind of nonsense. For goodness' sake. Grow up and take some responsibility for yourselves. Don't mind what all the people around you are doing. They are always doing dumb stuff (i.e. stuff that would be dumb if you did it). Read
history. The best way to save the world is to stop trying so hard to
make it sin the way you do. We don't all sin the same way. We cannot all like or dislike the same things. We should not all want or avoid the same things.
People
are always going to like and dislike different things, sometimes with
really good reason. Eating wheat is a cardinal sin for my sister (who
has full-blown Celiac disease: she was dying in her teens because she
ate my mom's homemade bread), but not for me. The correct response to
reality (bread kills my sister, not me) is not to ban bread (it is evil
for my sister! people who make it are murderers!), but to make other
options free to those who cannot stomach it (for whatever reason: if you
eat bread and your stomach hurts really bad and you poop blood, then
you shouldn't need doctor's orders to pass on the breadbasket). Be
whatever you are, and ignore anyone who isn't OK with that. You have the right to think my sister is silly for avoiding bread. You do not have the right to punish her for avoiding it.
We do not all need to have the same habits. We do not all need to recognize the same sins or deal with them the same way. My
sister's ability to make rice bread does not threaten my mom's ability
to make wheat bread. Homosexual marriages do not threaten my
heterosexual one. Civil society is not about making me and my sister
eat the same things (as though there existed some kind of food that was not also poison). It is not about making homosexuals and heterosexuals (or anyone else) have the same
kind of marriage. It is not about making us all like the same stuff (as
we never have and never will).
Everyone
has different needs. Everyone has different tastes. Everyone does
things harmless to himself that would be harmful if other people did
them (as you know if you have ever helped a teen learn how to drive, or
shoot a gun, or do anything at all, really). My life is never going to
be a prescription for other people's, and theirs is never going to be a
prescription for me. I don't like what others like. I don't need what
they need. I don't need or want their approval every time I
decide to order steak for myself when they would rather have something
else. The restaurant of life has many options on the menu: let other people take whatever they
want, and I will do the same. We can share space and be nice without
liking the same stuff.
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