Gossip
or the Parable for the Homosexual Man
My father loved gossip and defended it all the time. It’s where the truth
always lies, and vice versa, he liked to say. And besides, history and religion
are mostly gossip, written by nitwits to cover up important truths. So my
father was always rewriting the past, or telling another version of what once
was, way back when. Martin Luther, he liked to tell his peacenik Lutheran
friends, should be remembered for inciting hatred of the Jews. (It’s true:
Luther encouraged the burning of Jewish synagogues, homes and prayer
books.) Theologians are always flawed,
he would add. Which is why he liked
Descartes, who didn’t doubt that he doubted, and concluded, I think therefore I
am. Je pense donc je suis. Cogito ergo sum. Like Aristotle, he was sure reason was a
gift, as was wonder. Though Descartes,
according to my father, kicked dogs. And
Aristotle preferred shellfish to women. Like Jesus, Aristotle was probably homosexual. If you actually read the New Testament, which
few Christians do, alas, you’d realize how little Jesus liked the ladies.
Instead he preferred finding heaven on earth with his twelve men, and was, of
course, crucified in the end. The Christ
story does make a good parable for the homosexual man.
Preach it, Nin. I'm right there witcha.
Posted by: Sally | April 24, 2009 at 09:40 PM