It Grinds Sickly, Churning The Belly
Utah, 2006, the Origin of Life bill is struck down by a heavily conservative House of Representives whose majority is dominated by members of the Jesus Christ Church of Latter Day Saints.
The words now used to describe such bills are "anti-evolution", as though this were some kind of alternate culture, a sub-stratum of our species or an ideology which had spawned a race which now holds itself seperate from the rest of us and and is feeling put upon. Oh, it's shouldn't be said that this is entirely wrong...no, I love the seperations of Church and State. The bill however would have required teachers to read a disclaimer of what is taught in schools as 'science', more or less stating that "We believe this is how it is, we can support it with various forms of evidence, but there's other evidence out there from other groups with similar but varying opinions." Damnably fine idea to be required to say "We might not know.", most especially to as deeply ingrained an institution as the American scientific community.
Sitting at the burnt, crusty, center of a glass crater two old men in puddles of steamy piss point gnarled digits at one another, their jaws working like arthuritic cattle chewing their slimey cuds, nothing emerging from their mouth's but occaisional grunts where once they'd have had strong and voicifurous opinions to spew like chimpanzees throwing worm ridden shit in hopes of making a irrefutable point just for the momentary satisfaction of having said something meaningful.
This is where we stick ourselves on thick, splintered pikes in front of the White House and make wretching noises all lonely night long, our puddled gore staining the sidewalk as we protest grandly until our bladders give out and our bloodshot, glazed eyes roll up in their sockets for the final time. We're sticky, squealing martyrs to the causes of a humanist Apocolypse and in our grimey cities, our drug infected, infested schools, we nudge one another pensively back into place in the comical line of heartbeats and productivity. This is the planned obsolescence of freedom.
The words now used to describe such bills are "anti-evolution", as though this were some kind of alternate culture, a sub-stratum of our species or an ideology which had spawned a race which now holds itself seperate from the rest of us and and is feeling put upon. Oh, it's shouldn't be said that this is entirely wrong...no, I love the seperations of Church and State. The bill however would have required teachers to read a disclaimer of what is taught in schools as 'science', more or less stating that "We believe this is how it is, we can support it with various forms of evidence, but there's other evidence out there from other groups with similar but varying opinions." Damnably fine idea to be required to say "We might not know.", most especially to as deeply ingrained an institution as the American scientific community.
Sitting at the burnt, crusty, center of a glass crater two old men in puddles of steamy piss point gnarled digits at one another, their jaws working like arthuritic cattle chewing their slimey cuds, nothing emerging from their mouth's but occaisional grunts where once they'd have had strong and voicifurous opinions to spew like chimpanzees throwing worm ridden shit in hopes of making a irrefutable point just for the momentary satisfaction of having said something meaningful.
This is where we stick ourselves on thick, splintered pikes in front of the White House and make wretching noises all lonely night long, our puddled gore staining the sidewalk as we protest grandly until our bladders give out and our bloodshot, glazed eyes roll up in their sockets for the final time. We're sticky, squealing martyrs to the causes of a humanist Apocolypse and in our grimey cities, our drug infected, infested schools, we nudge one another pensively back into place in the comical line of heartbeats and productivity. This is the planned obsolescence of freedom.
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