The Vulturist Christians
November 11, 2008
I find that the older I get, the less sense religion makes as a way to explain the world. Religion remains quite useful, however, as a clue to understanding the character of the people who espouse it. Those who express their faith in terms of generosity and intellectual curiosity, for example, turn out to be vastly preferable to those who see their faith as a justification for kicking the asses of those they disagree with or dislike. If you are what you eat, then you are what you worship as well.
The newest tract from comic-book evangelist Jack Chick gives us a thuggish creep of a deity who sends tornadoes and hurricanes to punish people for venturing even the slightest criticism of Israel’s actions, or even so much as suggesting there might be something preferable to the current impasse. In the fever swamps of Chickland, for example, the mere fact that Bush hosted a dinner in which he spoke approvingly of Islam and the Koran (“Slapping the living God in the face!”) is enough to bring on a swarm of tornadoes. I leave it to you to check out Chick’s explanation for the 9/11 attacks, but you’ll probably want to take a shower after you read it.
Since American voters just gave the big thumbs-down to a presidential ticket that included the Rapturist Jesus-whooper Sarah Palin, I expect whatever natural disaster comes next will provide fodder for another Chick tract. Or was the rejection of Caribou Barbie balanced out by the passage of Prop 8 in California? You never know where you stand with these religious vultures.
Say now, there’s a catchy term — Vulturist Christians. Religious nutters who exploit tragedy by turning disasters into commercials for their theocratic demands. Whatever doctrinal differences may exist between the likes of Jerry Falwell, Pat Robertson, Fred Phelps or Jack Chick, their words and actions are equally repellent.