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One "M" in hamartiology? I've been spelling it wrong! I guess that makes it meta-hamartiological. :)
My own experience with homophobia may be instructive to some of the Christiant gay-haters. I have never been homophobic myself, and have never really given it much thought. In 1986, I was at a "venue" -- a place where punk-rock and "college" musicians played and people drank -- and as I was leaving, a large, irate drunk confronted me and began screaming that I had been "looking at him" like a "f**kin' homo". He knocked me to the ground and began to beat me, while two of his pals looked on.
There had been a cop there just minutes before. I was told that as soon as he saw the "fight" starting, he found other coply duties to busy himself with.
Anyway, two of my pals started to take action. One of them began to swing his $400 portable recorder (he recorded bands to make live tapes for them) like a bolo, and the other one picked up a large piece of something big, hard, and ugly looking. The thugs ran off, the big one screaming that he would come back and kill me and "them other faggots".
To give you an idea of how valiantly my friends had acted, each of them were about as non-macho as you could imagine. One had been a socially awkward radical in the late 1960s who had eventually been kicked out of his peace-action commune because they didn't like him, and the other was a physically inept AND socially awkward guy who had a talent for audio engineering and nothing else, including physical activity of any kind. The would have lasted 30 seconds or less against those thugs, had they not run off.
I went back down into the bar (it was set into a basement) and the barman laughed at me. I asked him to call the cops and he walked away. I eventually found the phone, called the cops myself, and they never came. I went home, cleaned up, and quickly discovered that my family considered it a little bar fight that I had "lost" and were paranoid that I had called the cops.
Fortunately, the damage was superficial -- my face was purple for two weeks -- but I had just started a job as a busboy. I ended up wearing so much "base" for the next two weeks that I looked like a mannikin, and the stuff only lasted for 5-6 hours of an 8-hour shift.
I eventually sued the club (Woe unto the Litigious Society™! Where is the Personal Responsibility™!) and won the princely sum of $700. The only satisfaction I got was to find that the perp had been arrested for assaulting an off-duty cop a couple of weeks later, and was cooling his heels at the local house of correction. I am certain that if my friends had not been there, I would have been beaten much worse, probably by all three of them.
The moral of the story is that the godly gay-bashers don't know what the hell they are doing. Sexual violence can happen to anyone, at any time, under any circumstances. And if you're selected for the honor, you will NOT be asked to produce Proof Of Sexual Orientation -- they will just bash you.
This kind of bashing will not be in the form of an editorial you disagree with, it will be actual physical violence.
Sometimes I think that the bulk of the Christian community has just gone nuts and decided that if they made their golden idol in the shape of Jesus, everything would be all right. But it never works that way, and the idolaters never learn. The reality 2000 years ago involved rough-hewn wood, crude iron nails, an "ironic" crown of thorns, and the body fluids of Jesus as his body died in agony. There is no gold or glory in earthly violence, and those who promote it will someday understand how it was their hands that swung the lash, cut the scalp, drove the nails in, and cast lots for the soiled clothing.
In this world, no one is free from sin, but the often-futile effort to lighten the burden of others counts more than we know. My friends, avowed atheists each, followed the example of Simon of Cyrene without a moment's reflection on Biblical exegesis, and in spite of the fact that I was as far from being a "savior" as could be imagined. The same way, the often-successful effort to increase that burden eventually breaks the back of the tormentor as well as the tormented.
One of these days, I hope the holy homophobes understand that.
--p!
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