Musings, Politics

Africa And Russia: the Entangled Lovers

So Uganda (like Nigeria, Russia and other backward thinking regimes) finally signed the law that consigns its gay citizens to the ghetto. Yes, let brimstone fall from angry heaven and devour those “disgusting” sexual deviants. It’s all for the children. When African and Russian leaders are busy looting their countries’ funds and salting them where those funds are protected by the West’s legislative framework these “leaders” are of course also thinking about the children: the children starved of funds that should be building, for them (I mean, the children), a better country.

Below are some quotes from Museveni’s gay-baiting speech showing the abysmal quality of leadership and thinking generally exhibited by African leaders and, let’s be frank, the religiously devout.

“Africans are flabbergasted by exhibitionism of sexual acts”.
He probably means disgusted. if instead they are ‘astonished’ what’s the issue?

“I am not able to understand the logic of the Western Culture … Since Western societies do not appreciate politeness”. He doesn’t understand except when he and his ministers are lining their pockets with aid money and stuffing stolen funds in western banks.

He then quotes a well-known Swedish study that surmises genes account for a third of the homosexuality in a sample of identical twins. For Museveni that proves being gay is a choice. We share 98% of our genes with chimpanzees and yet that errant 2% makes all the difference between being a chimp and being human. It doesn’t take much difference in genes to make a hell of a lot of difference in a living organism. Oops, not the kind of reasoning one expects from god-believers since they, out of hand, reject any science that conflicts with their holy books.

“let me .. warn our people publicly about the wrong practices indulged in and promoted by some of the outsiders. One of them is oral sex”. Apparently God doesn’t like this. Yes that mythical deity written up by some desert people a few thousand years ago and still believed in by billions of people. I am flabbergasted.

And then finally from Museveni:
“We reject the notion that somebody can be homosexual by choice; that a man can choose to love a fellow man; that sexual orientation is a matter of choice.”

What then is his problem? But then he goes on: “Since my original thesis that there may be people who are born homosexual has been disproved by science, …”

Really. What a buffoon.


But God Doesn’t Hate Fags


No, it can’t be … but it’s unnatural … so it says in the Bible … the (fucking) Pope objects …. it’s a disgusting Western practice … not part of our (choose one: Black, Russian) customs … children are at risk for christ’s sake … it’s the end of civilisation … but god hates fags.
No, He doesn’t. People do. It’s self-evident that some Thing that does not exist cannot hate. But people can. Hatred is where ignorance meets prejudice. There are a lot of people who while demanding “rights” for themselves are very quick to deny it to others on the most fickle and stupid grounds like those mentioned in the preceding paragraph. It’s especially frustrating when it comes from Black people. With all the discrimination we’ve suffered too many of “our people” have their heads buried in ignorance and prejudice and a stupendous inability to see beyond conservative narrow mindedness. We have gone straight from the embrace of voodoo into the bosoms of fanatical Christian and Islamic religious bigotry.
Freedom is not the right to govern one’s own country. Let’s be frank here, African and Black Caribbean nations have been independent for a long time and what a glorious record of self-governance they have. Freedom however is a mind thing: the unshackling of superstition and convention and the putting on of courage: the courage to question and to form one’s opinions and then conduct one’s affairs based on careful observation and contemplation rather than simply folding into the consensus. This doesn’t mean an end result where everybody is accepting of homosexuality. It’s impossible to create a world where we all think alike – evolution won’t allow it. But it will mean far fewer people keen to lynch others (or think it’s OK to do so); far more people empathetic with their neighbour and a world that is less stressful and certainly more enjoyable and productive.
So yes, there may be a black US president; and black slavery may be a distant memory; and black people might be able to sit on the bus when whites are around but “free, free at last” we certainly are not. At least not yet. And until we are free, in our minds and in our thinking, we are likely to remain at the bottom of the pile, where we have historically been found.

On Renouncing Christianity

I came out to my parents (as gay) at the same moment I declared to them I was no longer a christian. For years I fobbed off questions about girlfriends and why I was still single. I wasn’t going to tell but if asked I wasn’t going to lie. Then one day they called me in and locked the door. I was flooded with the dread that accompanies discomfiting confrontations but at that moment it was truth or die. I expected my father to promptly fetch a machete, chase me around the room and attempt to dispatch me to the River Styx where Charon, himself no doubt, would be waiting to ferry me into the arms of Hades and Persephone in the deep underworld. That is, if one believes the Greeks. The funny thing is, that of the two revelations that morning, coming out and declaring for atheism, I felt the latter hurt my parents more. They have given their lives to the church and they clearly did not want my soul lost. How do you explain a lost child on judgment day?

I was raised pentecostal and then embraced fundamentalism with zeal – in those days the Kenneth Hagins, Kenneth Copelands and Oral Robertses kept us teenagers, enthralled and on fire for God. Eventually, the questions started: why did God punish the Egyptians when he was the one who hardened the Pharaoh’s heart? And all those innocent Egyptian firstborns (celebrated by Jews at the Passover) murdered to make a point? When I asked a friend about this his answer was: God works in mysterious ways. But questions kept tormenting my enquiring mind. Why did Jesus say to some who were about to watch him ascend into heaven that they would still be alive when the son of man returned in all his glory? They are definitely dead today.

Then came the overwhelming weight of science. When I believed in God I knew that I knew that I was right. Now that I am on the other side, so to speak, I know that I know that I was wrong. And that scares me: that we humans can believe in something so passionately and so truly and yet still be so wrong. It simply is not enough to say things like “I know in my heart” or “God speaks to me” or “I just know”. No. you don’t. You don’t. And again, you think you do, you’re deluded that you do but you absolutely don’t. You’re like the madman who mistook his wife for a hat. There’s no hat. It’s all in your mind. The only way we can know that we are still sane is by having other sources corroborate our sensory experiences. If everyone else sees your wife and you see a hat then you are, without doubt, mad.

This is why the scientific method is imperative and compelling. In the red corner we have a book (or books) written by men, who lived in an age of myths and superstition, claiming they saw and heard things “from God” and that God calls us to do as they say, whatever that may be. In the blue corner we have our sensory observations and scientific methods pointing to an infinite universe and the evolution of life on earth and the absence of anything like heaven up there beyond the clouds. In the middle is me, the referee.

I’ll believe in God when there is good evidence to do so. I am absolutely not going to base my life on a book written under “divine inspiration”. We know what men can be up to. Some are frauds (St Paul), some psychopathic (Moses/Elijah), some misguided (Solomon), some schizophrenic (Jesus) and others just mad (whatever John wrote Revelations).

How do I feel that I won’t be going to heaven? This is a place where the streets are made of gold, the houses of precious stones and where everyone wears white robes and sings hallelujah until the cows don’t come home. A place where the chosen few (whom God called before they were even born) are eternally bowing down before and praising a Being that’s clearly narcissistic. A Being clearly a facsimile of earthly priests and kings who are bent on ruling passive and acquiescent multitudes. Puh-leaze! When you really think about it, it is such an obvious scam.