It becomes clear that as we switch out the god we have in the driver's seat, each of the passengers will eventually and in turn be thrown under the bus. There is no universal god. Only an extremely personal one. The invocation at the inauguration ought to consist of five minutes of silence to allow each attendee to to burn mental incense to god or Santa Claus or to go outside for a smoke.
For the best reflection on this to date, read Frank Rich's You're Likable Enough, Gay People. While reading it, I asked C if Frank Rich is gay. He replied, "No. He's Jewish and a New Yorker."
(For those of you who don't get that - and I doubt there are many - the next time you take your mother or aunt to a Broadway musical, ask them if they realize how much of the National Humor is either gay or Jewish.)
"Perge modo et qua te ducit via dirige gressum," said Venus to Aeneas.
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I had NOT seen Rich's article....thanks for the link, and I can't imagine being gay and learning much about the world without knowing the Jewish connection....but then I talk to lots of people around me who look at me clueless. My one good neighbor/friend who IS Jewish understands it 100%..........
He's a bitter native Washingtonian - smart enough to do well at Harvard and conquer New York. Not smart enough not to trash his hometown. We remember.
I live in Washington. It deserves trashing every now and then. As does New York, and Boston, and SF and L.A., and other city that thinks its the center of the whole effin' universe.
I went to the site in Firefox on my MacBook laptop and none of the videos would open for me. But I think I can deduce the kind of thing he does. Kind of a visualization of Philip Glass's music?
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