May 04 2005

Hacking Through The Surface Crud

PeachesA propos of this spinster aunt’s continuing indignation over the proliferation in American politics of buttinski psycho godbags, Wolcott makes a few remarks we wholly endorse, and links (via Majikthise) to this inspirational essay by 19th century athiest Robert Ingersoll. It is an almost devastatingly uplifting experience, having spent the last 4 years hacking through layer upon layer of the primitive jingoistic crud befouling post-9/11 American discourse, to read such sane and lucid remarks as these:

"To know that the Bible is the literature of a barbarous people, to know
that it is uninspired, to be certain that the supernatural does not and
cannot exist — all this is but the beginning of wisdom."

It’s almost better than if you’d been kidnapped by anti-peachites and forced to eat Del-Monte canned peaches in syrup for 5 years, then suddenly some courageous soul hands you a ripe, homegrown heirloom fruit through the bars of your peachless prison, and you bite it, and you cry out through grateful tears "I knew I wasn’t crazy! I knew peaches used to grow on trees!"