What is there?

Not in reality, but in the view of the US government. What exists “legally?” There is of course the US government. There are individual human beings, as defined by the US government. There are corporations, profit and non-profit, chartered by the US government or another government. There are other sovereign states, like Belgium and China, and maybe the fifty US states. Maybe there are NGOs distinct from non-profit corporations. Maybe groups (nations?) of native Americans are something different. What about organized criminal gangs? Are there some few categories in which US law places every human or group of humans?

Black is white

But white is not black

We’re all the same inside, except for our unique differences. Here’s how it works.

Biological sex is fictional. It can be changed, to (better?) reflect what (who?) a person really is. There are no natural sex roles. Gender is an imposition of the patriarchy – paradoxically, “white” “men,” who cannot really exist as such. It’s just social construction that makes little girls like telephones and little boys like remote controls. Biological sex is not determinative, nor fixed, nor even very important, because woman equals man in any context.

Sexual orientation is foundational. It is the true underlying reality of who we are. It cannot be changed, and is never “wrong.” It’s wicked to suggest it could be in any way wrong, and barbaric to suggest that it is even possible to alter the (fictional!) biological sex to which you are attracted; baby you were born that way. Celebrate it! Everybody! That’s an order! Dance, Hater! Sexual orientation is identity, built into our very genes.

Race is both fictional and foundational, depending on context. There are no distinctive racial characteristics, and really there’s no such thing as race. That’s just another construction of dead Nazis. Though someone can be a woman in a man’s body, she cannot be a black woman in a white man’s body. Race, like sex, is something that cannot be changed, and something it’s wicked even to wish could be changed, but it’s not who you are, except when it is.

UPDATE: several edits for grammar and readability.

The Annals Say

The Annals Say

The annals say: when the monks of Clonmacnoise
Were all at prayers inside the oratory
A ship appeared above them in the air.

The anchor dragged along behind so deep
It hooked itself into the altar rails
And then, as the big hull rocked to a standstill,

A crewman shimmied and grappled down the rope
And struggled to release it. But in vain.
‘This man can’t bear our life here and will drown,’

The abbot said, ‘unless we help him.’ So
They did, the freed ship sailed, and the man climbed back
Out of the marvellous as he had known it.

– Seamus Heaney, seen here.

Scottish independence

I know nothing about it, but I’m for it. “If the entire political class are convinced that Scottish independence will be a disaster, then I think we can be reasonably certain it will prove a boon…”

Here’s my touchstone; if everybody on both sides of the aisle is for it, whatever it is, it will do me no good. If a large bipartisan coalition of responsible congressmen and senators is against it, whatever it is, then I’m for it.

The Prodigal Son

“They key is actually that in the story of the prodigal son the son is returning. There’s no indication of return, for any reason, in this situation and in many in which the parable is invoked.

“Jesus could have told a parable in which the father went and ran after the prodigal son’s party set shouting, ‘Hey guys! Hey guys! Can I come too? I’m a cool guy too!’ and imagined that perhaps by coming along he would evangelize the party-ers — using words only if necessary (to paraphrase the famous yet bogus St. Francis quote.) He could have told a parable in which the son comes back, unrepentant, and offers to throw a party at the father’s house, making the father an honorary master of ceremonies. He could have told a parable in which the son comes back, the father rushes out to meet him, but the son turns out to only be returning to wash his laundry and borrow some more money.

“However, these are not the parables that Jesus chose to tell…” — The Prodigal Son Doesn’t Mean What You Think It Means