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I love apple pie, don’t you? I think that people who don’t like apple pie are, well, just not American. As American as mom’s apple pie. Danny Thomas even had a joke about a guy coming here from Lebanon, and the first line of English he learned was, “Apple pie and coffee.” The image of mom, the loving, protective female, and the steaming slab of Apple pie, possibly topped with ice cream is forever fixed in the American consciousness. Now I wanna tell you about the first apple pie with a heaping helping of misogyny.
Sun Tzu, when questioned about the means by which a conquest could be converted to a successful occupation, advised that division of the populace along partisan ideological lines was an effective method of breaking up the cohesion of the conquered nation’s culture, a needed step in establishing disorder and reducing the effectiveness of resistance to the inevitable changes to come.
Well, dang! Shut the front door! That pretty well sums up this country following LBJ’s passage of the civil rights bill, and the voter rights act. I believe we covered, however sketchily, the subject of race and hate in The Truth About Hate: The Civil War, but I would like to examine a division of us that predates LBJ, and indeed the civil war by about seven thousand years.
In Genesis, the first chapter of the Christian Bible, the stage is set for understanding the tragedy that was to follow. The section we are concerned with describes the advent of the female of our species; the reason for her being, the method of her creation, and the chain of events leading to the downfall of man and the rending of trust between men and women.
Now, before going any further, let’s consider something we know to be true about our innate hatred of people outside our own tribe; it is inevitable that we will hate people different than us, and few differences are more obvious than gender.
Okay, Woman’s role begins in Genesis, and paraphrasing, the author states that Adam was lonely, Now, I believe that to be a dog whistle for horny; I mean, God made Adam with the equipment to reproduce, and, assuming that there wasn’t anything wrong with the First Man, he most likely was hard to get along with before the advent of woman. This sets the stage for woman’s appearance; Adam needed relief! Yep, that’s the reason for her creation: to play second banana to man, and make nice with him.By the way, if this is beginning to rile you up, see the advisory at the header and stop reading. Nothing exists that cannot be studied in such a way that we understand the influence it exerts on us.
Having established the reason for Eve’s creation, Genesis goes on to describe the means by which Eve was created by explaining that God removed one of Adam’s ribs and created her from that. Again, man is superior to woman, because she was not created by God from the divine element, but rather second hand; kind of like processed food. You know, like peanut butter, or better yet, Spam.
Consider this: once Eve was created, rather than settling into her role as indentured servant (aka Helpmeet), she exhibited a lively interest in her new environment. Eve had a particular interest in an area of the Garden that was forbidden by the creator to know. Now, I don’t know if Adam was so obedient that he was able to quell his interest in the forbidden, or if he was simply as dull as a spoon, but in any event it was Eve who took the step and, having somehow found a snake in the inviolate Garden created by God and maintained by God, took the snakes advice and corrupted herself and then Adam with forbidden knowledge. Steerike one, two, AND three!
Yeah, if you don’t know yet, God kicked em both out. No lawyers yet you see. Myself, I’d have kicked the snake out, but that’s just me. So there you have it. The table is set for hatred. Women are here to serve my needs? Check! They’re not really made like me, so they aren’t technically human? Yep! And, last but not least, their kind committed an offense to the boss, and therefore must be carefully watched and controlled. It’s a trifecta folks! All the reason any man might need to hate women.
By now some of you are beginning to wonder why I write what i write. I’m glad I asked. I write this way for two reasons. One, is that I understand that we little folk are in the greatest danger we have ever been in since this country was wrested from the grip of men made enormous by dint of the fortunes they either possessed or represented. Since the destruction of the safeguards created for the most part by Theodore Roosevelt and his fifth cousin FDR, we have seen the annihilation of those institutions that have safeguarded our freedom and persons. Schools? Who needs them? Safe drinking water? Man up! Glow in the dark kids are cool! Safe roads? Mexico don’t need them. On and on goes the list, and the lines run parallel to the interests of billionaires (those who want to rule the world, and what else is a thousand million dollars good for?), and those who are scrambling to make enough to belong to the gentry. Not much room on that road folks, not much room at all. Put it to you this way: if you work for a living, it doesn’t work for you.
The other reason is this. Much has been made of political correctness on the left. Part of the lexicon of verbiage that is designed to keep otherwise compatible neighbors from getting along with each other. Ah, those left wing panty waist child molesters can’t see the truth because they’re blinded by political correctness. True, but consider this: I had to begin this article with an advisory to folks who presumably have a sufficient store of stones on hand lest their daughters commit adultery, in which case Deuteronomy 22:21 commands them to cast the first stone. That’s ridiculous, and yet for years now those people have been left alone by a risk aversive media who, knowing how vocal those very few people can be, simply avoid offending them. If we can’t talk about things, how on earth will we fix them?
An army of the dead cannot ignore allies, nor can it be partitioned so as to prevent its unified purpose. An army of the dead has nothing to fear…not death itself. Apple pie anyone?