Tuesday, December 8, 2015


Been a while since I posted. But today's a good day to do so. 

No, it's not (directly) about what a loss John lennon was, the tragedy, or even that there have been over a million shooting deaths since 1980. No, this is far more personal. 

I've mentioned it before, but at this time in 1980, I was... young, and very religious. Deep in my fundamentalist pastor's sway, and yeah, Chick Tracts made sense. As did the whole "Rock is evil and a tool of the devil." And, of course, Lennon was one of the "high priests" of this depravity and evil. (I believe - though it's been ages since I've read it, for obvious reasons - something similar was repeated, if not about him than about multiple other bands, in "Backward masking unmasked." A typically hyperbolic, proof-light (especially in the days pre-internet) book about the evils of Rock Music.) 

Regardless. As a contrast between then and now. With that background, when Lennon was killed, I was actually happy. I thought it was good news, even if "the world" was blinded by his satanic was, blah blah blah. 

Yeah. I look back now and wander just what was wrong with me - and realize just what sort of path the people who kill abortion doctors and the like are on. 

Atheism freed me from many things... zealotry being one of them.