Saturday, August 25, 2007

The Micheal Vick Jealousy Fiasco

"It is fitting that the NFL has suspended him," said Wayne Pacelle, president and CEO of The Humane Society of the United States. "He's now a role model for something terrible, and it's not appropriate that he suit up in an NFL uniform."

The way I see it now, on the heels of the NFL’s suspension of Michael Vick, a big percentage of this debacle is a direct result of jealousy. Vick is an exceptional athlete, an insanely wealthy individual, wildly popular, nice looking, and quite successful as a result of hard work, dedication and resolve. While these things don’t give him a free pass to break the law, they also shouldn’t factor in when it comes to making a decision about his actions. Let me explain.

The sentence quoted at the top annoys me. I’ve never heard of Wayne before, but he seems like a prick. I probably shouldn’t judge him without knowing any more about him than his position and a quote, but then again, that’s about as much as he’s doing to Vick. So, to quote the Holy Bible, and Jesus Christ, “Judge not, that you be not judged. For with the judgment you pronounce you will be judged…” It’s too bad I can’t get quoted on MSNBC and say something like “Wayne Pacelle is a moron, and it’s just not appropriate he be allowed to head the Humane Society any longer.” Why would I say this? Well, I’m sure somewhere along the way Wayne has messed up. Maybe he ran a stop sign, or got a speeding ticket, or perhaps he used profanity once at a soccer game. Fact is, I don’t know. But neither does he know everything about the Michael Vick case. But in spite of that, how does it relate to Vick’s profession as a football star? It doesn’t. Yeah, apparently he goofed. Yeah, apparently he made some poor decisions, not the least of which is choice of friends. But he should never be able to throw a football in the NFL again? Come on. That is blatant jackass jealousy and nothing more. I revert back to the silliness of my hypothetical statement of unfitness concerning Wayne losing his job due to a speeding ticket. It’s absurd, and so is this, so why can’t we see it?

If Michael Vick were a burger flipper at McDonald’s making riding the free bus to work and earning minimum wage, would we be hearing the same things? I don’t think so. It’s because Vick makes an insane amount of money more than those of us in the average category that we want to yank him down from that pedestal. He’s earned that position, and he should be able to keep it.

Now, lest it appear I’m castigating Wayne of the dog pound and winking at the offenses of Michael Vick, I apologize. I’m just peeved and wanted to write an emotional, spurt of the moment post so I can look back on it at a later date and see how it compares to the final judgment. The NFL commish had to make the statements he did, Nike had to drop it’s endorsement, the Falcons had to act as though they were upset, but the truth is every one of those organizations will watch with bated breath the proceedings, and if in fact everything turns out to be less serious than these initial allegations predict, they’ll all, wholesale, jump back on board the Vick train because of the earnings potential. Is that sick? No, I don’t think so. If I could fill stadiums across the country with people who are willing to shell out dollar after dollar on tickets, parking, apparel, food and drink, souvenir, etc., then I’d be worth a multi-million dollar contract. I don’t, therefore I’m living a meager lifestyle at an average wage. And I’m fine with that. I’m trying to make the best of my life, and my career, but I’m not interested in pulling someone who’s reached higher than me down from their post. That’d be jealousy, and that, I’m told, is as cruel as the grave.


***Update***
Here's an interesting take from ESPN contributor Gregg Easterbrook called Vick: Villain or scoundrel...or sympathetic figure?

Thursday, August 23, 2007

The Bourne Ultimatum



"After a three days' search, Webb's body has yet to be found."

That's the fascinating final sentence of the latest in the Jason Bourne saga, The Bourne Ultimatum. I'll not be a spoiler and give the foggiest idea what that means, but I will say that when the narrator read those words, and the screen shifted to a (surprisingly very, very attractive) Julie Stiles, well, her character Nicky Parsons, anyway, I exhaled the phrase, "this is my new favorite movie of the year thus far." Wow! I had kept The Departed as my fav all through the first 7+ months of 2007, but this one blows that great mobster film so far out of the water that it's almost imperceptible on yon horizon. It's def a must see...

Intoxicated On Inspiration

Having experienced both, I have come to believe that some religious experiences are just as intoxicating as alcoholic beverages. Let me explain. As is commonly agreed, drinking a certain amount of alcohol in particular circumstances often results in impaired judgment, reduced inhibitions, and a dulling of the senses alongside the feelings of euphoria. It's not the alcohol itself that creates these effects, but rather the way it is used, or as some might say, abused. Religious experiences affect people in much the same way. Let me just state that by "experience" I am referring to the various areas of religions that adherents encounter. Involvements might be a better word than experiences, such as being involved in the reading of holy books, involved in services and ceremonies, involved in educational meetings, etc. Regardless of the word choice, however, the fact remains that there are a number of similarities between the intoxication of religion and that of alcohol.

What got me started on this vein is a book I picked up earlier this week from an acquaintance of mine in the legal profession. He has a set of six books called Great Religions of Modern Man, and in the volume devoted to Islam (by John Alden Williams) I found a very interesting few lines:

The departure point of the Islamic religion, the central article of faith from which all else flows, may be stated as follows: God (the only God there is: al-Ilah, Allah in Arabic; El, Elohim, Jahweh in Hebrew; Khuda or Yazdan in Persian, Tanri in Turkish...Deus in Latin, God in plain English) has spoken to man in the Qur'an.
This divine communication is seen as the final stage in a long series of divine communications conducted through the prophets. It began with Adam, the first man, who was also the first prophet, because he was the first to whom God revealed Himself.

After Adam, God continued to address men through prophets, to warn them that their happiness lay in worshipping Him and submitting themselves to Him, and to tell them of the terrible consequences of disobedience. In each case, however, the message was changed and deformed by perverse men. Finally, in His mercy, God sent down His final revelation through the seal of His prophets, Muhammad, in a definitive form which would not be lost.

The Qur’an, then, is the Word of God, for Muslims. While controversies have raged among them as to the sense in which this is true—whether it is the created or uncreated Word, whether it is true of every Arabic letter or only of the message as a whole, that it is true has never been questioned by them.

The Qur’an was revealed in Arabic. It is a matter of faith in Islam that since it is of Divine origin it is inimitable, and since to translate is always to betray, Muslims have always deprecated and at times prohibited any attempt to render it in another language. Anyone who has read it in the original is forced to admit that this caution seems justified; no translation, however faithful to the meaning, has ever been fully successful. Arabic, when expertly used is a remarkably terse, rich and forceful language, and the Arabic of the Qur’an is by turns striking, soaring, vivid, terrible, tender and breathtaking. As Professor Gibb has put it, “No man in fifteen hundred years has ever played on that deeptoned instrument with such power, such boldness, and such range of emotional effect.” It is meaningless to apply adjectives such as “beautiful” or “persuasive” to the Qur’an; its flashing images and inexorable measures go directly to the brain and intoxicate it.

It is not surprising, then, that a skilled reciter of the Qur’an can reduce an Arabic-speaking audience to helpless tears, that for thirteen centuries it has been ceaselessly meditated upon, or that for great portions of the human race, the “High-speech” of seventh-century Arabia has become the true accents of the Eternal.”

In my opinion, this is a well-written introduction in the study of Islam, and especially telling is the recognition that the Qur’an plays such a pivotal role in Arabic society. I suppose each of the other six volumes in the set depict their various religious case-studies with much the same regard and fascination. To point it out again, religion is intoxicating.

So, in light of my previous studies, most notably of Dawkins’ book The God Delusion, and my conversations with the authors at Just Wondering and The Chimerical Mind, I’m inclined to welcome the thought that although religion has the potential to be just as destructive as the abuse of alcohol, prohibition is not the best way to prevent the damage. Instead, the decision for me at this point in my life is that religion needs to be taken with moderation and respect, much like alcohol. I’m motivated to look a little further into the Unitarian Universalist ideas of my friend Andy, for the thing I see most attractive in his embracing of that society is, in a word, tolerance.

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Bible Thumpers Beware, We're On To You

It just doesn't cut it for believers who hold the Bible as inerrant and infallible to claim that it's God-breathed, and anyone who suggests otherwise is just a tool of Satan. I think it's about time for a little proof from them. I read this today, and although I've not read the book being reviewed, I might just add it to the list. For years and years I've been told that the important thing when it comes to holy writ is to just trust the "internal evidence" of its Divine inspiration. Namely such verses as "all scripture is given by inspiration of God", among others, that are supposed to make us just step back and say "oh, well that explains it...okay, it's The Word of God, then!". No, I'm afraid that's not good enough.

Not directly related, but similar in thought is a matter that crossed my mind just yesterday. I was driving up the highway (north, thus not down) and I saw a rainbow. I, as I frequently do, recalled the biblical story in which we're told that a rainbow is a "promise" of God not to ever flood the earth again like he did in Noah's day. Now, I was just thinking to myself a big hmmmmm: if God can put together some colors and we're just supposed to know that it means the rain will only last so long, why couldn't He (or She) just spell it out in the sky in words that we can read? I mean, if He (She) is all into communicating via the ethereal parchment, why not go all out and make it real plain and clear? Seriously, if guys can write words in airplanes with smoke coming out the ass end, surely God can spell out a sentence or two that's a little clearer than a half circle of various colors! I don't mean to sound blasphemous (perhaps), but I'm just a bit peeved at how idiotic we can get sometime when religion is concerned. It's Dawkins' undue respect all over again.

Finally amidst the jumbled debris of this post I want to reference the article linked to above and its' reference to snake handlers. I came across this book last week and upon glancing through a few pages was entranced. For one, I've actually (hate to admit it) been in the church in Austin, IN, pictured in this book. They didn't handle any slithering critters when I was there, and for that I'm glad. I also recognized a few of the other towns in eastern Kentucky referenced in the book, having been to them on Gods business in years past. I was interested to note that (and I'm totally paraphrasing) the author suggests that this snake-handling/Pentecostal phenomenon is the result of people turning away from the intellectual approach of the eastern seaboard preachers and embracing a more emotion-driven worship pattern. This then created the rising up of lay preachers among them, and the rest is history...it spread like wildfire. No wonder there is such an aversion to asking questions and actually trying to think things through among so many of them even today...

Finally, part 2, I am reading another Bill Bryson book. This time it's The Lost Continent: Travels in Small-Town America. This guy is quickly becoming one of my favorite light reading authors. A page or a chapter at a time, it doesn't seem to matter as he's always, and I mean ALWAYS, got something hilariously "OMG!" to say. I'm gonna ask for his books for Christmas...