Monday, May 1, 2017

Further Unpopular Thoughts

I know a lot of people who are very upset about the recent election, which is no surprise given that I live in a politically blue state and work in a religious organization that is trendier than thou when it comes to progressive ideology, but I confess to confusion about those who would support the collection of puzzlewits who call themselves "antifa" [aka "anti-fascist"].

There is a radioactive irony when a group that dresses in black, smashes shop windows, and assaults those whom they judge to be "other" describes its actions as anti-fascist.  Please, I know that your education was limited, as most colleges these days are over-priced day care facilities for ostensible adults, but historical ignorance can't excuse your confusion, nor your censorious violence.

It's interesting that the people who "march for climate" often espouse socialism, as if an ideology would alter the climate anymore than would an organized march.  Is concern about one merely an excuse to implement the other?

I've had a number of professional actors in my parishes through the years; it's part of serving parishes in tony communities adjacent to metro New York. While they are generally pleasant, actors are often taken more seriously than they should by fellow parishioners in matters such as plumbing, roof replacement, or parking lot maintenance.  Considering their job is to read words written by someone else while on marks laid out on the floor in masking tape, it's amusing how much deference is given to their artfully expressed ignorance.  "He played that guy on that show that was about that stuff.  We should listen to what he says about the septic tank."

I notice the same thing happens to journalists and the politically involved, too, as they look to actors to serve as apologists and experts on everything from economic policy to climate science and gleefully quote from them and invite them to marches, demonstrations, and banquets.  Being stage struck is virulent and infectious and a bit embarrassing in grown-ups.  Regardless of the reasons behind it, I'm satisfied that the weird tradition of actors and journalists joining together in an annual celebration to give one another awards is now diminished.

Now, if only my seminary hadn't asked some actor to serve as the chairperson of the capital campaign to save the building that housed my dorm room and the dining hall.  It's a privately owned hotel now.