There is a popular idea in America which suggests that “devout Christians” are the best people to rule us all. Obviously that is hidden in secret code and hieroglyphics , somewhere in the Constitution. Apparently, though, there is now a special name for this idea! It is called “Demonism” “Dominionism.”
Of the three most plausible candidates for the Republican nomination, two are deeply associated with a theocratic strain of Christian fundamentalism known as Dominionism. If you want to understand Michele Bachmann and Rick Perry, understanding Dominionism isn’t optional.
Put simply, Dominionism means that Christians have a God-given right to rule all earthly institutions.
For believers in Dominionism, rule by non-Christians is a sort of sacrilege—which explains, in part, the theological fury that has accompanied the election of our last two Democratic presidents.
That President Obama just spends too much time at the mosque. Well “Dominionism” might be the technical name for what’s happening with these people, but that is hard to spell, so how about “Crazy.” [The Daily Beast]
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Too many letters in "Dominionism" let's just abbreviate it to "dominoes" They will help each other to tumble over.
How about we just abbreviate it to dumb.
Or if it's Bachman and Perry you're talking about, maybe the ism you're looking for is 'autism.' It would explain a lot.
Please. Don't insult us autists by putting us in the same category as Bachman and Perry.
We might be congenitally self-absorbed, obsessive, lack the ability to naturally intuit the normal human reaction to social situations, and frequently incapable of communicating effectively on any level, but by and large, we'd make way better statesmen than Bachman or Perry.
Apt abbreviation. The founder of Dominoe's Pizza, Tom Monahan, is a dominionist.
And snark aside, not a new word, BB Baby.
Tom was so pissed that Michigan was so hostile to him opening up his glorified bible college in suburban Ann Arbor that he took his one-ring circus down to some Florida swamp.
You know what other religiously inclined leader felt persecuted and took his ideas south to an isolated swamp/jungle?
Cobra Commander?
Jim Jones? (Way far South)
Bingo.
Oh, I know, I know — Klaus Kinski!
Der Zorn Gottes!
Pat Robertson? (Great Dismal Swamp of Virginia).
Simon Bolivar?
Colonel Kurtz?
This has to be the Winner.
Roald Amundsen? Oh, too far south.
Herman Cain libel!
Herman Cain Abel!
Mmmmm, pizza.
"Dominionism" = "Dominoes" = "Domino's" = "Pizza." Therefore, "Herman Cain" = "Dominionism."
Simple, really.
just.blew.my.mind.
Nice try, but Glenn Beck could do it with only two arrows.
Derek and the Dominoes broke up years ago.
Too many letters in "Dominionism". Even their followers agree. Abbreviate it to "USmerkin".
hmm…freak, freak, mormon, mormon, kenyan!
Who needs duck duck goose?
Bachmann, Mittens, Huntsman and Obama = Belgian, Messican, Manchurian, Kenyan!!!
can we even get a Real American here ?
Perry. Oh wait, he's Texan. Nevermind.
"Fraud," "Grifter" and "Bugfuck Crazy" all are easier to spell, and much more true.
I like whack-job but this is a point upon which reasonable people may disagree.
Why come up with a new word, when Godbothering Cuntballs is still available?
Damn, that was going to be the name of my all Jewish senior women punk band!
"Dominionism" or "dominionist" works, I guess, but I prefer noxious Jesus-addled simpleton. Or maybe Christofascist.
Godbag is just as good and easier to remember.
I like that.
Godbaggers works for me. Upfist!
In pejorative bagging order where is godbag WRT dirtbag, douchebag, scumbag, et al?
It's both flattering and nervous-making to receive such a response, Biely. While I eagerly lap up the encomium, I feel nervous about where exactly that fist is headed, and how virtual it really is.
It serves my purposes, that my fistees remain uncertain. It keeps 'em upright, so to speak.
I suggest a vulgar shaggy-dog joke with the punchline: "The Christocrats!"
Christofascist works for me.
If getting oral isn't Christian, sign me up for paganism!
Put simply, Dominionism means that Christians have a God-given right to rule all earthly institutions.
Oh man –
ifwhen one of these assholes is elected president, we are all truly fucked.To quote Conan: "In the year 2000…"
What's the film where Martin Sheen is some crazed Christian and sends bombs that will start a war? He starts out as a rightwing Christian lower level politician(as I remember)
Martin Sheen in Dead Zone used to be my go-to for scary Republican endgame politicians. But if you think back on it it, Stephen King gave the character waaaay too much in the intelligence arena for any of the, ahem, "folks" we got running over there now. NO ONE could have predicted this level of mediocrity though.
And moving to Canada won't be far enough.
When, in summer of 2013, we are on the verge of thermonuclear war with the Chinese, due to us not paying them back for all that shit they sold us, leading to the destabilization of the Chinese government, and rioting in the streets of every major Chinese city, I guess I don't feel comfortable with our President, in last ditch negotiations with said Chinese, bustin' out with the speaking in tongues, breakin' off an "ahm dolla shoppa duh mae molla dahm muh shoppa pop", in front of the desperate, horrified Chinese brass.
I'm just sayin', I'll probly vote for the frightened black guy again.
Didn't you hear the Good News? 2012 is the end of the world as we know it.
So why are they bothering to run for President if it's the end of the world in 2012? Hmmmm?
I know how to use chopsticks, speak a little Chinese and can do sweatshop type labor
"desperate, horrified Chinese brass."
…with thought balloon over their heads "Dese fuckahs cla-zee!!!"
Of course they were horrified- "ahm dolla shoppa duh mae molla dahm muh shoppa pop" translates to "eat American shit, you commie pinko faggots."
"Dominionism" sounds like an S&M term to me, but what do I know — except for what I've seen on HBO's Real Sex series.
Oooo…Dominionatrix.
There actually *is* a site for Christians into S&M and bondage, and I used to visit it occasionally for the lulz. Nothing like some po-faced wifey asking whether it was more "Christian" to use a paddle or a riding-crop on the hubby's saggy flat white bottom. Unfortunately, I've lost track of it.
Just consider the loss a gift to mankind in general and a blessing to your fellow wonketeers.
Where's your sense of adventure, dude or dudine?
I declare, given the power granted to me by no one, that hence forward Michele will be known as "The Dominionatrix".
So mote it be.
I liked Taxi Cab Confessions in Las Vegas. Especially with the hookers with bolt on tits. Interesting technology.
Then how you feel 'bout this: http://www.hookersforjesus.net
Annie Lobert is hawt, although I'm not sure those are her God-given boobies.
I was thinking a bad science fiction movie on the syfy channel – one of those made for TV ones that really suck.
I think I belong to the sect of Submissionism. I just fucking give up.
I've long described myself as Unitarian Apatheticist. No longer give a shit.
I'd ask if I could join your church, but I bet you'd say you don't give a sit.
Dominionism – something Republicans both believe in and pay for on Craigslist.
The words I have to describe them are a little different:
Michele Bachmannn = Mishuganah Shiksa
Marcus Bachmannn = Faygallah
Rick Perry = Putz
Feigeleh may apply to both Marcus and Perry (oh, those names sounds so kyooot together)
True. They're a charming pair of little birds.
sounds like a team of explorers. "In 1832, Marcus and Perry finally reached around to Idaho from Montana via the Big Hole River. It was here they designed their most famous innovation, the Super Tuber."
Sounds like a team of explorers.
Or Super Adventurers.
Close, it starts with a "D", but it is "Delusional".
Yeah, but that describes all Christians – or religious people, period – but they're not all dangerous because of it; just the fundamentalists, whatever the creed.
Good point.
Don't forget the “users”, the hypocrites.
Daft.
Dangerous
Dumbfuck also works and is time honored!
And so satisfying!
A diarrhetic crap by any other name would stink as bad.
Hrmph. Never fit on a marquis, love.
Back when Bill Moyers had a show on PBS, he interviewed a war reporter who wrote a book called "War Defines Us" or something, then the guy–I think his name was Chris something–wrote one about Xian Dominionism and was on Moyers show again. I'd never heard the before, but the important point is that I knew about this winger Xian shit before the new editor, some person with a name that can go girl or boy (makes it a bisexual name, since we're on the subject of Dominionism), wrote about it and I knew it before the wonkeratti, so I win.
But now to the important news: David "You're Welcome" Schuster has been hosting the new Countdown and you know what that means–the new Current is probably going to give him his own show.
He thanked the guests and then they said "thank you" which drives me crazy, of course, and each time he said, "You're welcome," ending the implied contest of who is the most thankful to whom.
My pretend boyfriend is back, bitches!
Time for bed. Let me leave you with one thought to take to bed with you: Republicans should all live in Houston so they can eat shit and die.
With their new water system they can drink shit and die too.
"Republicans should all live in Houston so they can eat shit and die."
We have enough shitty Republicans here, thanks.
Chris Hedges? That guy rules.
Good to see Shuster there. I was disappointed a week or so ago when Rachel announced she had signed a lengthy contract where she's at, was hoping Keith could snag her, too. And I told her so.
Whatever happened to the old, "render unto Ceasar that which is Ceasar's"
Salad is socialist.
and on the other hand, tossing salad is a great example of how Capitalism works.
Oh, they're all for that … it's why they want to be Ceasar.
Jesus was a radical.
Plus he was a brown person.
American Republican Jesus murdered Jesus of Nazarus.
For the tax cuts….
Wasn't Dominoes Pizza enough? Now we have Little Caesar's Pizza, Pizza?
One would think arriere-garde would cover it, and then of course derriere-garde seems to cover up a bit for Marcus and Ricky. But Dominionism seems one kink too far for this decadent librul tool… I didn't know people played with dominoes THAT way. Ewww.
When they start endorsing cutting off the hand that performs a sin and gouging eyes that look at something lustfully, then I will consider not calling them hypocrites.
…and start calling them Wahabis.
I was actually referring to the explicit rules and punishments in Matthew.
…or Texans.
They are actually quite distinct: Bachmann probably is one of those dominatrices, but Perry is just a used-car salesman bullshit artist without a single deeply-held belief of any kind.
except in the greater good of Rick Perry
That said, I do think he's more religiously disciplined and believing than Dubya, who totally used the Christianist base of the party for his own personal gain. If he isn't, he's even better at talking their language than Dubya was, who was himself pretty skilled with the dog whistles.
Dubya was nowhere near that smart… his belief in this shit was probably not too deep, but it was strong enough for others (Cheney, Rummy) to make use of it.
Well, yes, con artists do learn to speak the language of their marks.
Mind you, it's changed enough since I was "inside" that occasionally I have to look up or ask about one of his or Scarah's dog-whistles.
Rick Perry=Herb Tarlek
oh, yes, x1000
I must be tired: I read it as "domination," and thought to myself "come to think of it, Michele does remind me of a cheap paperback novel dominatrix…
I was pretty sure the word was going to be "transvestite."
"Closet cases"?
which explains, in part, the theological fury that has accompanied the election of our last two Democratic presidents.
Yeah, because "Southern Baptist" and "United Church of Christ" may as well be Cthulhu-worship and Confucianism, respectively, as far as these fundies are concerned.
Precisely. In the view of fundies, Catholics and mainline Protestants are actually worse than atheists.
As I tell Catholics who agree with the fundamentalists; you realize that they don't think you are really a Christian, don't you?
Back in the late seventies when I was "inside", there was a LOT of really overt anti-Catholicism. (It's what got me to make my final break in the early eighties, after college.) There seems to be some tolerance in pro-life and other conservative cause circles, and there are sure a number of Catholics around who want to be their own kinds of fundies, but a lot of them sure think that Catholics aren't "real" Christians.
And they despise Mormons.
Well, usually they're pretty cool with Southern Baptists, as they're one of the handful of denominations that enshrine oppression of women and gays as part of their main tenets, but not social justice*. Which is actually why Clinton and Carter were part of this movement, more recently, and seem to identify more closely with the Baptist movement at large, rather than the Southern Baptist denomination.
*An interesting historical note and explanation on this point is that Southern Baptist split from the Baptists in the 1840's more or less specifically over the issue of slavery. The Baptists, as with virtually every other evangelical denomination of the day, viewed the owning of other human beings, like property, to be inconsistent with their faith, and among other things, barred slave-owners from the clergy. This angered the Southern Baptists, who split from the rest of the Baptists and rewrote their articles of faith to make slavery okay. For some reason, they still consider themselves to be all the same denomination, today :-/
Correction noted.
That New Baptist Covenant sounds pretty socialisty, so it's no surprise that the Dominoes consider them to be non-Xtian.
pssst. day 16. brain mechanic brought you up by name ('I imagine Dewey's been telling you…') yesterday. Ha!
FUCKIN AWESOME DUDE (I hope I didn't say that out loud) I'm famous, eh? He knows that I'm imaginary, right? I got to tell the whole group of court-mandated felons at my group therapy all about you and my other imaginary friends.
Do you feel human yet?
I just wrote my sister the obligatory "I realize it's been way too long since I gave you an update" update. True story (which has nothing to do with berries): my sister was in town visiting, oh about a month before everything fell apart, and naturally I was trashed the whole time and fell asleep on the couch as we were getting ready to go to dinner. I basically missed her entire week-long visit, due to drunkenness. This is one of the things that's hardest for me to admit, even now, and one of the items on the list of my wrongdoings that Mrs Dewey showed me after she threw me out of the house and then later let me come back once I had a plan for recovery, but which I didn't necessarily remember, 'cause I was drunk.
Anyway, I wrote to her (my sister) as I was taking the plunge, and she wept for me and thanked me for being honest. I wrote to her again this past weekend, with decidedly much better news, and she thanked me profusely for still being honest. Sobriety is starting to become its own reward.
I hope it is for you, too.
From the Big Book:
Those who do not recover are … men and women who are constitutionally incapable of being honest with themselves.
So here goes.
I fucked up. I confessed to my group tonight; I confessed to Mrs. Dewey. Now I am confessing to you.
It so happens that being out of town on a work junket, away from my family, at dinner with a powerful and charismatic research engineer, is a trigger. I found myself (or rather, the Beast found itself) in a situation for which I had not prepared, and it gained the upper hand. The charismatic gentleman wielded the bottle; he was in control of it, and apparently of me. I have had no trouble at all declining drinks offered by my friends. This was somehow different.
I saw that will power and self-knowledge would not help in those strange mental blank spots.
I felt paralyzed, and I didn't know how to get out of it. Very little, perhaps 4 oz, of wine was consumed; the amount hardly matters. I had finished my Antabuse prescription a few days before, but there was enough left in my system to produce an unpleasant reaction. I got through dinner and back to the hotel, ashamed and with an intractable headache. That was Tuesday evening, and there has been no recurrence.
But there was always the curious mental phenomenon that parallel with our sound reasoning there inevitably ran some insanely trivial excuse for taking the first drink. Our sound reasoning failed to hold us in check. The insane idea won out.
My group was helpful. They said to think of this as a gift in the form of an object lesson in how the monster will seize control, find an excuse, annihilate my best intentions. I escaped with relatively little lasting harm, and with less fear of saying "no, thank you" next time.
I fucked up, and it only took 6 weeks.
Ah, space to breathe! Think I already stuck something about today's session…with Mrs. Owls…in here already, but so what…I'll do it again. It was tough, overall it's been a rough, rough day. Head mechanic says this is generally the worst of it: weeks 3 and 4. I'm at 18 now, and will only be at 28 when she returns home. I'm excited and scared to death. What if it's just too much and I slip?? She's already said, that's it if you do. Finito. I need to go to bed…and I need a hug really badly.
This is a big step, and portentious. You've had a face-to-face, and one in which you didn't kill each other. Perhaps reconciliation is possible.
Don't start planning how you're going to rationalize slipping, or how Mrs Owls will react if you do. It sounds as though her returning is both terrifying and important. But that's not why you're getting sober. You're getting sober because you need to do it. It's great that she's "giving you another chance", and possibly because of the hard work that you've already done. It is critical, however, that you try to decouple her return from your sobriety. As DustBowl pointed out, the minute you pin your success to her, you've set yourself up for an excuse to relapse if some aspect of her return doesn't work out. You're getting sober for Owls, because that's what Owls needs. And if Mrs Owls can celebrate that with you, that's fabulous. I find it a little troubling that she's already threatening you.
I heard about the 4-week rough patch. Mine happened a little later.
well how fucking appropriate, a 40 page missive of rants and pleas and tears just short of being submitted…gonzo. so here's the abbreviation. first, dewey, what can I say. we know the beast ever lurks, we know there's never a moment, a sliver of opportunity, the tiniest bit of momentary weakness that it was seek to tear open. Pick your ass up Dewey, and remember, that makes me with 19 days the top dog now, reigning champion of the hopeless challenge. in all seriousness, you're probably feeling like you let people who are pulling for you down, maybe even me. but you didn't and you never will. we are, all of us, fragile, unique and worthy of love and compassion. and that will never change.
on my front, things are turning for the worst…inconsolable crying jags in public places., terror that my physician will ratchet down my dosage to a point where i am suffering needlessly just so protocols (not actual individually tailored treatment) will be unsettled in any way. I keep hearing of the ominous and terrible 'weeks 3 and 4' and I am just starting week three and things are falling apart. Oh, one last thing on your comment about Mr's Owl's 'threat'…I greatly misconveyed the nature of that, it was in fact a mutually agreed recognition that she'd move out for an indeterminate time for both of us to see whether i could and would get sober. If not, we both still love each other enough to not want to continue a marriage that produces nothing but pain. so that, i hope, frame the issue in a rather different light.
Stay strong, my friend, we're in each other's corners for good times and bad. So here's a slap on the head, a splash of water, towel rubdown and a, "get back in that damn ring and keep fighting. he's weaker than you and just go in a lucky punch. now you know what to look out for. kick some ass, Kid Dewey!"
**Ding Ding**
I still get the tears whenever I get anywhere near the idea of assessing all the hurtful and moronic things I must have done during the dark days. I told my therapist the story of my sister, and visibly broke down about it. I also told her about The Mistake. She could see that I was unhappy about something when I walked in. And now that makes four, and so I'm done confessing about this misstep for now. Let it go. How do we go forward from here?
She and I agreed that, whereas I could say that technically it has now only been 3 days since alcohol has touched my lips, it has still been 7 weeks since I abandoned the destructive, selfish, expensive behavior that I am trying to overcome. The clock did not necessarily start over this week. The clock is an asshole. Don't listen to the clock.
I'm not so much concerned that I've disappointed anyone. People who care will understand, and fuck the rest of them. I'm more disappointed in myself, for having fallen into such an obvious trap. I'll stew about it for a couple days and then get over it.
You're right — I totally oversimplified the "threat" thing. I'm glad to hear that it's mutual and not antagonistic. I hope your home becomes a safe and comfortable zone where your recovery can proceed.
Regarding weeks 3 & 4: you can see that all my predictions about when such-and-such would happen were clearly wrong in your case. The coming weeks could be inherently difficult, or they could be an aggregate behavior/mythological milestone. Who knows? I can empathize with the loss of the medical safety net that's coming. (Is the mechanic looking into treating the "condition" that you mentioned? Having the proper medications for that may remove the perceived need to medicate it yourself.) I can super-empathize with the angst of the return to the classroom. The last time you were there, you had a bottle of oblivion waiting for you when you got home. There may be some rather strong trigger-associations lurking around. The fact that these things are happening during these ominous weeks 3 & 4 is probably not reassuring. On the other hand, that prediction could be just as wrong as mine were.
Thanks for the reassurance — your words were like a razorblade to my swollen eyelid. Now, at least, I can see my opponent…
This is actually in reply to Owls, though, hey, it's for both of you: Sometimes I think Kid Zoom (I like it; that's his moniker here from now on) just may be an advertisement for the efficacy of the mental health profession–or at least a plausible reply to Philip Larkin. My ex and I are in agreement that while we're both neurotic, we're neither of us as crazy as our parents, and we'd like to think that Kid Zoom just might be somewhat less fucked up than we are, or at least fucked up in innovative creative ways. He's a child with a great deal of nift, and I frequently reflect that, for all my other failings in life, being his dad has been both a huge privilege and the one thing I've gotten pretty much right–and he's an easy kid to be a good parent to, if that makes any sense. God knows just having him around makes me want to be a better human being.
One more bit of bragging on my kid. For my birthday in 2010, he got me a copy of David Sedaris's most recent book, and went to a reading by Sedaris here in Boise to get the book signed. During the Q&A, Kid asked a question about how Sedaris handles the stress of readings, something like that, and the way he asked it really tickled Sedaris… So then when Kid is in line to get the book signed, he's given a card to fill in with the name of the person the book should be inscribed to, writes my name, and hands it to Sedaris. Assuming that the name is Kid's, Sedaris starts writing "To Dok, thank you for" (probably was going to be something about the question) and Kid interrupts him, saying, oh, no, actually, this is for my dad. So Sedaris finishes the thought: "having sex." Once in a while, I remind Kid that his existence has been endorsed by a Major American Humorous Essayist.
Ypu realize. of course that you've become immortal.You have shaped, and molded and simply watche Kid Zoom turn into the extraordinary person he is. Now, as he moves through life, he carries a great deal of you inside him. Take a simple teaching of "do good, help people who need it" will someday see him in a situation where a scraggly person screws on his most innocent face and ask for $10 for gas money then begin to spin a tale of woe and desperation, but before he gets very far, Kid Zoom hands him a $20 and sincerely wishes the man good .luck He know that the man will almost certainly buy booze or drugs with the money, but what it, just what if his story was true? That's you Dok, he's carrying you. And someday, he'll have a child of his own, a precious girl called Kitty Zoom. And as Kid raises Kitty, he'll do so with support, respect adventure and love..just like he was raised. Then Kitty, when she's a beautiful young woman marries her sweethart and not too long after…well you guessed it. In honor of his great-grandfather, he'll be christened Dok, Jr. And you will live on in him. The connecting rope will fray over time, but the core cable that you passed forward will reamain strong…forever. You, Doktor Zoom, are an Immortal for good.
If you don't like Dominionism, try Dominionism Wow!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_BEZaPN8gUY
My buddy Jeebus??
It's all a ScamWow, ya axe me.
i had a far left conspiracy theory type friend (still do actually) who was constantly sending me warnings about dominionism back in late W days.
come to think of it, she was also the first person to say 'america isn't ready for a black president and if he wins, they'll make his life hell'.
huh.
What threw the Domionist infiltration of the Bush campaign (and then the administration) for a total loop was the influence of Cheney. Cheney – a kind of strange and nonsensical mix of both libertarian and fascist – kept that shit in check, oddly enough.
I'll bet your friend has too good a track record to be a professional pundit. (Have we had Lawrence O'Donnell's mea culpa for claiming Tim Pawlenty as the victor yet?)
this should go well.
The really funny thing is, when the 'dominion' verse of Genesis occurs, is before the creation of Christians.
Or Jews.
Probably even before Gilgamesh and Agga (sp?).
It's pretty clear, looking at it in just the context of that chapter (for those who try and apply formalistic analysis to myth and parable), that it applies to all humans. Even bad ones.
Stick that in your Christian nation and smoke it, Zealots.
In that case, I too believe that government and other institutions should be run by humans.
Which leaves out Bachmann.
Why not just use the name of their party, the Taliban?
GOD WARRIORS = American Taliban
In other words, Perry/Bachmann wish to reestablish the Caliphate.
Dodominionists
We wish.
Eggs-stinked indeed.
Dada, also.
It's not a new fancy word, but as an escapee from Fundyland who's been studying it and trying to educate about it since 2004 … I'm delighted that it's finally getting mainstream media attention and airplay.
I'm not sure about the new fancy words and all, but I can think of some pretty good old fashioned ones for them…
BTW, the use of the word Dominionism isn't all that new, and was more recently resurrected to speak of Sarah Palin's VP run.
Which explains her bizarre career attempts in each of the Seven Mountains genre:
(1) Business; snowmobile shop where she schtooped the business partner. Check.
(2) Government; City Councilwoman, Mayor, failed Lt. Gov run, half-term Gubernatorial stint, failed VP running-mate bid. Check.
(3) Media; we all know this, she is a journalist after all. Check.
(4) Arts and Entertainment; hosted an odd aggregate interview show where she didn't actually interview anyone. Hated it and it showed. Comedy routine on Leno? Ouch. Wrote two books? Arguable, but – check.
(5) Education; five colleges in six years and managed to cobble together enough credits for a degree. Check.
(6) Family; keeps comin and comin. Check.
and (7) Religion. Talks God, manages to avoid Jesus and never goes to Church but is put on the cross by herself and her supporters. Check.
As for Arts & Entertainment, remember how they tried to put a fundy actress in on Studio 60 on Sunset Strip? We are in for a righteous ride!
http://www.christianpost.com/news/holy-wood-bolst...
Christ on a fucking crutch. Replace "good Xtians" with "good party man" and it's the communists except twice as dumb.
Dumbinionism!
This is totally different to the treatment of Dhimmi in Islam. No, really, totally different. Imposition of a higher law and a set of Christian rules on a secular populace is totally different.
Gah.
My understanding was that Dominionism was just a term used to explain their desire to use up every single last natural resource.
Am I thinking of something else, or did it expand like a mega-church?
That's in there too, for sure.
That was my understanding of it too, but I think the two go hand in hand.
I'm sure this Dominionism includes some kind of atheist death camps that will speed up our inevitable trip to hell cause that's what Jesus would do.
Rick Perry also knows the power of Corndogging. http://www.flickr.com/photos/iowapolitics/6045969...
And that was his first bite.
Ack! Haha. Got anyone else? I hear Lindsey Graham will pay top dollar for a similar image of Joe Lieberman.
If Marcus sees that he'll get all wet!!!1!!
Somebody Blingee that, for freedom please.
Holy shit! Seriously…who deepthroats a corndog?
Linda Lovelace?
It is good that this term is finally getting some play. Still, I wonder if 'Holy Nazi' or simply 'God Nazi' might be catchier.
National Crucifism?
I'm going to go with "Xtards".
Crusader-Americans.
Dildominionists.
Dodecaminionists: people who believe in the twelve apostles.
Dodecapinionists: people who only ride twelve speed bikes.
Dodecapieonists: people who put twelve toppings on their pizza.
nice
Dodecaptionists: fast typists fluent in twelve languages.
Look Hopey's balls appear to be descending….
http://news.yahoo.com/obama-spars-tea-party-activ...
Obama's got his new "Joe" the "plumber".
I was hoping he would punch that guy in the throat (or balls) but it's a start.
Well, save for kind of unintentionally throwing Biden under the bus. There is absolutely no first-hand proof that he ever called them terrorists, so no one should be saying basically "oh yeah. Well, you said…" It kind of validates something we don't even know if its true. It puts the two on the same playing field, when the president shouldn't be giving anything further than he absolutely has to, anymore.
But, yeah, glad he said all the rest. He really doesn't have much of a choice. Kind of sad that even after exchange when they interviewed the pig-faced SOB and he's still like "yeah, he's a socialist." What a bunch of repugnant trolls.
I wish he would just pull out a list of all the racist crap and pictures that have circulated and all the unbelievably, appalling stuff that is said about Michelle and even the children, who were referred to , by some eejit on Yahoo News yesterday, as the Nigglets.
I know exactly what you mean. I really do want him to do that. It wouldn't be him looking petty, either. He doesn't even have to complain or cry about it, just kind of cooly make it known very publically what's being said about him, but I'm talking a full rundown. It'd really kind of tamp down on the silly accusation that the president is being "mean" or he's not being "civil".
I bet he would feel so much better if he did that!
<a href="http://tpmdc.talkingpointsmemo.com/2011/08/obama-on-perry-ill-cut-him-some-slack.php?ref=fpbhttp://tpmdc.talkingpointsmemo.com/2011/08/obama-… />Feeling his oats?
He should publish some of the racist letters and e-mails I'm sure he gets from the wingtards, although now that I think about it, the wingtards will say the letters and e-mails were sent by liberals to smear them. Arguing with teatards is the ultimate waste of time and brain cells.
" the activist later told reporters that he believed that Obama was indeed a socialist."
God, where do the disgusting toads crawl out form? Look at that smug fuck. He's like a Breitbart who dyes his hair.
Scumbag.
I am so glad he's pointing out some of the things he's been called. This high-minded "be the best we can" approach would work great if the opposition were not batshit crazy.
if Obama sees his balls' shadow, the balls will retreat back into his body and we'll have six more years of the current political climate.
Reggie Love needs to make sure that the sun always shines on the First Sac.
i'll never think of Strategic Air Command the same way again.
I have been stuck in this hellhole for close to two decades now.
Humid, ugly, soulless – what's not to love?
Historicat I am so sorry, that place made me feel suicidal after about 4 days!
Mobile, Alabama is the worst place. It rains CONSTANTLY there. You could cut the humidity with a knife and the smell from the paper mill is horrible.
I still vote for Houston or Swindon in the UK for vilest place on the planet.
I'd vote for Houston because in Swindon you can still buy McVIties Chocolate wholemeal biscuits and rhubarb yogurt. Houston has no redeeming qualities
I comfort myself when I'm feeling low by remembering that George W. and Glenn Beck both live in Dallas now.
If you want to give the world an enema, Houston would be just about top of my nominee list of locations for tube insertion. I decided after I served my last sentence there (1995) that I would only return there for work if offered high six figures and was provided with house with full staff and (most important) car with driver. Despite the nice Museum of Natural Science or whatever the fuck they call it, it's a pestilential shithole and the drivers are gigantic assholes, almost as bad as the Kuwaitis.
That President Obama just spends too much time at the mosque
have you seen Obummer eating during daylight lately? no?
that because he is observing Ramadan! Wake up, sheeples !!
And if he did, he's just practicing Taqiyya, which is further proof of his muslinnism! Yay for unfalsifiable beliefs!
Oh, and if Michelle Obama was eating during daylight with him, that proves that she's fat, also too.
And he always has to turn to the east to see his teleprompter.
Dominionism? Is that some kind of crazy Latin? Speak American, dammit!
First they take over Baseball, then Government….
♪ ♫ Ave Sharia…♫ ♬
Kowtows and leaves the room backwards . . .
Major thumbs up from this recovered Catholic. But SB, keep your eyes peeled for Sister Caligula and her ruler nunchucks.
WIN
I am in Awe-vay SBeer-a!
Dominionism = ihavethebrainsofatoadism
What did toads ever do to you? unless you meant Toad like Toad Palin.
Dominionism = herpes, not herps.
Yeah, sorry, this is not really a new fancy word, but the shoe sure as hell does fit. And it speaks directly to the need of Obama's crazy ass fundie critics to have another rationale to attempt to invalidate his leadership: "He's not fit to be my president, because he is not an observant Christian."
It's 100% bullshit.
Of course, Palin and family being "too busy" to go to church is A-OK.
The Founding Fathers didn't put "The official religion of the United States is Christianity" in the Constitution, but the Dominionists know they were thinking it!
A local bidnizz owner here has, among his many bumper stickers,
"The US is a Christian Nation
Supreme Court–1892"
Guess whose bidnizz gets none of MY money…
That kind of paleotelepathy is de rigueur* among TP'ers.
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* using French in case they're reading this
Tea Party = dinosewers.
the guy who owns Blockbuster, or did, is a big supporter of this nonsense.
Another reason to love Netflix!
Whenever you order a pizza from Dominos, think "Dominionism." That pizza pie you're scarfing is helping The Cause. Literally.
Damnit. So Dominos is out, Pappa Johns was already out… where the hell am I supposed to go for my shitty pizza-like food substitute fix?
Pizza Pizza just moved into our little town, and set up shop 2 doors down from Papa John's, right across the street from Dominos and Round Table. It's a veritable pizza convergence.
I thought that whackjob sold it a couple years back.
Crazy works for me. But more like fucking, terrifyingly crazy.
♫ Dominion
Submission
Idiots appear. ♪
put me in the backseat and they took me for a ride…
We in New Jersey wish Rick Perry would stop praying for rain. Or, at the least, he could be more specific in his geography. Damn home schoolling I bet.
As the flooding increases I hope Gov. Christie makes the Supreme Sacrifice and a couple hundred of us can use his bloated carcass as an island.
When you build your ark, please make sure you put two people from every Jersey Shore rock band on it.
So, it's creepin' Sharia, but for Jesus? This makes Bachmann and Perry more of a secret Muslin than NObama! No wonder Allen West cannot comprehend the COEXIST bumper stickers.
So. Now we know who wants to institute Sharia. Thanks Rick and Michele.
Demonism works for me-
http://wallpapers.free-review.net/12__Little_Demo...
Explains her eyes anyhow…
“Dominionism” might be the technical name for what’s happening with these people, but that is hard to spell, so how about
“Crazy"Batshit Crazy – there fixed.Domasses.
I swear, there's not a iota of difference between right wing Christians, wassabi mooslims and radical zionists except for a few items on their breakfast menu. Honestly send them all to another planet and let them fight it out or whatever the hell they want to do.
Right on
Any time I have a stuffed up nose, the sure cure is a big ol' handful of wassabi mooslims…they'll cut through your snot like an IED on market day!
How can something so wrong be so funny? They may send you to Hell for it, but you'll get high-fived when you get here.
Yeah, I get these e-mails raging against something about Muslims. I usually just replace the word Muslims with Xtians, it loses nothing in its meaning, and send it back to the sender and their rest of the recipients.
the volume of those e-mails have greatly decreased.
what's wrong with "batshitcrazy"?
This would replace the Idiotcracy with Batshitcrazyocracy.
These people deeply, deeply scare me.
I can't believe I am going to say this, but I hope Romney wins the nomination. I'll take a magic underwear-wearing, grandson of a polygamist who thinks Native Americans are the lost tribe of Israel and that baptizing dead people is ok to this other crazy shit.
Mormons are less scary.
Be careful what you hope for. Utah is a virtual theocracy. I'd hate to see that go nationwide…
You've never lived in Utah, have you, VaWyo.
But just consider a moment – people so convinced that their religion is The Only True Way that they even baptize dead people, lest great-great-granpa be marooned along with all the rest of us Damned?
As opposed to Born-Again Fundamentalists-people so convinced that their religion if The Only True Way that they are willing to cause dead people for performing medical procedures?
I'll say it again, they took everything that was already unabashedly wrong with Christianity, resurrected some of its most arcane practices, and then actually found a way to make it even worse and even more strange. That's quite an impressive feat.
Mormons are weird (and I bet 90% of 'em don't take the fables seriously), but relatively harmless. I'll take baptizing the dead over killing the unbaptized, any day.
I thought the word was going to be hubris: "Hubris often indicates a loss of contact with reality and an overestimation of one's own competence or capabilities, especially when the person exhibiting it is in a position of power."
Yup. Fits Bachmann and Perry to a T.
Smells like Elitism with a strong sense of entitlement….
"Put simply, Dominionism means that Christians have a God-given right to rule all earthly institutions. "
Particularly corndogs.
I'd like to see Dominionism in Israel. Otherwise, go away.
Ooo, with zombie Howard Cosell and Roger Staubach doing the play-by-play.
That's the whole plan, Snoop … when Jeebus comes back, he's supposed to set up shop in Jerusalem, and then the Xtards get to rule the world for 1,000 years.
(It's going to seem like longer.)
I comforted myself, when I lived there, by having a really steamy affair with someone from CBS News!
Well there is some good in almost everyone. . . .
La mecanica is telling me I'm in the middle of nastytown and that with luck I will see the "Now Leaving Nastytown: Stay the Fuck Away." signs around the 3-4 week mark.Not putting much energy into thinking about that since I've abolished the future tense for the time being. Still, trains are barreling my way…classes start a week from today…Mrs. Owls actually moves by in on the 28th, which terrifies me. But right now, it's 830pm, I'll poop around and maybe eat (serious lack of interest, but taking all the vitamins an doing best I can)
Do I feel human yet? No. Nothing but torpor and near complete absence of interest in anything at all. I do feel human, of course, to you felonious frat-boys. so send 'em a big owly huzzah from East Torporville. And as ever, thanks and i'm immensely happy and proud for you. Abrazos, owls
Keep coming back.
Mrs Owls is coming back? I'm not sure how congratulatory I should be; a guarded 'woo-hoo. that's great?' seems in order.
You are terrified now. But you were devastated when she left. Which is worse? I only went 3~4 days of missus-lessness, and it was horrifying. I was a wreck. We've been married 16 years, and are totally and fatally co-dependent.
For you, the separation has been what? 4 months now? That's rough. Jane Dewey and I went 3 months apart once, out of necessity (her mother was dying). At the end of that, she came back home. 3 months was apparently long enough for each of us to become accustomed to our independence, and it took twice that length of time to re-adjust to living together again. Just be mindful of that. Use your new non-resentment policy to overlook all that petty shit that would have driven you nuts two weeks ago. Patience. The Long View.
Hug.
AWESOME AVATAR!!!!
Yeah, definitely a mixture of exhilaration and mortal dread about 'the return.' We've been married 24 years, though we've be de facto separated within the same house for probably five years or so. That should mitigate a bit of the shock. Nonetheless, it's gonna be a big whammy at a time when my roots are still pretty shallow. Like you say: Big Picture, Live the Hour, Keep centered.
Strap in tight, it'll be a wild ride. Might be the only time in my life that being a stubborn-ass Mick will actually be a virtue!
Peace friend.
I pucker in anticipation of your virtual raining fists.
Jeebus Kriminy, I am proud of both of you. You might be surprised that the annals of Dewey and Owls are a topic of hopeful supportive conversation among the Zoom clan as well–you guys have a bright 14-year-old pulling for you, and I've also mentioned you to my ex, in the context of how surprising and gratifying it is to realize just how far-reaching our networks of friends can be. As I've mentioned here, she just started chemo (breast cancer, detected early, excellent prognosis), and she is surrounded by people who, unable to actually MAKE HER BETTER, are falling all over themselves to help in any other tangible way they can find.
So, just sayin'–you both have a long of imaginary friends who are thinking of you, however abstract such good thoughts may be in terms of assistance.
I told Mrs Dewey about you and your brave and important endeavor. Her reaction was "Wow. You guys talk about that? On a politics site?" I said "yeah, mostly on the weekends" and I took her through the whole story from July 4th to the present, and how helpful everyone has been. At first she was worried about the traceability of this to my actual identity, but I assured her that we are reasonably well anonymized, and besides, nobody (other than Poopyhead2B) really cares to find out. She gave me a bemused look of "Okay, I guess I approve".
Speaking on behalf of one half of the Dewey & The Owls vaudeville act, I can assure you without hesitation that 'imaginary friends..thinking of you' have brought genuine life-saving assistance to me at least To my role model Dewey as well, I suspect. Please, please welcome your ex to our little "Fuck You, Death" sewing circle, where we reach up our hands when we need a pull up those long, steep stairs and reach down for any outstretched hands, even if we don't feel strong enough or wise enough to provide much of a pull up.And tell the bright 14-year old that beyond some perhaps interesting melodrama, that she/he is learning a great deal about the frailty lurking in all of us, and the surprising decency and compassion that communities such as this are capable of despite the toxic climate (which is manufactured) around us. And dear, bright compassionate person, I am hereby dedicating my DAY 17 OF SOBRIETY to you in thanks. And Dok, you are having a logarithmic multiplier effect on 'good' in our world, and that is something that genuine saints do. Abrazos de gratitud y solidaridad!
Dewey and Owls at Tanagra.
The Beast at Tanagra.
Dewey and Owls on the Ocean.
I'm just going to wait for Owls, who is a more accomplished wordsmith than I am, to say something profound and poignant and then I'll copy that.
But seriously. It gives me a slight sad to imagine how a 14-year-old responds to this. And an immense happy that she's apparently mature and wise enough to be able to pass along her good wishes. Little Susie Dewey (age 4) is old enough to know that I was sick, and that I got some medicine that is making me better. That mostly satisfied her insatiable need to know in a way that fit with her understanding of the world.
Cheers to you, your Ex, and your brave and wise teenager.
The bright 14-year old is pretty chuffed at being mentioned, and he wishes you an excellent Day 18 and beyond.
Ah, the 14 year old is a pretty empathetic guy, always has been, and he is remarkably clear-eyed and nonjudgmental about human frailties. Plus, he's a sucker for stories of people who are facing adversity and hanging on.
Glad to hear that your sprog has a framework for making sense of some of this–and just think, as time passes, she'll have a sober dad to help her grow up! You're a mensch, sir, and I admire your tenacious humanity.
Wordsmith?
Me of the "poopyhead" and "Palin Hookworm Conjecture" fame?
Wish I had your dictionary…it sounds sweet!
Empathy is a precious, precious gift and also a tremendous, tremendous burden.
Hello kiddo, its' Day 18 and you, your dad, my soulmate Dewey and countless others are lending us a hand. I was in therapy, with Mrs. Owls, and I told her about you, kiddo. And Dewey, and everyone. I cried like a baby with gratitude. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Now that required a good deal of research.
As a side benefit(?), I discovered that certain Trekkies are quite clinically insane.
Yeah, but it was worth it, right?
Trekkies most certainly are insane. But I am a dilettante with regard to Trekkism. Trekkism has not rendered my life unmanageable. And I don't spend $200/week on Trekkism. I can stop anytime I choose.
Oh, you ironic bastard, you
How you doing?
This thread is becoming to narrow (typesetting-wise, not philosophically). I am in search of a wider venue.
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Congratulations, Owls–you left the most garrulous 14-year old in the vicinity speechless, teary-eyed, and grinning. He also thinks it's pretty amazing that such a close network of friends can spring from "a little politics blog."
Ad astra per aspera, poopyhead!
Kiddo? My father, for reasons of his own demons, systematically destroyed my dreams, hopes and self-esteem during my childhood. This is one, just one, of the reasons I hid in a bottle for the last 35 years. For a wonderful young soul who knows me only through a collection of demented smart-alecks, for you to think i have value, that i'm worthy of support…that is one of the most powerful pillars of support anyone could ask for starting out on this epic, hard journey. So thank you Kid Zoom, from the bottom of my heart. And double thanks to you Dok, not only for your support but for bringing such a good and decent person into this world and nurturing his gifts and dreams. Thank you both.
Real reply below, where there's more room…
Everything you say is true and real…which is why it is likely gibberish to folks not in THE SITUATION. To them, sorry, we'll try to just lurk in back alley threads like this.
For Dewey, you got it exactly right. You reacted positively and strongly to what amounts to a .002% contamination of a huge 7 week barrel. You tripped, you told everyone you tripped, you award yourself a time to be angry at yourself, then you get up grim-faced and keep walking. Walking to your daughter's first day of school, walking to her high school graduation, then walking as she gets that university degree she worked so hard for. You just keep walking. Right up until the day your daughter gets married, and pulls you aside at the rehearsal and says, "Thank you Dad. You've always been my hero and you made me who I am."
That's where and why you're walking, because of the wonderful, soul-restoring gifts that you'll get along the way. All paid for by sobriety.
That is why Dewey walks. And I am behind him, watching, learning and walking toward my sobriety-bought gifts. You're my hero Dewey, and we'll walk together.
And now I'm crying all over again.
I think she already knows what I've stopped doing, in her cute, precocious way, and she thanks me wordlessly every day, with smiles and wonder. I was pouring myself one of those Fancy Ginger Ales the other day, and she said
"Daddy? That's not wine, is it?"
"No, it's just ginger ale."
"Good."
Freaked my shit right out, when I realized that she already knew, and she was cool with that.
Forgiveness is the antithesis of resentment. If I am to live without resentment, I must embrace forgiveness, including self-forgiveness. My PsILF was making a big point of that, yesterday.
And so we carry on, Owls and Dewey on the Ocean. Just needed to throw that jellyfish back before it stung anyone.
Oh, and look downthread. Dok left you a Kid Zoom message that you should see.
Amen, brother. One more illustration of how we are born good, we forgive without resentment as you saw. We only become broken when the world gets its hands on us.
Relish that moment forever
Dewey, Dok, et. al.
Owls is in a really bad place right now. Day 23, so fucking what. I want to stop crying everywhere always. I started teaching today, it was a disaster. Two minutes in to my friggin' 100 student INTRO class I'm bawling and trying to explain that their beloved prof for the next 16 weeks will be an unstable, wobbly crybaby who has the attention span of a fruit fly. And anywhere else? Buy smokes? Weep Get bread? Sob. I don't know who or what the fuck I am except an endless bowl of tears. I just want it to go away…please. I fucking stopped already…please just some peace. i did what you wanted. Day Fucking 23…so fucking what?!
http://www.theonion.com/articles/man-somehow-over...
It sounds like you need to talk to your sponsor. We may have reached the therapeutic limit of intensedebate. Call me, TONIGHT, DAMMIT. I'll be awake for awhile.
You know what? Nothing at all shameful about being upfront with the students about this–hell of a lot more honest than pretending everything is Happyland, and FAR preferable than trying to teach while in denial and/or drinking.
Not exactly analogous, but back during grad school, my wife (my first marriage, not Kid Zoom's mom) was severely head-injured when she was hit by a van, and was in a coma for more than 3 months. I had a teaching assistantship and let my students know that I was barely functioning, and that they could expect that there would be days when I was in the classroom but not really there. And they were pretty much cool with it–still a bunch of doofy first-year-composition students, but human, damn it, and entirely capable of handling–and learning from–a teacher who let them know that his life was a bit full up at the moment. And goddamn it, you are still the same good teacher that you've always been.
Dewey is right that you should call your sponsor and him, but from my perspective, you're doing OK, tears and all, and of course it hurts. Doesn't mean it's not worth doing. Day 23–so what? It's one past Day 22, and that, sir, is noble in itself.
Failing that,
-Get a grad student to cover your lectures, at least the freshman ones. I'm sure you have some sick days.
-Go find a fucking meeting. Go every day if you have to.
-Go back and reread DBB's "intervention" — she knows what the fuck she's talking about.
I'd much rather do this on the phone. Make it happen. Call me before you get into trouble, before you have a public episode, before your next class, whatever. I'll talk you down.
hi guys. listen, i think maybe i found something to be hopeful about. went to my pcp just now and he said, "what? you've been taking 8-10 ativans a fucking DAY??" so we talked…he said guess what, all that shit you just described…the emotionality, the wobblies, the depression and confusion…well take a wild guess at what's causing that? so apparently in my earliest days of withdrawal, i just substituted the pills for the bottle…in equally abusive amounts. i can't tell you how fantastic that made me feel: i am in control. we're on a 1/2 pill mg drawdown daily until i hit three, then we go from there. I CAN FUCKING DO THIS!
i'd like to say i'm sorry for panicking you friends, but i know you'd say i don't have to apologize. but sorry anyway. Day 24. I've made it 24 whole days without a drink. i taught, roughly, yesterday. i didn't cancel class, i just went in and did my job. the class i confessed to will be supportive and even protective of their vulnerable "profe" and I will be the best damn teacher they have ever had. it's gonna work, guys, it's gonna work. Mrs. Owls will be back in our home this saturday. am i a little scared? of course. am i excited to finally stop living alone in a big empty house haunted by memories good and bad? damn straight. am i gonna need you guys, and maybe even sometimes when needed, help you guys in coming days? abso-fucking-lutely.
you know, in your gentle hearts, that i have no words to fully capture the depth of my gratitude. but you know, friends, that they are there always and ever. i am a very, very lucky Strigiforme to have you as friends. please feel good, as i do, about how Day 24 is very different from Day 23. And from Day 24 on, things will get better,
One day,
"And you will know me from my words, which will be filled with wisdom and snark. And then you will know the world is right again"
EIGHT!!?!? Are you fucking kidding me? I was taking one daily, and only at night. You have different requirements, naturally, as the "two-pole" condition might necessitate. From what I have come to understand, Ativan is good for one of them, and not the other:
There was an incident a few years back when Mrs Dewey (who is also multi-poled) and I were overcoming a different addiction (I've been on the addiction merry-go-round since I wuz a teenager), she tricked a shrink into thinking she suffered from anxiety, because she wanted downers, and not the mixed condition, which was the actual problem. The shrink dutifully prescribed ativan, it being the anti-anxiety drug de rigeur, on which she overdosed at the first available opportunity (while I was two states away on a gig). I've had a healthy fear of/respect for that drug ever since.
Your students sound way more adult and intelligent than the freshman that I'm used to dealing with, who have a hard time comprehending what "weekly" means, let alone showing empathy or any other non-solipsistic behavior. Good on them for supporting their Prof. And good on you for being honest with them and giving them the opportunity to be adult humans. (but if you need a day off, take it. They'll understand that, too.)
As you predicted: you have no need to apologize. Your friends wouldn't have become your friends if we were put off by moments of need. You calmly abided my freak-outs, medicated me with humor and reassurance, and you should expect that I would do the same for yours. (and i may occasionally throw in some tough love, too)
Parenthetically,
(Dewey)
Huzzah! You'll surely give old Johnny Ativan a sound thrashing, I daresay!
And on Day 25, smite the sledded Polack.
What ho, gentlemen! Time to give that rugger bugger Johnny Van the old heave-ho, I say. War so short I fear many of our blighters might miss it. A splendid little war that the wallahs and poobahs at the Foreign Office say will be surely take care of by mid-September, by dash! Take heart good fellows, a shining day for the Owl Empire lies close at hand! Huzzah indeed!
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