Back like 20 years ago, I bought https://www.crutchoftheweak.com/ didn’t do a whole lot with it, then decided to purge it in a moment of financial prudence. Scammer / link farmers snatched it up and that made me both mad and sad, but I was resigned to the url being one of those domains that I just gave up on (of which there’s about 50 of them out there that I owned at one point or another and stopped renewing it for various reasons). I was clearing out some random links from one of my other sites and realized that the scammers / link farmers had let the domain registration lapse, so I grabbed it up again.
In the past it was all about highlighting the silliness of religion, so let’s get back on that bandwagon, especially in light of having a religious idiot as president and a religious zealot in charge of the House of Representatives.
How has religion personally damaged you and what horrors have you personally seen due to it?
I was randomly logged out- AGAIN. Had a terrible time trying to get a new password- AGAIN. WTF?
the site will log everyone out 14 days after their successful login. it’s a shitty way to manage it, but I haven’t found a solution to it. to be clear, the people that wrote the software put that in intentionally as a security measure, but I think it’s hella stupid.
can’t help you with the password thing, maybe try writing it down?
I don’t believe that the current president is religious, just claims to be when it suits him. The rest of your statement, preach brother, preach.
Off-topic: I must be dumber than a bag of hammers because I cannot get an image to upload. Any tips?
This is on topic!
I’d bet the images are too big.
Gotcha. I’ll try shrinking them.
Shrinking them worked like a charm.
So, a bit of a tale here, but bear with me. I promise I’ll throw in a joke or two to make it more fun.
I grew up in Farmington, New Mexico. It’s a little burg in the northwest corner of NM right up next to the Navajo reservation. Predominantly Christian as you would imagine. One of the local Baptist churches had wormed members into every little nook and cranny of government in that town and they ran the place with an iron fist. When “The Last Temptation of Christ” was released, they allowed it to be played at one theater, one time, at midnight. And still protested it. And probably took notes about who was there. It was the kind of town where randos would corner you in a park and make you pray – that actually happened to me and some buddies when we were in our early teens. Totally taking advantage of the “respect your elders” ethos of the town. I was nominally Anglican Catholic at the time and was, therefore, “less than”. I’m more of a vocal about my weird beliefs these days and that definitely wouldn’t have flown.
At one point, after church I was having lunch with our pastor when Farmington’s one and only black family walked in. He went from nice guy to the most racist motherfucker I’ve seen in the blink of an eye and loudly vocal about it. That, almost as much our Bishop’s three-hour sermons on the horrors of abortion, was the beginning of the end for me and church. I later found out our pastor was gay. Personally, I couldn’t have cared less about that and still don’t, but I would have thought a gay dude in the middle of Baptist wonderland would have some indication of what it’s like to be on the receiving end of bigotry.
Remember the Satanic Panic of the late 80s? That magical time when the country though 100% that a literal Satan was walking the streets and handing out Judas Priest records to unsuspecting white kids? That hit Farmington like the fist of angry god. The Baptists were seeing Satan everywhere. Especially in the music – I was and am a big Iron Maiden fan – and the music’s imagery. Maiden made some great music and their associated art was dope AF, but it was the kind of thing that could send the mentally-deficient paranoids that ran Farmington into apoplectic fits. Our high school traditionally didn’t have a dress code. As long as something was too over-the-top, they’d let you wear it. I had a baller-ass denim jacket with a full back patch of Eddie from the “2 Minutes To Midnight” poster and covered with various buttons. (The jacket is long gone, but I’ve still got the buttons!) It was the kind of jacket that most people nodded at and a few shook their heads about. Along comes the Satanic Panic and the churchies who ran everything decided the best way to protect unsuspecting people from falling into the devil’s clutches was to ban anything with non-Christian religious imagery. That included most of the metal shirts at the time – and my jacket. Remember the Navajo reservation bit at the beginning? Those folks have their beliefs and their own imagery and they were pissed as hell that their beliefs fell under this new rabid scrubbing of non-Christian stuff.
Since they ran everything, we all sort of acquiesced even if we’d try to push buttons every now and then. I was a 2nd semester senior so it didn’t impact me too much, but I still wore my Anthrax “Among the Living” shirt, knowing full-well they wouldn’t get the joke.
So, there you go: Let religion get a fingerhold and they’ll abuse the hell out of it. Even before the panic, we couldn’t wear shorts to school because it was offensive. All these petty little power game things.
I wonder how those small towns are doing these day and if they would still be an open target to take over like that.
I gather Farmington kicked the loons out of office and it lightened up a bit, but I haven’t been back in years. I went to college in Portales, NM and it was just a screwed up. When Sunday liquor sales were on the ballot, the churches bussed people in to vote it down. And this was in a town that had drive-up liquor sales until the mid 90s. Sunday drinking: bad. Drinking and driving: Okay.
Doesn’t “god’s will” make god a serial killer? Seems like I always hear that when people die
I had two more teeth extracted last week. I also had an implant go bad, so they yanked oat out of my jaw. FUCK ME did that hurt!! Having the one implant removed from my jawbone hurt TEN TIMES MORE than having two teeth extracted from my gums! And there wasn’t much left of those teeth and had to hammer the roots loose with a hammer and a chisel! Seriously! He did! It was REALLY LOUD inside my head. He pierced my sinuses. I was bleeding out of my nose, and I had blood boogers. Good times.
This round of implants cost me $12K. Last round cost $24K. This time next year, I’ll have a mouth full of teefers. !! JOY!!!
Random thought: Does anyone else remember the Satanic Panic of the late 80s/early 90s? When the country thought a literal Satan was wandering around stealing souls with Judas Priest albums? What a weird time.
I lived in Anchorage, Alaska in the 80’s. We had a Baptist church that televised their services. There were only three channels to watch, so I’d end up watching Pastor Jerry Prevo occasionally. He really went off on KISS… saying they were Knights In Satan’s Service. LMAO My friends and I thought it was hilarious, so one Sunday all three of us went to the church wearing KISS t-shirts! They were NOT happy about it. LOL KISS ARMY!!
Oof. I remember those days. “After Christ, Devil comes!”
We mostly missed that shit up here in Canada…..plus we don’t have near as many religious freaks.