2010
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The collapse of manhood, the absence of viable male role models in a culture, creates monsters — existential nullities, terrified of women, who will do anything to feel “real” again, if only for a few minutes.
As a culture, we’re not allowed to discuss the roll his parents’ divorce played in the Connecticut shooter’s mental state, the fact that his father was living a short distance away with a new wife. No amount of love from his mother could have made up for this, and in some ways the closer she tried to get to him the worse he would have felt the absence of a competent male in the household, the more her power as a woman would have suffocated him.
Her competence with firearms would have only added to his sense of male suffocation, made him want to take control of the only viable penises in the house. He shot his mother IN THE FACE, and all the adults he killed at the school were women. However sick the guy was from other causes, I’m convinced it was his manhood issues that tipped him over the edge. His “death” as a man filled the universe for him, and made the lives of others as meaningless to him as his own.
Why is it only young men who commit spectacular symbolic crimes like this? I think it’s because mothers are not failing our culture — they’re doing the best they can in the absence of competent male partners. Fathers are failing our culture.
I love Christmas, because it’s a holiday that celebrates the birth of a child, one of the reliably hopeful events in a wicked and horrific world, bringing a message of joy and peace in spite of all.
But the context of the Christmas story is very grim. It involves a mother forced to give birth in a barn because there’s no room for her at the local inn. It’s followed soon by a massacre of infants by the crazed king of the region, fearful that one of those infants will grow up to depose him. The child born in the barn will instead grow up to be murdered for no good reason by another set of tyrants, deposing temporal authority only metaphorically.
Christmas is not a time to forget the horrors of the world. It’s a time to be cheerful in the face of the world’s horrors — in the face of the Sandy Hook murders, and the drone strikes that kill little children in far-off lands, whose funerals are not covered by CNN, and the cowardice and meanness of our leaders. It is a defiance of all those things — just as the birth of a child is a defiance of all those things.
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. . . somebody is going to get mad at me for saying what I am about to say right now, but I am going to give you my honest opinion: I think we have turned our back on the Scripture and on God Almighty and I think he has allowed judgment to fall upon us. I think that’s what’s going on.
With friends like this, Christianity doesn’t need enemies. It will continue its quietly efficient decline into irrelevance all on its own, until it’s just an unpleasant memory in human history. If that does happen, it will be further proof that the judgments of the Lord are true and righteous altogether. God doesn’t kill little children to endorse the psychotic self-righteousness of dicks like James Dobson.
Dobson, by the way, isn’t some lone Christian maniac. Time magazine once called him “the nation’s most influential evangelical leader” and he once hosted a radio program that reached an audience in excess of 200 million listeners worldwide. His brand of religious hooey is the face of Christianity to millions today for a reason.
How’d you like to stay up late like the islanders do — want for Santa to sail in with your presents in a canoe?