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Thursday, January 20, 2011

The First Amendment, Part 1: Religion

This is an opinion about what the first amendment of the Constitution of the U.S. means to me. I have zero legal experience and my educational basis for understanding the material is one communications law class at Syracuse University and whatever I learned from Mr. Wilfong during my junior year of high school (I learned about kidney stones in his class too. That looked like it hurt!).

Here’s what the first amendment says:


That seems pretty simple really. I guess my work here is done. Seriously, worship (or don’t) however you want, say what you want, write what you want, hang out with whoever you want and don’t forget to write your Congressman.

As it turns out, humanity has an endless capacity for debate and also is very good at discovering exceptions to all rules. I’m certain it’s part of our charm as a species. If someone metaphorically tells us the sky is the limit, we still push to go further.

I’ll start with religion. According to the CON (dramatic nickname in an attempt to keep your attention), we don’t have an official national religion and everyone gets to believe whatever they want. Government is all secular and stuff. Sweet!

But then there a couple of things I don’t quite understand. Why are there official national holidays based on religious holidays? Why are religious organizations tax exempt? Why is God mentioned on our currency? Why does a private business catch so much static for selling “Christmas” trees and feel they have to call them “Holiday” trees instead? What about displaying the Ten Commandments in courthouses?

Hm. That’s more questions than I realized and still just the tip of the iceberg.

When I was a kid, it was called Christmas vacation. Now they call it winter break. I say: whatever. It’s become more of a convenient break between school semesters. It includes the New Year’s holiday, which most of the world celebrates by heavy drinking. It really should double as National Taxi Day. It’s really up to individual businesses whether or not to close that day. For government workers, it actually makes sense to leave Christmas as a national holiday since the majority of Americans would ask for it off anyway. Even atheists celebrate it. Whatever the original intent was in declaring Dec 25 a national holiday, it now has just as much secular meaning.

Religious organizations are largely tax exempt in the U.S. Then again, so are a host of other non-profit (but not necessarily non-prophet) organizations. If your group is charitable or educational, you pretty much have a shot at qualifying for tax exemption. It’s an even playing field, so tax exemptions under the CON are a different subject.

"God” on my money is just not necessary. It doesn’t really belong in the Pledge of Allegiance either. In both instances, it is not the original wording. “In God We Trust” was made the official motto of the U.S. in 1956. The prior unofficial motto was “E Pluribus Unum”, appearing on our cash since the late 18th century. Well, now. This is uncomfortable. It’s like we had this mistress for 150+ years then married someone else we officially gave our money to. Though the mention of God in this case does not really seem to intend support of a specific religion, it could still be a violation of those who choose no religion and those who are polytheistic. It’s an ongoing debate in our court systems. We could just return to the gold standard for our national currency. I sort of like “In Gold We Trust”.

I’m on the other side of the coin regarding religious holiday displays. There is no reason why a private business or organization can’t call their products or marketing materials whatever they want to. They are, in actuality, Christmas trees, intended for use as Christmas decorations. Use them for whatever you like, but that is their main purpose. As for government holiday displays, I restate that Christmas has attained secular meaning as well as religious. It’s cultural and it remains part of the dominant culture in our nation. Other cultures are allowed their own displays for holidays at any time of year. There should be a reason to celebrate every day we live, so get down for Diwali and party on Passover. And, of course, Festivus for the rest of us.

Bear with me, I’m almost done. The last question on my list was the legality of displaying the Ten Commandments in courthouses. A lot of people get upset over this. If they’re taking it literally that this is the law of the land the court is upholding, then I can see why. However, displays as a historical record of an earlier system of law are not far-fetched. The Code of Hammurabi is older, more relevant and would be far more interesting, but not everyone has my impeccable aesthetic taste.

After all those words, it seems like I really haven’t come very far here. The short version: I agree with the Constitution that state-sponsored religion is a bad idea and everyone should worship (or not) however they want. How simple is that?

*Note: Festivus pole image is from www.wagnercompanies.com where said poles may be purchased.

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Observation

My brain is a rock tumbler. There's a bunch of thoughts rolling around. Sometimes they connect and polish each other. Most days I peer in and think, "Hm, needs more work."

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Observation

There is the germ of a good idea in every bad one.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Granny Panties

This is another repost from an old Facebook note. Why? Because I am lazy and new material takes at least some effort.

This is a true story. Any inaccuracies may be blamed solely on faulty memory.

Summers at Rushford Lake were one of the best parts of being a kid in the Kemp family. In the early eighties, my younger brother Jeff and I would often spend a week with our grandparents at the waterfront cottage they owned.

The days were long and there was always something to do. We'd swim until we were wrinkly, imagining we could cross the whole lake. Next, a boat ride with Grandpa, where he'd pretend to run out of gas. We learned to waterski, light fireworks and take a bath in the lake. We hunted crayfish and collected interesting rocks. There were all sorts of visitors at our dock. The most exciting was when we saw Aunt Lil and Uncle Art's pontoon boat on its slow approach.

In the middle of the week, we'd all take a short trip back to our grandparents full-time house in Williamsville. There was no washer or dryer at the lake and there were always other small tasks to attend to. Grandma would wash all the clothes and fold them back into our suitcases. Then we'd head back to the lake for a few more days.

Once upon one of these fun summers, my brother and I returned home as usual, grins on our faces and sunburns on our shoulders. We could still feel the rocking of the boat if we closed our eyes. Mom asked if there were rocks in our suitcases. Of course there were, but only the most interesting ones I could find.

I'm sure when mom opened our bags that she was grateful that grandma helped with the laundry. She removed the dirty clothes for washing then moved to the more neatly folded clean articles. There were shirts for Jeff's drawer, a pair of shorts for mine, then....

Mom lifted an item of clothing totally alien to us all. As it rose, the white cotton square became slightly unfolded. We all stared, wondering what this was. It certainly didn't belong to my brother or myself. Mom unfolded it again, then again. As the exponential expansion ended, we realized exactly what we were faced with. GRANNY PANTIES!

Someone snickered. It may have been me. All three of us dissolved into giggles. A wicked gleam came into Mom's eyes and as Jeff and I stood unsuspecting, she suddenly brought the underwear down over his head!

I learned that day what screaming and laughing at the same time feels like as Jeff hurriedly removed the offending garment and tried to place on my head. I ran one way as Mom ran the other. It was, however, inevitable that each of us would suffer the ignominious fate of wearing Grandma's panties on our head. For the better part of an hour, alliances were forged and broken repeatedly as we ran through the house laughing so hard we almost cried. Eventually, the mission devolved into simply throwing the panties at each other until we all collapsed.

I'm not sure what happened to those panties, but I know three people who will never forget them.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Fragments

Have you ever noticed that you often see one shoe in the road? I always wonder how it got there. What happened to the other? It eases my mind to see two. It just makes so much more sense than losing a single shoe.