13 April 2013

"I've NEVER heard a guy say THAT before!"


(originally posted to Myspace in 21 October 2007)

“I've never heard a guy say that before,” is a phrase I’ve heard many times in the past in various forms, most recently, in those exact words, twice the past month from two different women and in a paraphrase earlier in the evening the night I’m writing this, and likely will in the future.

The first of the above-mentioned recent times, and the paraphrase this evening, was in response me saying that I hated it when the talking in a relationship stopped once the fucking started, also in more or less those exact words.  The second was after I said while some episodes of "Sex and the City" made my skin crawl, I enjoyed others; the writing is, after all, very good.

I once stunned several participants of a group in which I was a part preparing for confirmation in the Catholic Church (this was, naturally, before I was atheist), with the complaint that every girl I went out with wanted to have sex on the first date, which, of course, we then did.  Except that wasn't really what bothered me, as I worked through my explanation of what I meant; what I meant was that talking and any other form of real communication stopped after that, even when I tried to keep it going.

When I first thought of writing this blog, before tonight's conversation on Yahoo Messenger, I was going to call it "Why I am not a cock-hound".  Many of the guys who know me are amazed that I am not since I have no fear whatsoever of women and am certainly open enough about sex.  And it sure as hell doesn't have anything to do with a lack of sex drive (another point I was questioned about tonight); I am probably far hornier than most guys, perhaps because I really appreciate women for being women, and as equals, sexually and otherwise.

I first came on the web in December 1999, and one of my first “hangouts” was a fetish chat room that now no longer exists.  Everyone there used pseudonyms, as you can well imagine, and many of the women I chatted and struck up relationships with told me that at first they thought I was a female pretending to be a male because I actually "talked" to them and tried to get to know them instead of just coming on strong almost demanding to cyber-fuck.  I got along great even with confirmed lesbians, and ended up doing a lot more cyber-fucking than those other guys.

Prior to entering university on my first collegiate endeavor, I had been in an environment in which guys and girls were more or less equal.  The nature of the environment isn't important, just the equality in status.  Once I entered a fraternity, however, I was exposed to how most guys view women, and I was ashamed.  So ashamed, in fact, that I began to think that since I actually liked girls, and didn't simply just like to fuck them, that I might be gay.

And, don’t laugh, what stressed me out most about that was that if I were gay, I couldn't go out with girls anymore.  Naw, it’s okay, go ahead and laugh.  My best friend at the time did, right in my face.

No, the reason I’m not a cock-hound is that, like it says in my profile, to me a woman isn’t just something to fuck.  I’m not putting down casual sex, one-night stands, or even promiscuity, all of which I have done my share, but in our culture the status of men and women as sexual beings is unequal.  Gandhi once said, “Be the change you want to see in the world”.  I’m not on a crusade; I’m just trying to be one tiny pebble tossed into a pond to send out ripples touching other ripples around me.  It’s my own way of fighting the double-standard, just as, for instance, (former) adult film star Sasha Grey is fighting it in her way, and making rather entertaining and erotic porn, I must say.

Besides, there is actually such a thing as bad sex, and it is worse than no sex, contrary to what a lot of men, and some women, say.   Just like there’s such a thing as being in a sexual relationship with no hope of making a real emotional connection but continuing out of loneliness, fear of loneliness, or simply not knowing or feeling able to do anything else.  

There is nothing lonelier than being in a relationship which makes you feel lonely; it hurts more and feels emptier than being lonely because you’re alone.  There are few things more painful than looking into a lover’s eyes and seeing her hurt because she knows you two do not connect, that she can never make you really happy nor you her.

In addition to all of the above, I have to think about what I do will affect how my son, now 16 (at the time, 21 now), sees me, and not just me but women, and, more importantly, how he feels about himself.  Like it also says on my profile (on Myspace), being a good father is the most important thing in my life.

12 April 2013

Why God cannot exist

God does not exist.  And by “God”, of course, I mean the deity put forth in various forms in what Christians call the Bible, in what Jews call the Tanakh, and in what Muslims call the Quran.  I can state that categorically because the cosmos in which he was conceived does not exist.  If believers want to continue to believe and have that belief be valid in any way, they need to create a new deity in which to put their faith.

Several years ago, in a speech at Magdalene College Cambridge, Douglas Adams concluded that there is no such thing as an “actual” God, but that the “artificial” God is very real, made real because so many people believe in it but without any independent existence of its own. 

A few years later I used that reasoning to put separate the idea of America from the actual United States as a way of addressing the fact that we Americans do not live up to our ideals and that while they may hate or at least resent the U.S.A. for much of what it does in the world, many outside the country nevertheless love America the idea.

That came in handy a couple of years later when the school age daughter of a close friend IM’d me demanding to know whether or not Santa Claus is real.

Oh shit! I thought.  What do I say?

My first reaction was to frantically dial my friend’s cell, and then, getting no answer, to text just as frantically.  Still no reply.

Meanwhile, the daughter is IM’ing me that she saw her mom hiding away Christmas toys that she had written Santa for.  So she knew Santa wasn’t real and she just wanted for an adult to tell her the truth.

So I told her.  This did not make the girl very happy.

I thought for a minute or two, then, secretly thanking the dead Douglas Adams who couldn’t hear me, told her that while there may not be an actual person Santa Claus, the idea of Santa Claus was real and she could believe in the idea even if she couldn’t believe he was real.

That she liked.

One of the criticisms of atheism is that it is another form of belief.  For some people, that may be true.  Even some atheists see themselves that way, such as George Carlin, who said, “For a while I thought of myself as an atheist until I realized that was a belief too.” 

The counter argument is that not believing in something for which there is little or no proof is not a belief at all but simply a lack of belief.  That argument, while valid in theory, often bogs down in its actual practice, like so many things in the realm of being human.  However, I can nevertheless say with complete validity that the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob to Jews, Father of Jesus Christ to Christians, and Allah whose one and only prophet is Muhammad to Muslims does not exist.  This is not opinion, this is fact, undeniable fact.

The artificial entity much of the world thinks of as God (Almighty, Lord, Allah, etc.) was first created to serve the needs of hill tribes living in the Palestinian highlands between the Mediterranean coastal plain and the lowlands of the Jordan Valley.  This imaginary divine being’s actual name was Yahu/Yahuweh/Yahweh, probably the same as Yam/Yaw in the tablets from Ugarit, and he was in origin just one of the seventy sons of the supreme god and father of them all, El.  There was one son of El for what was under Canaanite mythology each of the seventy nations into humanity was divided.

These gods and the tales about them arose on a much different planet in a much different universe than that which we know today.

In Biblical cosmology, our planet, Earth, is a flat disc between the underworld (sheol) and the sky (shamamayim) with a cosmic ocean surrounding the whole thing.  That is why the sky appears blue.  In order to keep the ocean from flooding the Earth, the gods (elohim) placed a firmament (raqia), an inverted solid transparent bowl, in the heavens separating the sky from the ocean.  Another raqia prevents sheol from being flooded by the waters below it.  The sun, the moon, the stars, and the planets all lie in the narrow strip of firmament.

According to the myth, it (the Earth and all of temporal existence) was created in six days (six 24-hour Earth days), has been around for about six thousand years (according to fundamentalist Christians) or a couple of centuries less (according to Orthodox  Jews), and is the center of both the solar system and of the universe.

With slight variations and modifications, this was the dominant Israelite cosmology at least through the 2nd century CE, including early Christianity, as witnessed in Revelation 21:1 (“And I saw a new heaven and a new earth: for the first heaven and the first earth were passed away; and there was no more sea”).  No more chaos-breeding sea in the new cosmos, where cosmos (order) is all that is left with no more chaos (disorder) around to get in the way.  No more freedom either, but who needs to have choice in paradise?

In The Chronicles of Thomas Covenant the Unbeliever, one of Donaldson’s characters says, “No power can transcend the strictures which make its existence possible.”  In other words, power cannot exist in a vacuum and needs a framework to contain it.

In light of the fact that the mythic cosmology under which Yahweh was conceived has been thoroughly demolished in every aspect, it is fair to say that beyond the shadow of a doubt that in a universe which is not geocentric, that is 13.8 billion years old and 21.3 untrigintillion (add 97 zeroes) cubic kilometers in volume, on an Earth which is more or less spherical, 4.3 billion years old, in a heliocentric star system, the Canaanite-Israelite-Jewish god Yahweh, as well as his guises under Christianity and Islam, does not exist.


(The above is the entire Universe, the ha-olam, according to the cosmology of the ancient Aramean group known as the Israelites.)

11 April 2013

VW, its workers council, and the UAW

The world hasn’t witnessed such weeping, wailing, and gnashing of teeth hissy fits as those over the potential organization of a local of the UAW (United Auto Workers) at the Volkswagen plant at Enterprise South since the caterwauling of the Pharisees running around with their hair on fire over an itinerate holy man in Galilee (known at the time as Jesus bar Joses) sitting down to eat with a bunch of publicans, whores, thieves, and other sinners at the house of a leper.

One could easily be forgiven for getting the impression that Volkswagen Motors had advocated that a People’s Democratic Soviet Socialist Workers’ Republic of Chattanooga under which the Christian religion is outlawed.

You’d think the politicians and other high holy men of the State of Tennessee would show some grace and Southern hospitality to one of Tennessee’s biggest employers and best guests by letting a corporation based in one of the very few countries in the world whose economy isn’t totally in the crapper to run its own business the way it sees fit.  But no, apparently that’s asking too much.  As if it weren’t enough to be hassled by Haslam and exhorted against by ex-editors with an axe to grind, now VW is faced with meddling in its affairs by the Koch brothers’ carpet-bagging National Right to Work Committee.

“Right to Work” is a phrase that belongs with the Ministry of Truth’s “War is Peace, Freedom is Slavery, Ignorance is Strength” and the oxymoron Military Intelligence.  Coined by French socialist Louis Blanc in the mid-19th century in a time of rising unemployment similar to the current situation, “right to work” is now in 21st century America an anti-labor slogan derived from a post-World War II Orwellian twist on the original.  The discredited “evil empire” which brought us trickle-down economics and the Great Depression perverted Blanc’s slogan in their campaign to tear down the advances in favor of labor under the Wagner Act of 1934.

Make no mistake, these are the same sort of people who believe the accused in criminal cases do not deserve an adequate legal defense if accused of a crime either, no matter how weak the evidence or how dire the results if convicted, not if they can’t afford to pay for it.

As explained previously by others, this is not a hostile action by the UAW in the face of strenuous opposition by Volkswagen Motors.  The UAW has been invited by VW into talks about  representing VW’s labor force on its European-style workers’ council, such as VW has in every single other facility it has on planet Earth.  So all of those throwing stones and rotten eggs at the prospect of UAW opening shop at Enterprise South may be thinking their aim is at the object of their contempt but their missiles are hitting elsewhere.




10 April 2013

Amorata (poem)

To have your love is all that I ask
Out of this life which is glad yet grim
To hold you in my arms secure
And have you hold me too

Our bodies melt together
At the breaking of the dawn
Surrendering to each other
Heart, mind, and soul
Our lips meet in silence
Save for whispered words of love

My soul is aflame with passion now
With your soft skin touching mine
And my hands gently caressing you
As we lock in our loving embrace

(I wrote this when I was 12 years old)

Now (poem)

I let you touch me when you did
Because you took me by surprise
I had no defences to hide behind
My walls of stone had crumpled
I was not out looking
For an emotional connection
I had set out seeking
Spiritual annihilation
But then there you were
With your own broken walls
And through the breaches
We flowed
We didn't stop to think
We didn't have time to ponder
We just rode the wave
Until it reached the shore
Where we awoke from our dream
As the waves fell back
Leaving us stranded on the beach

Rain (poem)

Rain
Beating on my windshield
As the wipers move
In syncopated time
To the music on my radio

Rain
Filling puddles
Pouring into creeks
Spilling into fields
Swelling into rivers
Bringing life
And sometimes death

Rain
Running down our faces
Wetting our hair
Soaking our clothes
As we laugh and play
And embrace and cry
And walk hand-in-hand
In the rain

Trying to Break Through (poem)

Beneath the surface
Of my feigned disinterest
A lioness hides
Afraid to let him know
That I am here
Afraid to let him know
How much I care
Afraid to let others
See how I feel
Afraid that I might
Totally lose control
Afraid that I will fall
And not be caught
Afraid that he will not
And I will be a fool
Afraid to believe
What I've seen in his eyes
And heard from his lips
And read in his words

09 April 2013

Christianity sex-changing the divine


When Christians changed the name of their deity from Yahuweh to Jehovah, they cut off their god’s penis.  Seriously.  In Hebrew, the suffix “-weh” signifies masculine and the suffix “-wah” signifies feminine.  Blame the Masoretes, of course, who in the midst of the otherwise tinkering with holy writ altered the vowel notations to hide the true pronunciation.

That’s not the only change made in the transition from Judaism to Christianity, when adherents of the latter recreated God in their own image just as the Jews had created him in their image in the first place.  The Jews had a Trinity of sorts already, or at least you can say that the Christian version had some of its roots in Judaism.

In Judaism, there is the Creator and Father.  Towards the end of the Hellenistic period, Jewish philosophers, especially of the Hellenistic variety, began putting more emphasis on the Word of God as its own aspect of the divine and on the Presence of God, also known as the Ruach ha-Kodesh, or Holy Spirit. 

The Alexandrian Jewish philosopher Flavius Philo Judaeus identified the first aspect with a transformed version of the Stoic’s Logos, or mediator (literally Reason), while he identified the second aspect with Sophia (Wisdom) with a feminine nature, which the Ruach ha-Kodesh already had in Judaism.

So, along comes Christianity, the lopper-offer of divine penises. 

To the Christians, the Logos became identified with Jesus bar Joses, who undoubtedly already had a penis of his own as the Son of God.  So, no problem there.

The Jewish Christians, who followed Petros/Cephas and the Desposyni (Jesus’ relatives), were the first fruits of the new variety and had no problem with a feminine Presence of God/Holy Spirit since that’s what they’d always believed.  Indeed, Apostolic Father Origen (who lopped off his own penis along with his testicles) reports that in the Gospel according to the Hebrews used by Jewish Christians, Jesus says that after his temptation, “Even did my mother, the Holy Spirit, take me by one of my hairs and carry me away to the great mountain Tabor.”

The Gentiles who got ahold of this myth were faced with a quandary because they wanted to make Jesus bar Joses the product of divine and human spiritual copulation.  Had they left the Holy Spirit as she was, their version would have put the stamp of approval on same-sex unions and made their Savior the product of such.

They didn’t seem to have a problem with the idea of Jesus bar Joses being conceived outside of wedlock in conditions which then amounted to adultery.

Fortunately for these misogynistic Gentiles they already had on hand a divine penis just floating around needing a “body” to attach itself to, so they used that.  Jesus bar Joses became the result not of an adulterous same sex union but of an adulterous opposite sex union between a female-to-male transexualized person of a divine trinity and a human female.

How I became homeless

Lest ye think I’m just another hoopy frood (you’ve read Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, right?), let me give you the short version of my last couple of years’ existence.

I just read it again, by the way, as if you can’t tell, and since the public library doesn’t have the sequel where Arthur & Co. travel across space-time to the Restaurant at the End of the Universe in the book entitled Restaurant at the End of the Universe, I am now reading Fifty Shades of Grey to see what all the fuss is about.

I have been homeless since 5 June 2012, and here's the short version of how that happened.

I started studying clinical lab technology fall 2007 and was happily sleep-walking into what would have been a sure-fire safe, steady, secure career when my friends in Iran had to get all pissy in the summer of 2009 just because their government pissed all over them and laughed about it, which was a very pissy thing to do.  So, that’s the short version of how I got into cyber activism on Iran and why I often spent entire days (sometimes two or more in a row) on it, especially around special days like Ashura (December 27 that year) 2009.

I still managed to maintain a B+ average at the college (I already had a prior B.S. in poli sci with minors in history, religion, and psychology, an A.A. in Vietnamese Basic, and part of an M.S. in Asian Studies) where I was studying to be a CLT.  I started an online, over-Skype relationship with a French Iranian woman in the summer of 2010 and ended up going to Paris after I almost washed out of clinicals in the spring of 2011.

Yes, I was…well, if not directly involved in at least keeping up with the outbreak of the Arab Spring in 2011.

I made an initial touristy visit to see if I would like living in Paris and did, so I went back that summer.  During that initial trip, we encountered a couple of guys in town for a peace conference, one Palestinian and another Israeli, and that’s where the cover photo for my newsgroup comes from.  I’m sure you can imagine how thrilled I am that so many of my friends and other people love a photo which says Peace to them and inspires them which includes, unfortunately for my personal comfort, my ex.  But it’s the only photo I know of that shows a Palestinian, an American, a French Iranian, and an Israeli together on a boat riding on the River Seine through Paris, and she does deserve to be there in her own right.

So, I came back to France in the summer, all registered for French classes at the Sorbonne after being told when we called that sure, they’d take care of the student visa once I got to Paris, no problem…only the French government doesn’t do things that way.  So, I had to return to America and start working on the paper work for the visa, but not until I’d been there in Paris a couple of months already.

My plans, by the way, were to get fluent in French (I eat languages for breakfast) and then get a master’s equivalent from the Sorbonne and go to work for a political think thank working on peace and nonviolence issues there.  Unfortunately, even though I probably have the creds for that here in the US, this intellectual sinkhole of a Bible Belt town I’m in doesn’t have those kind of opportunities. 

What I really want to do anyway is write.

Shortly before Farzi and I and her daughters had left for Malaga, Spain, we discovered her uncle, whom her father had made trustee for the account he set up for her on her 18th birthday (she was 45 by this time) based in Paris (where her uncle was and is), had his hand in the till, not only of her trust account but those of her brother and sister too.  She and her sister made plans to force the uncle to take his name off their accounts and release full control to them.  His response was to empty the brother’s and the sister’s account and freeze Farzi out of hers.

By then, I was back in Chattanooga, staying what I thought was going to be temporarily with my mom until Farzi could send money and I could move to a hotel and rent a car since I had given everything away when I moved out.  I ended up being there for nine months.  Not a happy time for anyone involved.

Farzi and her sibs took the uncle to court, lost, appealed, and lost again.  Meanwhile, I’m with thinking there’s no way in hell any sane jurist could rule in the slimeball of an uncle’s favor.  I didn’t get the final word until early December and had been planning to return, even almost completing the student visa process.

Sidenote:  Farzi had been having headaches since mid-spring 2011, accompanied by swelling in her face that started mid-summer.  By November, she’d been to a neurologist and discovered that she had a tumor on her optic nerve and was blind in one eye with severely blurry vision in the other.  Which really sucks because she’s an artist, and a very good one.

Ironically, had it not been for the sanctions against I had campaigned so strongly for, the court’s idiotic decision would have been little more than a minor glitch.  However, with the restrictions on moving money, it was impossible for Farzi to stay and she had to return to Iran to live with her parents. Fortunately, she was able to make provision for her daughters to remain. 

Needless to say, in the midst of all this our relationship fell apart completely.

With no car, getting a job was nearly impossible as far out in the ‘burbs as my mom lives, and after a while of the two of us getting on each other’s nerves severely, I had to leave. 

Since June (2012), I’ve been at the “rescue mission” at night and on the streets during the day.  It’s not as bad as it seems.  I do have plenty to eat and a place to eat, I just have to suffer through an hour or so of attempted brainwashing and recruiting-into-the-cult speeches every night.  All the other “guests” know I’m an atheist and for some reason keep that from the staff.  The city has abundant public wifi, and that at the public library uses EPB's* fiber optic internet which is the fastest in the western hemisphere.

(* EPB = Electric Power Board)

I thought very carefully about the question of sanctions on Iran and communicated with numerous friends in-country and in the diaspora before going all out to support it.  I don’t support sanctions because of the bullshit nuclear crap (no one’s saying much about all the nukes Israel has) but to help weaken the regime the same way sanctions helped weaken apartheid South Africa in the ‘80’sand ‘90’s.  I still support sanctions even though without them in place chances are I would not be on the streets.  Even if I were at serious risk health or otherwise, including of death, I would still support anything to further secularism and democracy and freedom for the Iranian people.

Farzi made it back to Paris, by the way, she needed to go there for surgery and I guess worked out something so that she could stay.  She’s still in contact with my goddaughters (twins in Rasht, Iran, I have Muslim goddaughters to go with my Jewish godparents) and the surgery was successful but it will take 2-3 years to recover completely.  She and I aren’t communicating and probably never will again.

So, don’t feel sorry for me.  I realized months ago that even if my mother offered to let me move back in, I would choose not to do that, and since I realized that, I have been homeless by choice, not by circumstance. I also enjoy being downtown too much to go back to the 'burbs.

Postscript:  On 16 August 2013, I became homeful again.  During the time I spent at the mission, I was inflicted with 60 hours of mind-numbing fundamentalist preaching at the mission's main church sponsor and 437 hours of ranting and raving by amateur preachers who often had not even graduated high school, much less done any real in-depth study of the religion they were purporting to be spreading.

08 April 2013

Historical errors in the "inerrant Word of God"

When HIV first hit the scene, one of the most common mantras going around was that when you have sex with someone you’re also fucking everyone else he or she has had sex with.  The same principle operates with the Bible and its numerous authors, editors, copyists, redactors, forgers, fabricators, so-called “translators”, etc.; when your read it, you’re engaging in a huge orgy having intercourse with each and every one of them, and all at the same time.

The following account of historical errors in the Bible is by no means meant to be all-inclusive.

Early Old Testament/Tanakh

Contrary to what fundamentalists and other Biblical literalists, which include Orthodox Jews, believe, the various scriptures are riddled with contradictions and errors.  The idea that the universe and the earth were created in their entirety in a mere six days and have been around for just 6000 years (versus the actual 13,800,000,000 for the universe and 4,500,000,000 for earth) heads the list.  Speaking of which, the Bible doesn’t know whether humanity was created before everything else or as the finale of it all.

We can start with Genesis where we have Abram (Abraham) hanging out with a king of the Philistines.  The mythical figure Abraham supposedly lived around 1800 or 1700 BCE; there were no Philistines until around 1175 BCE.  Meaning that they also came well after the time of Moses whom literalists believe wrote the first five books of the Bible.

Speaking of Abram again, he supposedly came from Ur “of the Chaldees”; much like the former example, this is an anachronism.  Although their ancestors were certainly around, no Chaldees as such existed at this time, not until the 900’s BCE, in fact.

Later in Exodus, the supposed Israelites built “treasure cities” which never existed, living in a slavery which never happened, abiding in a land (Goshen) which is a myth, from which they fled behind a prophet named Moses whose name is in fact the Greek form of the Aramaic name Mazas, which is that languages version of the name Mazda, who is the deity of the Iranian prophet Zarathustra, walking over a sea bed which has never been dry, wandering for a forty years in a tiny peninsula which does not exist in this space-time continuum.

All of the alleged history which follows is by the explicit admission of the Jewish scholars who collated the canon of their scriptures not history, but “prophecy”.  In other words, those scholars are honest enough to admit their bias even though priests, preachers, and rabbis are not.

The book Joshua was almost certainly written by whomever collated the Torah.  One of the better known stories, about the alleged battle of Jericho could not have happened since that city had been uninhabited for centuries.

Of all the various and sundry individual writings in this collection, the one called Daniel is the most controversial and disputed.  The Septuagint version, the earliest canon of Hebrew scriptures, placed Daniel with the Nevi’im, or Prophets, while the Karaite Masoretes, of over a millennium later, placed it with the Ketuvim, or Writings. 

Despite what fundamentalist Christians and Orthodox Jews would have us believe about its own claims for being written in the time of the Chaldean Empire based in Babylon, it was, in truth, composed in its entirety no earlier than the 2nd century BCE.  A sure way to make prophecies that come true is to make them after the fact, as we can see from the “predictions” in Daniel that “came true” during the 2nd century, like the “abomination of desolation” and the so-called four empires.  It is likely that the same author composed both Daniel and 1 Maccabees, in which the “prophecies” of Daniel were shown to become true.

The figure of Daniel as portrayed in the pseudepigraphal story written in his name is not merely anachronistic but entirely mythical.  In fact, the name Daniel in the writings allegedly under that name is but a corruption of the name of the legendary Canaanite figure Danel. 

In real time, Danel first appears in the writings allegedly of the prophet Ezekial, at least in the Septuagint version.  The Masoretes realized the contradiction and, embarrassed that such evidence remained of lingering polytheism, edited it to read “Danie”l in their heavily redacted version of the Tanakh.  In two of the passages in which he is mentioned, Danel appears with two other heroic figures of Canaanite legend, while in the third he is mentioned alone.  The myths about Danel were stories of his wisdom and it is not too far-fetched to believe that the stories attributed to the mythic Solomon originated as stories of Danel.

Ezekial 14:14 & 20: Though these three men, Noah, Danel, and Job, were in it, they should deliver but their own souls by their righteousness, saith the Lord God….Though Noah, Danel, and Job were in it, as I live, saith the Lord God, they shall deliver neither son nor daughter; they shall but deliver their own souls by their righteousness

Ezekial 28:3: Behold, thou art wiser than Danel; there is no secret that they can hide from thee.

The current form of the book of Daniel in Jewish Scriptures (and most non-Catholic Western Christians) combines the work of at least two different writers/editors, with chapters 1 and 7-12 being written in Hebrew and 2-6 in Aramaic.  The Septuagint and versions which follow it contain even more interpolations.

A few examples of mistakes here will suffice.

First, Belshazzar was never actually king, but this mistake is somewhat forgivable because he governed as regent for much of the reign of his father, who reigned until the conquest by the Iranians.  His father was not Nebuchadnezzar II, who died in 562 BCE, as given in Daniel, however, but Nabonidus, who assumed the throne in 556 BCE and was not only completely unrelated to Nebuchadnezzar (regent 553) but wasn’t even Chaldean.  He, and therefore his son, were of no royal or even noble descent and were from Assyria, ruling from Babylon. 

Side note: Nabonidus, and his son Belshazzar, promoted the worship of Sin, god of the moon in Mesopotamia both north and south.  In the north, Assyria, the center of Sin worship was the city of Harran, which might give a clue to the true origins of father and son.  In the south, Babylonia, the center of Sin worship was at the city of Ur. 

Wait a minute…where have we heard the name of that city before?  Oh yeah, the place where Abram was supposedly from.  And in this case, Ur actually was “of the Chaldees”.

Now, to the fall of Babylon.  “Darius the Mede”, to whom Daniel assigns the role of conquerer of the city and empire, never existed.  He’s completely fictional.  The Medes never conquered Babylonia, though they did conquer Assyria in northern Mesopotamia.  It was Cyrus the Great who led the Iranian army which conquered Babylonia, and with it Syria, Kanaan (Phoenicia), Samerina, Yehud, and Philistia.

Knowing how the city’s priesthood of Marduk despised the worship of Sin, which had been getting all the tribute money previously flowing into their coffers, Cyrus abolished the official cult of Sin worship and restored Marduk and his priests to their former place and income, but also prescribed freedom of religion so as not to suppress anyone’s worship.  He had done the same previously after conquering the Median Empire two decades earlier when he gutted the power of the Zorastrian priesthood who worshipped Mazda/Mazas/Moses.

Cyrus the Great, “Koroush Kabir” in transliterated Farsi, never worshipped Yahweh, the national god of the Jews and Samaritans, as claimed in the latter chapters of Daniel and elsewhere in the Tanakh, nor did he make any decrees in the latter’s name.  We know this because we have his decree on hand (currently touring the United States), in the form of the Cyrus Cylinder, and from this we know he never specifically mentioned the Jews or Jerusalem or rebuilding anyone’s temples as claimed in Daniel and elsewhere.

Birth and early life of Jesus bar Joses

From lies of the mid-2nd century BCE, let’s travel forward in time four centuries or so to look at lies from the late 2nd century CE.  That’s when the canonically-approved gospels as we know them reached their current form.

My first question: was Jesus bar Joses descended from Solomon the king in 28 generations or from Nathan the prophet in 42 generations?  I’m a little confused, because the geneaology in the Gospel according to Matthew shows the first, while that in the Gospel according to Luke shows the latter. 

I know both were intended to “prove” Jesus bar Joses’ Davidic descent, but there are two problems here.  First, the geneaologies trace to Joses, who is purported in both cases not to be Jesus’ biological father, so they are irrelevant to Jesus’ ancestry.  Second, Davidic descent is irrelevant according to Jesus himself, or at least according to the words the writers of the gospels put into his mouth, him questioning whether the Messiah was David’s son. 

Third, since Mary and the Holy Spirit were presumably not married, doesn’t that make the offspring of said union (Jesus) illegitimate, i.e., a bastard?  Not to mention the fact that the Holy Spirit, or Ruach ha-Kodesh, in Judaism was (and still is) feminine and was in Christianity before the Gentile-friendly of the religion (Paul) gave her a penis.  In essence, what this union of Mary and Holy Spirit does is put the Almighty’s seal of approval on same-sex marriages.

Now, from whence did this only-known spawn of two female personages in history come?  One gospel (Matthew) shows the family living already in Bethlehem where Jesus was allegedly born before fleeing to Egypt then moving back to Palestine only changing residence to Nazareth.  The other (Luke) shows the family having to drag their arses out of Nazareth in compliance with an empire-wide census that never actually took place with Mary extremely pregnant and riding on a donkey to Bethlehem where she gives birth in a stable in a cave then returning to Nazareth when the census was complete.

All this was written with the intention of showing, as before, the Davidic connection of Jesus bar Joses by having him born in the “city of David”.  Which would actually be more likely than Nazareth, since the latter did not exist until the 3rd century CE, or at the very least was so insignificant as to not be noticed before that.  Not bloody likely since the later location of Nazareth is within the suburban area of the Galilean capital of Sepphoris.  That would be like not mentioning Georgetown, suburb or Washington.

In the earliest copies of the gospels the exist, the protagonist is referred to as Jesus the Nazarene, or Nazorean.  Nazorean was, at this time, a title or the clergy of the Mandaean sect of Judaism, which today hold John the Baptist as their chief saint and may have even then.  The gospels said there was a Nazareth, so a Nazareth came into being. 

Likewise, when Helena Augusta, mother of Constantine the Great and ardent Christian, made a pilgrimage to what she considered the “Holy Land” (always a Christian rather than Jewish affectation) and wanted to visit the place of Jesus’ birth in Bethlehem, the cave in which Mithras was said to have been born wasn’t being used anymore, so why not?  That’s also how the Grotto of Venus outside Aelia Capitolina, now renamed Jerusalem, came to be the “Holy Sepulchre” and the temple of Mercury in the upper city became the “Upper Room”, and how the acropolis that housed the temple of Jupiter and temple of Juno and Minerva became the Temple Mount holding the remains of the Temple of Herod and the Royal Stoa, and how the temple of Asclepius became the pool of Bethesda.

Herod the Great, mentioned in Luke as the current ruler at the time of the birth of Jesus bar Joses, had been procurator of Galilaea from 47-37 BCE, and, after adding Iudaea to his territory once the unlamented Hasmoneans were at last exterminated, was recognized as King of the Jews from 37 BCE to 4 BCE. 

Galilaea, along with Syria, had been under direct Roman rule since 63 BCE when Pompey conquered the whole region for the glory of Rome.  His Hasmonean allies were already Roman clients and continued as such until they became too much trouble.

And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be taxed.

Caesar Augustus, aka Octavius Caesar, died in 14 BCE.  Never at any time in the entire history of the Imperium Romanum/Basilea Rhomain/Roman Empire was “the whole world” taxed.

(And this taxing was first made when Cyrenius was governor of Syria.)

Cyrenius, Publius Sulpicius Quirinius, was legatus of Syria 6-12 CE.  He became legatus the same year that Archaleus was desposed as tetrarch of Iudaea-Samaraea-Idumaea and replaced with a Roman praefectus named Coponius as Iudaea had become an imperial province.  As that was so, the population needed to be taxed, because empires need money just as much as deities.

As Galilaea (then under Antipas, son of Herod) was an entirely separate sub-province altogether, the non-existent city of Nazareth would not have been subject to the census.  I hear Freddie Mercury singing “Another One Bites the Dust”.  While Herod was perfectly horrid to his in-laws, the less than zero evidence that such an atrocity as the alleged Slaughter of the Innocents leads an objective reader to the conclusion this Gothic tale is a bit of a fabrication.  That’s polite for “total bullshit”.

Herod, by the way, was by all accounts a good ruler, at least toward the populace.  His building programs alone were the largest undertakings in the Southern Levant since the days of Omri and Ahab, the founder of the northern kingdom and his son.  For the general populace, his was much better than the Hasmoneans, most of whom were monsters. 

Herod’s relations with his in-laws were formed in the light of their stunning duplicity and treachery, which rivaled that of the Bolshevik exiles who returned to Russia after the February Revolution and whose conniving machinations turned Stalin the mediator willing to work with the rival Mensheviks for the common good into Stalin the Terrible.

The Magi story is a nice one, but far-fetched.  Since the Magi and the rest of Zoroastrians were not looking for a Jewish messiah to make the Jews triumphant over all the world and their Torah the law of all the earth but for an Iranian figure called Saoshyant to bring about the Frashokereti, or final reordering of the universe, they wouldn’t have noticed.  Not even if a giant disembodied hand appeared out of thin air and wrote it on a wall.

Years of Jesus’ alleged ministry

The next pathetic attempt to place this story in history comes in Luke 3:1, which reads: Now in the fifteenth year of the reign of Tiberius Caesar, Pontius Pilate being governor of Judaea, and Herod being tetrarch of Galilee, and his brother Philip tetrarch of Ituraea and of the region of Trachonitis, and Lysanias the tetrarch of Abilene,  Annas and Caiaphas being the high priests, the word of God came unto John the son of Zacharias in the wilderness.

Okay, a few points here. 

Tiberius Iulius Caesar Augustus ruled the Imperium Romanum 14 BCE-37 CE, which would make the fifteenth year of his rule 1 CE.  That is the year the author of Luke is saying that John the Baptist began preaching.  It is clearly way outside the time of the rest of the governors mentioned, though his reign does include their years of service.

Pontius Pilatus was praefectus of Iudaea 26-36 CE.  Antipas, son of Herod, ruled Galilaea and Peraea 4 BCE-39 CE.  His brother Philip ruled Batanea, Ituraea, Gaulinitis, and Trachonitis 4 BCE-34 CE.  Their sister Salome, by the way, ruled Philistia 4 BCE-10 CE, lasting four years longer than Archelaus did in Iudaea-Samaraea-Idumaea; she was succeeded by Livia Drusilla, mother of Tiberius, who ruled Philistia until 29 CE.

Lysanias bar Talmai, successor of his father and half-Hasmonean, actually ruled Abila, Chalcis, and Ituraea 40-36 BCE, ending his reign in execution by Marcus Antonius.

Annas, actually Ananus ben Seth, served as high priest 6-15 CE, when he was deposed for executing too many people, which he wasn’t even supposed to be doing.  No one named Caiaphas was ever high priest, but there was one named Joseph ben Caiaphas 18-36 CE, who was deposed by Lucius Vitellius, legatus of Syria.

At Luke 13:1-2, we have: There were present at that season some that told him of the Galilaeans, whose blood Pilate had mingled with their sacrifices.  And Jesus answering said unto them, Suppose ye that these Galilaeans were sinners above all the Galilaeans, because they suffered such things?

The problem with this is that as brutal as Pilatus often was, he never did any such thing.  In fact, the only case in which the blood of Galileans was mixed with sacrifices in the temple took place the lead-up to the Siege of Jerusalem in 70 CE.  It happened as part of the infighting which doomed the stand of the rebels from the outset, thirty-four years after Pilate had left the country and presumably thirty-seven years after the death of Jesus bar Joses.

Galilean Zealots under John ben Levi of Giscala took over the temple compound and began performing the daily sacrifices.  The high priest at the time, Ananus ben Ananus, rather objected to his deposition and summoned his own adherents to attack, including a sizable force of Idumaean forced proselytes.  Several Galilean priests were killed in the act of sacrifice, their blood then mixing with that of the animals.

I once thought that the reference in the Gospel according to John 5:2 (“Now there is at Jerusalem by the sheep market a pool, which is called in the Hebrew tongue Bethesda, having five porches.”) to a five-sided pool was an anachronism because I thought surely a pagan temple would not have been built in Jerusalem and didn’t exist until Aelia Capitolina replaced the destroyed city starting in 132 CE. 

However, I recently learned that not only did the Asclepion, the five-sided pool sacred to Asclepius, god of healing, exist, but also a pool sacred to Fortuna, the goddess of luck, both of which were immediately adjacent to the Serapeum, or temple to the syncretic mystery god Serapis.  These were built to service the garrison at the Fortress Antonia.

In the Mount Olivet discourse in Matthew 24:3-51, Luke 21:3-38, and in the Gospel according to Mark 13:3-37, which they place toward the end of the week after the triumphal entry on (Palm) Sunday, Jesus describes for the disciples signs of the end.

The key passages for the purposes of this essay are the following:

Matthew 24:15 When ye therefore shall see the abomination of desolation, spoken of by Daniel the prophet, stand in the holy place, (whoso readeth, let him understand:)

Mark 13:14 But when ye shall see the abomination of desolation, spoken of by Daniel the prophet, standing where it ought not, (let him that readeth understand,) then let them that be in Judaea flee to the mountains.

Luke 21:20 And when ye shall see Jerusalem compassed with armies, then know that the desolation thereof is nigh.  Then let them which are in Judaea flee to the mountains.

Though the location of this discourse takes place on the Mount of Olives in the first two and in the temple courtyard in the third, the discourse is virtually identical in all three except for those verses just cited.

The problem with the first two is the alleged incident of the “abomination of desolation”.  This alleged incident, the setting up of an idol of Zeus in the Holy of Holies in the Jerusalem temple, took place in 167 BCE.  So, the 33 CE almost two centuries later was a little late to be warning people about this happening.  The Luke reference is much more plausible, a reference, no doubt in hindsight, since the Siege of Jerusalem occurred in 70 CE.

The Passion Play

The accounts of the Passion follow a script written for the ceremonies of other dying-and-resurrecting gods such as Serapis or Adonis or Mithras, all of whom were worshipped in 1st century CE Palestine.  Indeed, a temple to Serapis and Isis stood in Samaria-Sebaste from the 3rd century BCE and the just mentioned temple to Serapis (who had by this time also absorbed Asclepius) stood just outside Jerusalem.

There are numerous problems with any one of these accounts, several with them altogether.

First, Ananus would not have presided at any trial, for reason given below, and a trial at night would have violated Jewish and Roman law.

Pontius Pilatus truly did not give a damn what the local population thought.  He was brutal and merciless.  Indeed, he was recalled in 36 CE for the brutality with which he put down a mild protest by the Samaritans to be a separate Roman province from Iudea.  He certainly would not have been begging the Jews to accept Jesus bar Joses instead of Jesus bar Abbas; he instead would have crucified them side-by-side.

Speaking of which, there was no custom to release a condemned prisoner at the season of Passover.  Even if there had been, those eligible would not have included political rebels.

When Pilatus washed his hands, that was something done at the pronunciation of every death sentence in Roman jurisprudence.

Only Matthew and Mark mention scourging before the crucifixion, and this was indeed frequently a feature of crucifixion.  Jesus bar Joses was not being singled out.  The purpose behind it was to hasten death, the same reason that legs of the crucified were sometimes broken to prevent the condemned from lingering.

If Jesus bar Joses did, in fact, die a mere six hours after being crucified, it really was a miracle.  Two to three days was more usual, sometimes even up to a week.  The men would hang on the cross, thirsting, sunburned, blinded by the sun, bitten by insects, their eyes plucked out by birds, worms and other creepy crawling creatures eating parts of their bodies, all that time.

Unlike the usual portrayals, the feet of the crucified were usually no more than a foot or two off the ground.  They were completely naked, no loincloths allowed.  They hung until they died and frequently until they rotted, sabbaths and other festivals or solemn occasions notwithstanding.

Crucifixion was hardly unique, even in Palestine.  According to Josephus, 2000 were crucified after the post-Herod the Great revolt in 4 BCE.  Like the 6000 who were crucified after the Spartacus revolt of 73-71 BCE.

The supposed charge that Jesus bar Joses had allegedly claimed to be King of the Jews was in itself not enough to get him condemned.  He might have been laughed at.  Herod the Great was King of the Jews 38 BCE-4 BCE and Agrippa I King of the Jews 41-44 CE.  What the Christian gospels ignore is the fact that the Messiah ben David was foretold to defeat the last ruler of the “fourth empire” (Rome, from Daniel, preceded by the Chaldeans, Iranians, and Macedonians), and after enumerating his sins from his throne in Jerusalem, kill him with a sword.

THAT would have certainly caused a man to be sentenced to death as a rebel.  However, Jesus bar Joses not only repeatedly denied being such a messiah but according to all four gospels foretold his own death time and time again.  Such was supposed to be the role not of the Messiah ben David but of the Messiah ben Joseph.

Acts of the Apostles

Just a couple of notes about the earlier chapters of this work.

Ananus ben Seth (Annas) wouldn’t have presided over the Great Sanhedrin in The Acts of the Apostles) for Peter’s and John’s trial.  The head of the Great Sanhedrin after 191 BCE, when the body lost confidence in high priest Simon II bar Onias, was the Nasi.  The Nasi didn’t preside over trials when the Sanhedrin met as a criminal court, but given his history and the reasons for his deposition, the Romans would never have allowed Ananus to be Av Beit Din.

Nor was Ananus high priest, that role belonging to Joseph ben Caiaphas.

Gamaliel’s speech to the Sanhedrin calling for restraint says that the revolt of Judas the Galilean in 6 CE over the tax and census issue followed that of Theudas, which Josephus places in 47 CE.

03 April 2013

River hazards in the Chattanooga vicinity


One of Chattanooga’s scenic treasures, the twenty-six mile long Tennessee River Gorge (historically known as Cash Canyon) once provided river travelers with one of their most hazardous experiences imaginable.  Starting below Williams’ (aka Tuskegee) Island the stretch of river winds past Raccoon Mountain before splitting Walden’s Ridge to the north from Sand Mountain to the south and was so notoriously difficult that its fame reached even to the governor of Virginia, Thomas Jefferson.

Sometimes called by the name of its most famous hazard, The Suck, this stretch of river and its navigational hazards were so formidable, French agents attempting to travel upriver to reach Cherokee country during the French and Indian War, intending to establish an outpost at the spot later occupied by British agent McDonald, gave up after several attempts.  Although they did set up a tiny relay post there, they had to erect their main fort on Long-Island-on-the-Tennessee, in the center of the island between a town of Koasati at the north end and a town of Kaskinampo on the other.

The river through the Chattanooga area was no picnic either.  In the downtown area, the Chattanooga Shoals just above Maclellan Island gave easy passage to the fleeing Napochi Indians fleeing the Coosa and their Spanish allies in 1560.  The water was at most knee deep at any but very rainy times.  Passing this, boats next faced minor sand bars on either side of Maclellan (formerly Chattanooga) Island.

Soon after that, travelers entered the portion twisting around Moccasin Point peninsula known as Moccasin Bend.  Not only did travelers have to navigate this difficult stretch, they had to deal with Ross’ Towhead (a tiny island now part of the ground supporting I-24) and its shallows, known as Buffalo Ford.  The islet, named for Daniel Ross, lay opposite Moccasin Point’s “pinky toe”, and the ford just upriver of it.

After round the big toe of Moccasin Point, travelers then faced cross currents at the mouths of Chattanooga Creek and Lookout Creek, followed by another stretch of navigational hazards known as Lookout Shoals. 

Just when things seemed to be looking up, travelers faced off against Williams’ Island, with the large Burrough’s Bar obstructing the channel on its right and Jackson’s Bar the channel on its left. 

William’s Island is so-named for Hamilton County pioneer Samuel Williams, who came to Ross’ Landing in 1834.  Before that, it had been called Brown’s Island, for John Brown of Brown’s Landing, Ferry, and Tavern, formerly judge of the Chickamauga District of the Cherokee Nation and later Principal Chief of the Cherokee Nation West.  Even earlier than that, the Cherokee had called it Tuskegee Island after its original inhabitants.

Below Williams’/Brown’s/Tuskegee Island was where the real fun began, at least for those of highly adventurous spirit.  Just past the foot of the island lay the Tumbling Shoals. 

Not far past that travelers had to avoid crashing into Holston Rock.

The most infamous hazard of all, and justifiably so, came next.  Where Suck Creek gushes into the river off Walden’s Ridge, conditions led to a permanent whirlpool often spanning the entire width of the river.  Often called The Suck, its “formal” name was The Kettle, and it whirled at almost the northernmost point of the river’s bend around Raccoon Mountain.

No time to breathe yet, though, for now the weary travelers had to traverse the Suck Shoals.

Heading due south now, travelers encountered the Dead Man’s Eddy.

The whirlpool named The Pot boiled where the river made a left turn.

Where the river turned back to the right, The Skillet churned below Raccoon Mountain to the left of the river.

In the middle of the following short straight stretch The Pan gave its name not just to the whirlpool but to Pan Gap through Raccoon Mountain.

One of the river’s main crossing points, Kelly’s Ferry, operated just past The Pan well into the 20th century, just above the hazard called Kelly’s Shoals.

Shortly after those shoals, the river entered a particularly tight, and therefore swift-moving 10-mile stretch of river called The Narrows.

Cash Canyon and its navigation hazards ended past Hale’s Bar, which marked the end of The Narrows and the beginning of comparatively safe river travel.  Until the unfortunate wayfarers reached the 80-plus mile long Muscle Shoals.

Hale’s Bar was chosen as the site of the first major dam on the Tennessee River in the Chattanooga area.  Its purpose was two-fold: first, to provide hydro-generated electricity to the local region, and second, to tame the wild, wild river.  Once its locks closed in 1915, the river canyons beautiful but very dangerous features disappeared forever.