Hating Less

The Catholic Church is eating itself alive, or maybe it's been dead for a long time -- I can't tell. It's disappointing, whatever the case may be. The Protestant denominations are either growing more extremist or splintering further. People are starving to death and it seems like the majority of AmeriChristians are busy bitching about birth control and "legislating from the bench" and how they're so persecuted because the big mean activist judges won't let them put the motherfucking Ten Commandments on public property. GET A GRIP.

I hate that my gut reaction, on learning Harriet Miers was an evangelical Christian, was "Oh fuck." I hate that derisive superiority I feel toward literal creationists. I hate that I love to make fun of them and call them hicks and ignoramuses (ignorami?). I hate this hateful person I'm turning into even more than I hate the people who think Jesus told them to make sure I can't get emergency contraception if I am raped.

In a follow-up post:

"If you're going to hate, hate the liars -- not the lied to." That was what my friend said today that gave me pause. Yeah, ideally there shouldn't be any hate at all, but sometimes you have to start smaller than that -- say, with hating less. With hating the hateful ideas, not the people who blithely espouse them.

[via Bad Catholic, emphasis mine]