The real problem isn’t the hanging with Nazis…it is being absolutely batty…
She was not a particularly bad bishop. She was, in fact, quite typical of Episcopal bishops of the first quarter of the 21st century: agnostic, compulsively political and radical and given to placing a small idol of Isis on the alter when she said the Communion service. By 2037, when she was tried for heresy, convicted and burned, she had outlived her era. By that time only a handful of Episcopalians still recognized female clergy, and it would have been easy enough to let the old fool rant our her final years in obscurity. But we are a people who do our duty.
(I live about 4 blocks from the church where Danforth is Associate Pastor so this seemed especially disturbing and funny at the same time.
Atrios links to Lind’s, ummm, story concerning some sort of dark futuristic d-rate Handmaid’s Tale universe–but Lind seems to think this is a good thing.
one of the choicer quotes:
The Deep Greeners took over Oregon, and North Americans got their first taste of totalitarianism. If you weren?t one of them, you didn?t get a Breathing License and they tied a plastic gad over your head. That lasted three years until the rest of the state recaptured Portland with Japanese help (they needed the timber). Both Portland and Washington are doing okay now; recently they got the right of send non-voting delegates to the Diet in Tokyo.
The real money paragraph is right here:
It?s funny how clearly the American century is marked: 1865 to 1965. The first Civil War made us one nation. After 1965 and another war, we disunited ? deconstructed ? with equal sped into blacks, whites, Hispanics, womyn, gays, victims, oppressors, left-handed albinos, you name it. In three decades we covered the distance that had taken Rome three centuries. As recently as the early 1960s ? God, it?s hard to believe ? America was still the greatest nation on earth, the most powerful, the most productive, the freest, a place of safe homes, dutiful children in good schools, strong families and a hot lunch for orphans.
So I wonder what was special about that year to Lind? Actually, I don’t wonder. Oh, Trent, your guest is ready…