Whoo-whoo, you’re almost eligible for parole from this letter-perfect piffle. But first, a word from – my dictionary, starting with
Too many Fundamentalist (with the accent on mental) Christians play the definition game, whereby they decide what a word or name means, and use it as justification for hatred and harassment of those who don’t precisely agree with them.
One of the words that sets many of them off, is ‘Witch.’ Their infallible Bible tells them, “Suffer not a witch to live.” They all know what a witch is, what they look like, how they act, and what they do. (Evil, evil evil!) Ignoring Glinda the Good Witch in The Wizard of Oz, they focus on the ugly hag, the crone, who is stirring up a batch of bats’ brain, newts’ eyes and frog warts, to cast evil, harmful spells.
My daughter is a witch, and I’m proud of it. Actually, she’s only kinda, sorta, Wiccan – but there’s many a Good Christian who’s only prevented from having her burned at the stake by strong, secular laws. She believes in a unifying force of the universe, only she doesn’t believe that ‘It’ is male, and she doesn’t call it ‘God.’
If you’ve read my Rylah Reblog, you know that she’s as loving and caring a person as any judgmental Christian. She gets her morals and ethics from her heart and her mind, not from some list drawn up by a bunch of frightened old men, also listing what you can wear, what you can eat, and who you have to hate, because they’re different.
The witches that ‘they’ believe in, didn’t really exist in the past, and they don’t exist now. Any witch that I know now, is usually a better, kinder, nicer person, and productive, loving, accepting member of society, than most of these superstitious buffoons.