I’m sitting here staring at my own title with ironic amusement. I know what I want to say. I just can’t seem to marshal my thoughts to say it clearly and tactfully. Well, that’s the beauty of electronic editing, I can always change it. Here goes.
I took the daughter to another meeting of the Free Thinkers Society. It is possible to be a free-thinker and still be a Christian, although many “Good Christians” and all “Good Catholics” will deny that. Free Thinkers, atheists, agnostics and *science* don’t wish to be enemies of Christianity, but they are all thinkers, and Catholicism in particular, denies the right to think for yourself. I commented to my *recovering Catholic* wife, one time, about reading a Bible passage when she was a child, and was astounded to find that Good Catholics are not permitted to read the Bible. They might *misinterpret* it. They had to wait for a priest to tell them what it meant.
With the Catholic Church at the top of the list, all Christian denominations present their particular set of views, as a monolithic whole, indivisible, and unquestionable. The Catholic Church rails against “supermarket religion”, and says that its followers can’t pick and choose what they will and will not believe. Yet the same church picked and chose among divinely inspired gospels, written at the same time, by the same group of holy people, and found among the same scrolls. The Church included in the Bible the ones which solidified their position and ignored the ones which did them no good.
The Catholic Church changes its dogma from time period to time period, and from place to place, yet its followers are expected to believe that it remains uniform. I worked with a young woman who was the child of an English Catholic couple who had moved to Canada. In England, when a child was taken in to be baptised, any name could be chosen.
They had picked the name Lynne for her, but the priest demanded to know what saint’s name they had chosen. He told them he could not baptise a child without a saint’s name. He told them that they could pick any holy name except Jesus or Madonna. Under time pressure, they chose Virginia, after the Virgin Mary. Every third Latino is named Jesus (hay-sues), and the Detroit Madonna is still trying to keep British riff-raff from walking through her back yard. The British Catholic rules are not observed in Canada, and Canadian Catholic rules are not obeyed in the US, or south of its borders.
It is said that some people believe they’re thinking, when all they are doing is rearranging their prejudices. A recent column in the local paper would be amusing, if the writer wasn’t so darned serious. He doesn’t say that he’s a vegetarian, just that he’s a member of Toronto Pig Save. What he doesn’t say is as telling as what he does say. He wants to prevent pigs from being trucked and slaughtered at a large Toronto plant. He plays the same language games that the churches play, and, to one who pays attention, sounds just as foolish. He tries the *Own the Definition Gambit*, but fails, quickly and miserably.
He immediately stakes out the high ground by asking, “Is it moral to slaughter pigs just so we can have bacon?” He quickly reckons that most Canadians would answer yes, to this. “Moral” means actions or behavior based on right and wrong. He would like most people to think his viewpoint is right, but morality in this case is subjective and the majority says he’s wrong. I’m happy he’s got a hobby trying to save pigs, but he never mentions cows, steers, veal calves, turkeys or chickens. Why so much heat about hogs, while ignoring the rest?
He writes about people from his group standing on the street, taking pictures and videos of pigs on their way to the slaughter-house. He points out that the temperature one day was 36C (95F), and the trucks were not air-conditioned. It would be illegal to leave a dog in a car on such a day – but a dog would be sealed in a car, whereas the pigs were in a trailer with airflow though many openings. In fact, the pigs would be covered by the top of the trailer, and probably a lot cooler and more comfortable than the idiots out on the sidewalk taking pictures.
He feels the answer to his question above might change if the word pigs were changed to puppies. Now he’s trying to play the *Define Cute* game. Someone said that, if baby seals looked like lobsters, no-one would say a word when they were clubbed to death. He says that pigs are notoriously smart, and have a habit of looking you in the eye – as if to say, “I know what you have in mind for me, and I’m disappointed in your lack of character.” He need have no such worry. I’m sure even the pigs consider him quite a character, standing out in the sun, peering into passing trucks, in an attempt to change the millennia-old eating habits of the human race.
While I’m sure he wants to keep the pigs from being slaughtered, the main thrust of the article is their handling and transportation. He complains a couple of times about the lack of air-conditioning. How would he suggest they be delivered, one at a time, in limos? That would stop people from eating pork. It would drive the price as high as a communications satellite, with beef and chicken right behind it.
Do you want to be fed, or do you want to be Nice? Here’s a nice tofu sandwich while you consider. Pigs also provide ribs, roasts, stews and sausage. Ignore that man behind the truck wheel. Just click your heels twice and return to brunch. He wrote a nice (there’s that word again.) little feel-good article. I just don’t think that much thinking went into it.