I admit it. I occasionally feel more than a little guilt for abandoning my fellow evangelicals, who voted overwhelmingly, four to one in fact, for Mitt Romney. Get this: 83.5% of my neighbors in this county did the same thing. Good night, I'm a minority! Like I said, I do feel some guilt because I have some sympathy for those who wanted Mitt because he offered the most sturdy opposition to abortion. I get that.
I love my mother, who is, as many are, single-issue here: she believes abortion should be spelled a-b-o-m-i-n-a-t-i-o-n, and she'll get on the bandwagon of whichever politician claims he'll do what he or she can to shut down Roe v. Wade. When she thinks politics, she visualizes little babies, dead. Along the way, she's bought into a ton of the fear Republican forces sell like indulgences--like, Obama's a Muslim supporting Sharia law, or he's a communist, or he's the anti-Christ, attitudes that would be plain silly if they weren't so evil.
I have great sympathy for my mother's view of things because I too oppose abortion, but I'm not as sure as she is that it's something the government can end. I also believe that it's my belief, a tenet of my faith, that a fetus is, in fact, a living human being. My mother thinks we live in a Christian nation. I think we're pluralist. She thinks her faith should be law. I get that, but I don't believe it, and I don't want to fight because in opposing her faith I start to look, to her, uncomfortably like the enemy, which is to say, Satan. I get that too.
To my mother, gay marriage is another abomination, a sign of the times, of the end times. Jesus is coming again, and soon, she'll say, because we're actually allowing two people of the same sex to love each other. I understand her, I even sympathize with her, but I don't share her desperation. To me, at best, gay marriage is a wedge issue.
There are wonderful, Christian people--millions of them--who line up on the political stage as true blue Republicans simply because of those two issues, issues that are, to them, foundational, bottom-line positions. They can't imagine that good Christians could possibly see things differently. They honestly believe that the God of heaven and earth, the Creator of the Universe, and Jesus Christ, his son, wanted Mitt; but some would say--maybe even my mom--that on Tuesday the powers of darkness triumphed.
I think they're wrong, but for them I have some sympathy. Good people who see abortion and gay marriage as the root of all political evil I understand. I don't agree, but I understand.
But pardon me for gloating about Karl Rove. I know--gloating is unbecoming, even sin. But if Karl Rove is on the rack post-election, forgive me for smiling. Citizens United triumphed in the Supreme Court, but lost, big-time, on Tuesday.
Brother Karl is roasting over an open pit because America's super rich, rock-solid conservatives, doled out hundreds of millions to support forces sworn to bring down the socialist in Washington and got absolutely nothing in return. Pardon my sheer, unadulterated glee that those overflowing right-wing treasure chests were depleted, then defeated by a coalition of brown people and unmarried women, along with just 14% of Sioux County, Iowa. I love it. I doubt, seriously, that Shel Adelson, the casino king, shares my mother's passion about abortion; the man worships at the altar of free enterprise.
This morning, I'm a real sinner because I'm just lovin' the woe that befell the Republican fat cats who didn't make the killing they assumed their bucks would buy them. Those gadzillions of dollars went down a drain and into the sewer. I like that. There's still justice in this world.
I know, I know--it's not Christian of me to take pleasure at suffering, at the kind of sneering I'm doing. But I'm not the only one who did such a thing. Seems to me I know a Galilean who at least shook his head, too.