(If you arrived here via a link in my HuffPo piece on Americans United contacting the IRS about pastor Charles Worley, you were supposed to end up not at this post, but rather at NC Pastor: “Let’s put all the queers and lesbians behind electric fences and let them die.” [VIDEO]. This post is a follow-up to that one. Sorry for that linky snafu.)
I mean … what does one do with this sort of thing?
I’m starting to feel like I’m living in some kind of Bizzaro World parallel universe, where … well, where no one ever goes to a decent school, for one.
I’m not saying that this woman is stupid; she doesn’t seem particularly organically stupid at all. But that she’s pretty dramatically uneducated is painfully obvious. She seems to have almost no capacity for the most basic kind of reasoning—the kind of reasoning that is the first and primary benefit of even a solid elementary school education.
And her anger is palpable; she positively radiates hostility. And I don’t blame her for being angry. It’s a terrible thing to even say, but the truth is that the world is generally a terribly harsh place for people who are uneducated. When you don’t know how to at all reason—not to mention when you’ve been trained to believe there’s not really much you personally can do to impact the quality of your life—your world very quickly gets and remains very small.
This woman would do damage. She’ll take a motherfucker out. People are always saying that they can’t understand how everyone in Nazi Germany could have supported what the Nazis were doing. And yes, I understand that many citizens in Germany at that time had no idea what their army was doing. But basically this woman, right here, is the answer to that question. People of her ilk are exactly how the Nazi army could have done what it did.
You put this woman in anything near a mob of others like her, hand her a drink and a baseball bat, and then point her toward some gays, or Jews, or Muslims—or anyone she thinks is either of those? Some skulls are gonna get cracked. People will die. And she’ll come home, throw her bloody clothes in her washing machine, down a beer or six, and sleep that night just as sound as she could be, secure in her conviction that she’s a perfectly good, perfectly God-fearing woman.
People like her get me itchy. They make me want to start storing food and buying weapons. And I’m not sure that in America today we’re producing any more of any kind of person than we are people like her. I think she’s the norm these day. If not, she’s entirely too close to it.
I’m not saying that I’m quite yet freaking out. But I am starting to get that weird tingly feeling that you sometimes do when it feels like there’s a big, ugly storm coming your way, one that it’s just possible you’re not going to be entirely capable of weathering.