It’s finally snowing. Yeah, we’ve already had some this year, but not the good stuff. Loads of the good stuff right now. I love snow. My problem is I tweaked my knee before I drove to San Diego. All that sitting and working the clutch only made it worse. It is finally feeling better and the snow hits. I want to go to church, but I do not want to take the chance of retweaking my knee.
So, I’m staying home.
Now for the snow job. In the political cycle a fight is being framed of Religious Freedom v. Women’s Health. SNOW JOB. By both sides. My problem is I agree with both sides. Boy, am I a neurotic bastard!!!
Religious Freedom and Women’s Health are not mutually exclusive. The easy out for me is that I’m a mormon and so the contraceptive issue is simply an issue of individual choice recognizing Heavenly Father has not revoked YET the Noachic commandment to fill the planet. YET (since, I’m a mormon, I allow Heavenly Father the chance to change his mind–He has that right just like anyone else). For me the issue changes to Religious Freedom v. Individual Freedom.
Personal Agency is a gigantic part of the mormon belief system: individuals are free to choose to do/abstain-from good and/or evil as long as they recognize the consequences good or ill of the said action to themselves and society as a whole. The idea of the unforgivable sin is extremely different for mormons than for many other religions. Neither suicide or murder are unforgivable sins. Difficult to repent from, but not unforgivable.
Using contraceptives is not a damnable sin for mormons (or even a sin for that matter). I prefer contraceptives over abortion any day. I’d rather hand out rubbers to teen-age boys and free pills to the girls rather than them increasing the chances of unwanted and often then aborted pregnancies. Contraceptives can be a good thing. We used them in my marriage. We decided three was enough (well two: Rob being a very stubborn kid–he really wanted to be born).
However, this fight is morphing into the ongoing idiocy of Religious Institutionalism v. Secular Institutionalism. This battle is the real snow job.
The Ogre works as a call-center phone-monkey. He would eventually love to work as a commercial illustrator or self-sufficient webcomic. The Ogre loves many things and hates few, however he has issues with almost everything (mostly because he has issues--he's started having acne around and on his nose and sitting place again). The Ogre is forty-somethin' flippy years old for goodness sakes and is loosing his mind.
