Our Fundamentalism

10491971_10152107569305974_5775053914910697248_n-2.jpgOur fundamentalism will always have us drowning, in denial to the end, preaching about surviving all this extreme weather. But the wilderness rises up our legs, unlaughing, eating us alive. Right-wing apocalyptic Christianity may try its vaudeville routine as the water rises, because turning your deathbed into a garish comedy is its style, but all Americans have the same contract with the lonely, angry military god. We all have our chance go down into the suffocating wildness with only a sad reality show of our last moments. We are looking for eternity, re-runs, syndication, and profits that silently come into our Paypal account. 

Profits are the form that fundamentalism takes now, the wars that support it are just a very expensive form of last minute shouting before drowning. We were supposed to follow a pillar of fire across the wilderness, but it's worse than GPS. The flood put out the fire and the god disappeared like a Wall Street crook in a Dassault jet. We wanted the eternity we were promised. We wanted to slay the natives and settle down. We are still trying to go to church as the water rises. We want our eternity so badly, like a drug-like sexual encounter, like a billion dollars appearing in the seaweed as it swallows us. The Earth is pushing us into the sky for our last words, and this is a speech with no money in it.