Tom Muzzio
Tom Muzzio
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Somewhere under the Rainbow
…or (better yet) …somewhere under the RADAR
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Howling at the Moon

The rainbow gets a real cool role in the Bible! It is a symbol that the Almighty gave to mankind after killing everybody on the planet with the famous deluge known as “The Genesis Flood.” Yahweh, the sky god of the Hebrews, kills everything alive with breath in its nostrils; but after assessing the damage, he gets all puddled up, and – in his own private little pity party – declares that he will never do it again.

And God said, “This is the sign of the covenant I am making between me and you and every living creature with you, a covenant for all generations to come: I have set my rainbow in the clouds, and it will be the sign of the covenant between me and the earth. Whenever I bring clouds over the earth and the rainbow appears in the clouds, I will remember my covenant between me and you and all living creatures of every kind. Never again will the waters become a flood to destroy all life." (Genesis 9: 12-15). Yea! I say. I say Yea! :-)

For years Christians had taken this symbol for granted. It more or less belonged to them, as it came right from the Bible itself. But then, while they weren't looking, someone stole their symbol right from under their uplifted noses and made it their own. And who could that possibly be? OMG, no! The hated queers, the “perverts,” the fags. The most horrible and despicable people on God's green Earth were suddenly waving rainbow flags all over the place, and wearing them on their lapels, their T-shirts, and their jock-straps. What is the world coming to?

What indeed? As one who has lived through this amazing time when Bible-believing Christians have finally had enough of the world sliding into a satanic abyss, I have watched with total awe how their much-touted Christian love has turned into vehement hatred and mindless belly-aching. Another Evangelical Christian lament that I heard for the first time many years ago was their loss of the word “gay” ... another term hijacked by the homosexual hoards. I recall sitting in a prayer meeting once when a portly woman – with snow-white hair sprayed stiff and piled high – stood up and whined that we all could no longer sing of donning our “gay apparel” at Christmas anymore. Imagine that! Just imagine. Those sexual monsters had swiped a perfectly good word and polluted it, making it into a symbol of their own depravity. Tisk tisk tisk.

Now, when I watch the righteous folks of the religious right marching and chanting, spewing hatred and exclusion, I chuckle a bit to myself. They had better watch out lest we steal the old rugged cross next! LOL


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