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Mar. 9th, 2007 01:12 pmI don't care if I am still feeling like crap. I don't care if I have so much work that my soul hurts a little bit. I am not concerned about the presentation I have to give in a couple of hours. I don't care that what I should probably do is stay in get a good night's sleep.
This morning, I had a tutorial on Calvinism. Precisely, I had a tutorial on John Calvin's Institutes of the Christian Religion. This is the founding document of a lot of recent Protestant theology, and anyone who can trace religious descent from Calvinism will believe in a lot of it, and have reverence for Calvin as a Good Guy. If you believe in it, good for you. I am not dissing you for believing in it.
However, since you are my friends-list and as such, I assume, not quite as devout as sixteenth-century Geneva, I am going to go ahead and say offensive things about Calvin.
Calvin was a humourless, miserable, self-important bastard, who believed that he understood God's will better than God himself (pre-destination - some are saved, some are damned, God picks and we don't know who he picks although I know he's picked me, HA! was the gist he was running at), banned Christmas, burnt beautiful works of art, didn't get out enough and spent all of his life telling everyone else why they were going to hell (but he wasn't) and generally symbolises, to me, Everything Wrong With Puritanism.
So tonight, I am going to go out, wear a mini-skirt, get blind drunk, dance obscenely, blaspheme, talk about sex, possibly flash at a policeman and gamble. Hell, it's a shame that Simon isn't around, because I should throw some good old-fashioned fornification in there. THEN I'M GOING TO GO TO MASS ON SUNDAY AND I'M GOING TO SAY PRAYERS IN LATIN AND I'M GOING TO DO A GOOD WORK AND SECURE MY PLACE IN HEAVEN SO THERE JOHN CALVIN. And I'm going to wear tinsel and celebrate Christain early. Ha! HA!
... you know, I feel better now. And I should get back to worrying about my presentation.
This morning, I had a tutorial on Calvinism. Precisely, I had a tutorial on John Calvin's Institutes of the Christian Religion. This is the founding document of a lot of recent Protestant theology, and anyone who can trace religious descent from Calvinism will believe in a lot of it, and have reverence for Calvin as a Good Guy. If you believe in it, good for you. I am not dissing you for believing in it.
However, since you are my friends-list and as such, I assume, not quite as devout as sixteenth-century Geneva, I am going to go ahead and say offensive things about Calvin.
Calvin was a humourless, miserable, self-important bastard, who believed that he understood God's will better than God himself (pre-destination - some are saved, some are damned, God picks and we don't know who he picks although I know he's picked me, HA! was the gist he was running at), banned Christmas, burnt beautiful works of art, didn't get out enough and spent all of his life telling everyone else why they were going to hell (but he wasn't) and generally symbolises, to me, Everything Wrong With Puritanism.
So tonight, I am going to go out, wear a mini-skirt, get blind drunk, dance obscenely, blaspheme, talk about sex, possibly flash at a policeman and gamble. Hell, it's a shame that Simon isn't around, because I should throw some good old-fashioned fornification in there. THEN I'M GOING TO GO TO MASS ON SUNDAY AND I'M GOING TO SAY PRAYERS IN LATIN AND I'M GOING TO DO A GOOD WORK AND SECURE MY PLACE IN HEAVEN SO THERE JOHN CALVIN. And I'm going to wear tinsel and celebrate Christain early. Ha! HA!
... you know, I feel better now. And I should get back to worrying about my presentation.
