As usual the truth, or, reality if you prefer, turns out to be far more strange than anything you can make up in the way of fiction.
Anyone who reads this blog, or, knows me either personally, or, professionally understands how taken I am with attempting to understand what it means to be human. How fascinated I am with the little “reality creation” projects that make up such a huge and vitally important part of our existence. What you see pictured above are Mormon Temple Garments, known to us non-Mormons as “Magic Underpants”. They are believed, by Mormons, to provide the wearer with spiritual protection and tales are told of Mormons who credit their temple garments with helping them survive car wrecks, fires, and natural disasters. I have it on the highest authority that Mitt Romney would consider himself naked without them.
Now, here is what tickles the heck out of me this morning. By the 1890s what was left of the Native American population was on its last leg. The good Christian descendants of the God Fearing explorers who had lied, murdered and raped their way from coast to coast were about to finish, in the name of Jesus, the genocide begun moments after the first “decent white folks” laid eyes on the rich and so poorly defended real estate we know today as America. As far as the Native Americans were concerned the writing was on the Tee-Pee and the jig was up. Their way of life was over and they did what humans do when they realize their way of life is over. They turned to magic!
A magical religious movement (excuse me for being redundant) arose among what was left of the Native American Tribes. Those who joined this movement were encouraged to believe that through magic and dancing the white man could be made to simply “go away” and that his bullets could be rendered harmless if warriors placed upon themselves magically protective “Ghost Shirts” and rode boldly into battle. They were known as “Ghost Dancers”. I bet I don’t have to tell you how well that turned out.
Here is the really funny part. Can you guess where the Native Americans could possibly have gotten the crazy idea that magic clothing could protect them from harm?
You guessed it and historians and anthropologists specializing in that time period and location point almost unanimously to……. Mormon Magic Underpants!
So, where are we today? The lies, murder and rape of the planet has continued and there is no end in sight to the damage more time will bring. Whole nations, cultures and peoples now stand where the Native Americans once stood and like they did they long for someone, some power, to bring back the good times and the security and the power they once enjoyed. Do they face this calamity with logic? Do they say to themselves, “We are all in this together and, together, we can make a better and more equitable world”?
They choose to follow a man who wears magic fucking underpants and tells them stories of a magical future where lowering taxes produces more revenue and cutting spending on education produces more jobs. I wondrous future where eliminating birth control produces less unwanted babies instead of more. A magical land where we will ALL be rich if we can all just learn to blame the poor for anything that goes wrong….. And the minorities….. And the Chinese…… And the blacks….. And the Government regulations…..
What’s left of that tribe once known as “The Middle Class” will soon learn what the Native Americans did. Life on the Reservation ain’t all the Great White Father in Washington promised it would be.
Oh, and there ain’t know such thing as magic.