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In general, I’ve considered organized religion to be a potent poison.  It sets up an elitest clique who proclaim that they are better than you and unless you adhere to the ways of their dusty old scriptures you will suffer eternal torment.  While I have no problems with silly people believing silly myths as if they were reality, I do have a problem when these silly people try to turn their silly beliefs into silly laws.

How do you break the power of the masses?  By breaking the masses.  That’s why I’ve been following the whole Episcopal/Anglican series of stories with much greater attention than other religious stories.  The Anglican Communion and Episcopalian Church are smaller than some of the other influential religious denominations, but it can, hopefully, provide an example on how to dilute the power and influence of these types of organizations.

In 2003 V. Eugene Robinson, a gay man, was appointed a bishop in the Episcopalian Church.  It was a great stride forward for religion in general.  It was, of course, not seen this way.  Robinson’s elevation to higher office was greeted with derision and outright hatred, particularly by a backward man named Peter Akinola in a backward country called Nigeria.  Akinola has wasted no opportunity to call homosexuality a sickness and say that homosexuals are not fit to live.  To promote his stupidity, he has taken some of the more conservative parishes and diocese under his wing.  This is a good thing.  By following Bishop Fred Flintstone, these people may be placing themselves in limbo under their church law.  They certainly look ridiculous and this can only blunt their message of hatred.  Please Bishop Homo Habilis, enlarge your silly flock!

Personally I can’t wait for the whole shebang to break apart into hundreds or thousands of pieces.  The Anglicans are only the starting place.  The best thing that could happen to religion is a million Martin Luthers in every denomination, branch, cult, etc… splitting them all into tiny slivers so they can argue theology while the rest of us get along with something important like creating peace on earth.

Amen!

When All Else Fails, Just Outright Lie

If you’re a Catholic bishop and can’t get people to stop having sex with condoms what do you do?

You tell them condoms are purposely being made with the HIV virus.

I’m sure George W. Bush is incredibly proud right now.

I almost forgot…

A friend of mine saw the ad below and gave kudos to putting a black man in the Jesus spot, since the chances that The Annointed One was the pasty faced Aryan of his typical portrayal in the west are pretty slim.

How Did I Ever Miss This?

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In what should be a non-story, the Concerned Women of America (or is it for America) have some problems with the above image, an advertisement for the upcoming Folsom Street Fair this weekend. A number of blogs have picked up on this including the prolific Andrew Sullivan, Towleroad, Joe My God and postmodernbarney. Sullivan is brief, calling it an unnecessary provocation and “easy, cheap blasphemy”. I can understand the “unnecessary provocation” comment even if I don’t agree with it, but the blasphemy crack seems to touch a nerve or two of his.

What bothers me most is that Sullivan went on some time ago about not having the right to not be offended. (I attempted to search his archives for the entry, but there are way too many to look through. If I find it in the near future, I’ll update this.) It’s one of the few points we both agree on. Is Sullivan saying that this alleged blasphemy is the exception to this rule? I certainly hope not as this would compromise both free speech and freedom of religion.

Towleroad’s slightly longer entry is more of a news announcement with a slightly smarmy, buy well deserved, attitude toward CWA. Joe My God’s entry is similar, but states an opinion of the ad. He likes it! The more interesting parts of both these articles are the voluminous comments each have generated. It’s worth a read.

Postmodernbarney has the most well written and intelligently reasoned “so what” I’ve ever read. (I’ve followed the site for awhile and the man has talent.) OK, I don’t think Sullivan is that right-wing, but that’s just my opinion. He’s the only one to actually come out and say “be ourselves”, “stop changing your behavior for the sake others”, etc….

I would take this a little further. We need to condemn CWA’s call to political leaders. Asking them to condemn blasphemy represents a serious threat to everyone’s freedoms. Our constitution states the congress can make no law respecting the establishment of religion or prohibit its free exercise. The call by CWA is their attempt to elevate Christianity above other religions. If this were out of sense of fairness they would have asked members of congress to condemn religious right leaders who committed blasphemy by calling Islam satanic and Muhammad a pedophile. These are they people who call gay rights special rights, but want to put Christianity beyond anyone’s criticism. Talk about hypocritical.

I like the poster. It’s a clever and slick image. If you have a problem with it don’t look at it. You don’t have the right to eliminate the things that offend you but you do have the right to walk away from it. For everyone else, enjoy it!

Update: Check the comment below for a story in Time Magazine about Andrew Sullivan and his argument that you are not protected from offense.  My thanks to the reader for his diligent research.

Very Little I Can Add To This…

An excellent article written by someone obviously much more talented than me!  Enjoy!  I did.

What’s a Boy to Do?

A funny post from a funny blog.  Check out that 1950’s ad to get $10.98 dresses for free.  (Being a child of the 70s, It still weirds me out to see addresses with no ZIP code.)

I think the answer to the author’s query is in the resemblence of the the lady in red (that would be the one in the lower right, not the embedded comic strip) to the grand dame of drag artists, Lypsinka.

Is this a case of art imitating life or the other way around?

Along Came Poly

A few posts ago I wrote about polygamy and the TV “Big Love”.  It brought up memories of a rather remarkable man named William Marston (1893-1947).  Doctor Marston was a psychology professor, an inventor and a writer.  It is the last two occupations that would have a lasting effect on society.

Doctor Marston’s most famous invention was a systolic blood pressure test.  It wasn’t used for health purposes but was developed into an early form of a lie detector test.  Doctor Marston’s other invention, under the pen name Charles Moulton, was an iconic media character known as Wonder Woman.

Wonder Woman herself was a remarkable invention.  In the middle of a World War, during a very conservative period of America absent many of the civil liberties we currently take for granted, comes a self-confident, supremely strong, scantily clad woman, resident of an island inhabited only by women.  Marston made sure to point out these differences from the “modern” woman of the time who was still expected to clean the house, cook dinner and raise the children.   When Wonder Woman first arrives in America and decides to stay awhile, she looks in a shop window and despairs that the clothes have “so much material” while some locals have an astonished reaction to her outfit which is basically a one piece bathing suit and hooker boots.  In a subsequent story where her eternally suffering boyfriend, Steve Trevor, gains greater strength then her in his attempt to make her go truly ga-ga over him, she thinks: Isn’t it more fun to make the man obey.

So what does that make her creator, who wrote for the strip until about two weeks before he died?  One of the first modern feminists.   Doctor Marston believed the female to be superior to the male and that when women finally took over, things like war, greed, poverty, etc… would vanish from the face of the earth.  Doctor Marston’s ideas weren’t the only thing that were unusual.  His personal life was as well.  While in college, Marston met Elizabeth Halloway and eventually the two were married.  Later, while teaching, a student of his, Olive Byrne moved in with the pair.  The relationship was more than friendship.  Marston had children by both women.  The unusual polyamorous arrangement was never a secret, the women were friends to the point that the ladies named their children after each other and Mr. and Mrs. formally adopted Ms. Byrne’s children.  Olive’s son pointed out that: “It was an arrangement where they lived together fairly harmoniously.”

Now to the point of this whole thing.  When people think of polygamy, they conjure images of arranged marriages and assigned child brides.  While, they never called it a marriage, it is an example of a successful polyamorous relationship.  This relationship developed naturally.  In fact, after Marston’s death from lung cancer in 1947, Elizabeth and Olive continued to live together until Olive’s death in the 1980’s.  Elizabeth died fairly recently in 1999 at the age of 100.  It seems fitting considering both women were inspirations for Wonder Woman.  Elizabeth provided the spunky personality while Olive, with her dark hair, blue eyes and large silver bracelets provided the physical model.  Basically, it shows that this type of a relationship can work and perhaps work better than the “traditional family structure”.

There are two unfortunate things here.  First is the early death of Doctor Marston.  In just a few years after his death, Frederic Wertham released his work Seduction of the Innocent accusing comics of causing all sorts of social ills such as juvenile delinquency and homosexuality.  Things went so far as Congressional hearings.  I believe Marston’s defense of comic books in general, an art form he loved, and his own creation specifically would have been fascinating.  Second, there is no decent biography of Doctor Marston available.

Portions of this entry are derived from Les Daniels’ “Wonder Woman, The Complete History” (Chronicle Books, 2000) and Nick Gillespie’s  “William Marston’s Secret Identity” (Reason Magazine, May 2001)

Contest

The contest will be announced on September 29th to coincide with the beginning of Banned Books Week.

[Correction made to the date.  I originally typed September 12th.  As time travel hasn't been invented yet, that would be impossible, wouldn't it?  However, the prize has something to to with time and space travel.  Check the Contest! page for some more details.]

There’s Something About Marryin’

Not too long ago, my current state of residence made a rather troubling court decision.  The most disturbing passage from the decision:

 ”In declaring that the State’s legitimate interests in fostering procreation and encouraging the traditional family structures in which children are born are related reasonably to the means employed by [the law banning same-sex marriage], our opinion should by no means be read to imply that the General Assembly may not grant and recognize for homosexual persons civil unions or the reasons,” wrote Harrell, who is retired from the court but participated in the decision because he was a member when the case was argued.

Now these arguments have been said before, and what I am about to retort with has as well, but I feel very strongly that it needs to be repeated yet again.  If the main goal of marriage is procreation in a “traditional family structure” then the following needs to be observed:

  1. Fertility tests must be a requirement for marriage.
  2. Government provided benefits do not start until the first child is born.
  3. Government provided benefits end when the youngest child reaches the age of majority.
  4. All children must be removed from single parent homes and placed in two parent homes.

Without observing these requirements, the decision holds no legitimacy other than to quell popular dissent against.

The Sioux City Journal had an editorial about Iowa’s recent brush with same sex marriage.  Instead of procreation and “traditional family structure” this person used religious reasoning.  He went so far as to call same sex marriage “a cruel impostor” without any real reasoning other than tradition.  Perhaps this person wishes to return to other traditions like poll taxes and Jim Crow laws.  This person, like so many others, forgets that we live in a society with a government that is neutral to religion.  Despite his cry that it is neither irrational nor oppressive, it winds up being both.  The marriage of two people of the same sex would have absolutely no effect on his marriage or life in general, but denying this right to others has an incredibly deleterious effect on a law abiding couple.

I think we’re in for a serious intensifying of these efforts.  Spurred on by the recent deaths of Jerry Falwell and D. James Kennedy, the likes of James Dobson and Pat Robertson realize their generation is ending and succeeding generations are becoming more and more liberal.  Constitutional amendments to enforce their ideals is the only way that they can be sure that they are carried into the future.

This decision makes it clear that we will need to tackle this issue through the legislature rather than through the courts.  If you live in Maryland, be sure to write your state representatives.

If It’s So Easy to Get Rid Of, Why Bother?

CNN has an article on tattoo regret and removal.  The article mentions the development of micro-encapsulated ink.  This ink, when unleashed on the world, will allow tattoos to be removed with a single pass of current laser removal technology.  Tattoos once represented a commitment you made to yourself; a permanent indelible change to your body.  It was something you and your tattoo artist sat down, agonized over, carefully considered and finally, designed.  You were proud that your creation would be with you for the rest of your live.  I was 26 when I got my first tattoo and had been designing it in my head for years before.  As everything in our society becomes disposable, this consideration is no longer necessary.

There will, of course, be some advantages.  That penis you had tattooed just above your ass-crack while stumbling around in a drunken stupor no longer needs to be an embarrassment  on every date you’ll have for the rest of your life.  (All three of them.)  And law suits will be so much simpler when your sense of cheapness leads you to the bargain shop and the “artist” manages to misspell your significant other’s name.  Now your cut rate Picasso can pay for a single removal session rather than buying you beer and cigarettes for the rest of your life.

Still, all I can see this really doing is damaging a wonderful underground institution buy inundating it with geometric increase in crappy flash and longer waits at shops while every idiot who wants to feel cool gets whatever “inspiration du jour” that just hit them stabbed under their skin.  Why not just get some of those stick on tattoos from  Count Chocula?

“One of these days this whole city is gonna explode”

The movie that taught the mainstream what that yellow hankie hanging out of that guys right rear pocket means was finally released on DVD.  Despite direction by Academy Award winning William Friedkin, Academy Award winning actor Al Pacino in the lead role and the presence of several other actors of note, Cruising is no masterpiece.

History notes that the movie managed to anger everyone when it was released.  I was too young to remember so I’ll need to take the many sources at their word.  True, it portrays a culture that, even today, gets little respect outside the its own walls, but there is little sincerity beyond the grimy leather bars.  Most of the bars I’ve been in look pretty much how they were depicted in the movie.  Twenty-seven years after its release and the most relevant thing it portrays is that leather culture is stuck in time to a degree.  Aside from the eighties porno haircuts, you can expect a bar to look like what you see here.

Performance-wise, this whole affair seems forced.  Half the “native New Yorkers” don’t have anything approaching a New York accent in any of it’s multitudinous variations.  Too many scenes sound like the dialog was re-recorded and the actors where half-asleep when they sat down for this task.  A good deal of the dialog is over the top; most people who don’t suffer from megalomania or are about to audition for a play don’t talk like this.  And Steve’s (Al Pacino) girlfriend has a HUGE apartment.  Even back in 1980 such a young woman on her own should be living in a broom closet sized place.  Even the whole murder plot seems rather implausible.

The only interesting thing is Steve’s descent from Average Joe cop to pervert.  It’s a subtle journey that’s the real main story of this mess and it’s Pacino’s real triumph in this outing.  There wasn’t much else for him to work with.

When all is said and done, this isn’t much more than a historical oddity.  As one of the very few serious mainstream movies about leather culture it’s something to watch to “see how things were back then”.  Throw it in the Netflix queue and be glad that those hairstyles are long out of fashion.

Comparing Disasters!

The Plank at TNR.com has a wonderful comparison of Britney Spears’ botched comeback and George Bush’s continuing ineffectualness.  (via AndrewSullivan.com)  Check it out!

Variety Show

Wow, four days without posting.  I have a bit to make up for, so here a few things on my mind.

Torchwood - The Saturday debut was BBC America’s highest rated show ever.  Good going.  Next up is “Day One”.  This will be Gwen’s first adventure with the Torchwood team and they square off against a creature lovingly named “The Sex Gas”.  It’s an alien that feeds off the energy of male orgasms (straight or gay) and kills the “donor” in the process.  This is what I meant about the more controversial aspects of the show.  While there’s no outright graphic sex (simulated or otherwise) you see a good deal of bare butts.  Now Rhys (Kai Owen), Gwen’s boyfriend may be more Average Joe than muscle god, but he’s got a cute ass and has no problem showing it!  Back to the point, while BBC America didn’t significantly censor the first episode, now that we get more into the nitty gritty, I hope that remains the case.

Madeleine L’Engle - This great author inspired me to read some of her works again.  I ordered nice new hardcover copies of “A Wrinkle In Time”, “A Wind In the Door” and “A Swiftly Tilting Planet” and they arrived yesterday.  Afterward, I’ll listen to the same read by the author.  I was also inspired to concoct a way to spread the works of Madame L’Engle and increase the readership and commenting here (hopefully) by bribing the audience with a contest.  Look for it in early October.  Right before that is the American Library Association’s Banned Books Week.  “A Wrinkle In Time” is consistently in the top 25 of banned and challenged books.  Read it!

The News - Senator Toilet “I have a wide stance” Tryst has decided to try and have his guilty plea withdrawn.  Something tells me he’ll be successful.  Since it’s four days before the date he promises to resign, he may just stay on till the end of his term.  My only disappointment is that he won’t be running for re-election.  It certainly would have been the most entertaining contest of 2008.  The attacks from his fellow republicans would have been both more vicious and more original than any the democrats could think up.

Now another prostitute has come forward to denounce Senator Vitter.  Still, his fellow party members either ignore the incidents or spring to his defense.  Here is a man of God who, unlike his counterpart from Idaho whose proof of a crime is tenuous at best, has admitted to breaking a secular law (it’s only legal to pay for sex in certain parts of Nevada after all) numerous times and breaking a commandment.  Somehow he believes God has forgiven him.  Is there a crash course to cure someone of adultery like there is to cure someone of homosexuality?  And if so, who supervised him?

Former senator, crappy actor and presidential candidate running on the heels of the late Ronald Reagan, Fred Thompson first can’t remember the details of the Terry Schiavo affair.   Then, after being reminded of the details, he says it should be left up to the locals to decide who lives or dies.  If it takes him many hours to remember something that happened a mere two years ago and was significant enough for buffoon in chief George Bush to drag Congress back into session, maybe he has more in common with Reagan’s less desirable characteristics than he cares to admit.  Maybe we should ask Oliver North.

Is it possible to get too close of a shot in a porn movie?  Check out this article on high-definition porn.  Apparently producers are having some issues with the high definition image revealing too much.  Now all those “perfect” bodies have cellulite, wrinkles and razor burn.  This should a be a boon to the California plastic surgery and fitness industries.  It will probably push the envelope on software technology to cover up these imperfections because it’s unacceptable for a porn actor to look like a person.  No wonder Barbie remains popular and Slutz Bratz are even more so.

Worldwide scam network, Exodus, is releasing a report today that reparative therapy for gays ain’t so bad.  Of course, it’s being released by a publisher noted for its dedication to Christian ideology.  Also, it’s unknown if the report was actually peer reviewed.  If nothing else, it should be a funny read.

We’re still in Iraq with no end in sight.  And buffoon in chief still believes this is going well and we should stay even though we can’t even successfully train a security force over four and a half years.  Obviously this is the wait until it’s someone else’s problem strategy.

Keep reading.  It can only get better.

“The 21st Century Is When It All Changes, and Ya Gotta Be Ready!”

This is probably the most quoted line from Captain Jack Harkness of Doctor Who spin off, Torchwood, which made its American debut Saturday on BBC America.  This is the first official airing in the United States although, just about every Doctor Who fan found a way to see it before.  I was worried that this show would never make it to this side of the pond.  Torchwood is a post watershed show so it’s not exactly family friendly.  That’s family in the Traditional Values Coalition sense, not the Stonewall sense. And without a broadcast outlet, there would probably be no  DVD release.

Being around 50-minutes per episode I was wondering what would be cut when there are approximately six extra minutes.  Having seen it in both forms, I have to say that all the important bits were left in and there were no noticeable cuts.  Of course, this still needs to play out when the more “controversial” episodes are aired.  BBC America did keep the show in its 16 by 9 aspect ratio which it doesn’t do for Doctor Who.

So how is the show itself?  It’s unlike anything on American Television.  That’s not always a compliment, but overall I’ve enjoyed the first season of the show.  It can go over the top quite a bit.  It’s can also have very big mood swings, going from humorous to very dark and depressing in a few minutes.  Some of the concepts are really ridiculous.  (Wait for the second episode to see this.)  There are a number of continuity references to the parent series, but you can still follow the story without having seen them.

This first episode manages to introduce the cast without resorting to the Melrose Place running to each apartment and asking “So and so, have you seen such and such?”.  Rather, we see the mysterious team as they co-opt a murder scene and resurrect the victim for two minutes.  This catches the attention of the very Welsh police officer, Gwen Cooper.  At this point you must realize that the show is recorded in Wales so unlike most British shows that find their way over here, you don’t have the received pronunciation accent.  It takes some getting used to, but once you do, the show becomes easy to follow.  Gwen manages to do some research, follow the team, and via a pizza delivery tricks her way into Torchwood headquarters.  She gets a tour of the place, has her memory erased, but some clues she left for herself (and a clue someone else unwittingly left) manages to find her way back to Torchwood and sees one of the team members leaving.  Suzie confronts Gwen and after politely telling her to hold on, pulls a gun out of her purse while Captain Jack emerges from the “invisible lift” and attempts to avert a catastrophe.  Suzie shoots Jack, but he doesn’t stay dead.  When she realizes this, she unexpectedly shoots herself dead.  Don’t worry, we haven’t actually ween the last of here.  She manages to return in a convoluted plot that shows she’s probably the smartest of the bunch.  Jack now has a vacancy and offers it to Gwen, who, of course, accepts.

So begins the voyage that is Torchwood.  We have characters in a Sci-Fi show that we haven’t seen in an American show.  All the characters are at least bisexual, with Captain Jack described as omnisexual.  The various team members are eventually shown to be selfish, deceptive and very flawed.  The promise of a diverse crew that Gene Roddenberry made all those years ago has finally come to pass, on another show.

It’s on Saturdays at nine.  Check it out!

Sad News

Unfortunately, the world lost one of it’s greatest literary lights on Thursday. The great Madeleine L’Engle passed away at the age of 88. She died of natural causes. Ms. L’Engle wrote over 60 books both fiction and autobiographical.

Although she had already published a number of works, in 1962 she released what is probably her most well known work, “A Wrinkle in Time“. My fourth grade teacher introduced this work to me in the 70s. I was instantly captivated by the unique and original imagery. Once my teacher had finished with it, I made my mother bring me to the library and took out the well worn copy they had there. A read it numerous times over the three weeks I was allowed to borrow it. Later on I discovered the follow-up “A Wind in the Door” and eventually, when looking through a bookstore I came across the newly released “A Swiftly Tilting Planet“.

At this point, I must confess that these are the only three books by Ms. L’Engle that I’ve read so far. Still, meeting Meg, Charles (with whom I identified), Calvin, Mrs. Whatsit, Mrs. Who and Mrs. Witch was pure delight. It took a number of re-readings over a number of years to realize what a masterpiece I had in my hands. Here we have a tale of science fiction written to look like magic, but we know everything has an explanation underneath. Through it all is woven a subtle spirituality. It’s not forced and it certainly doesn’t try to clobber you over the head. Even today it seems fresh and ahead of its time.

My favorite book was actually the second of the series. “A Wind in the Door” is less fantastic and more scientific that its predecessor. With over a decade between the two, Ms. L’Engle had grown as a writer. The tale is darker and evil is less obvious that in Wrinkle. There is no “IT”. There are a collection of beings that simply wish to wipe us all out and they are doing it from within Charles Wallace Murry. To demonstrate how everything is relative, the battle to save everything takes place inside a single cell.

Ms. L’Engle was thought to be working on one final book to end her “kairos” story line. Unfortunately we will never read it. Rest In Peace, Ms. L’Engle, knowing the world is brighter for your time here.

Is Satan Lonely?

The week wasn’t shaping up to be too wonderful.  The toy we broke four and a half years ago still isn’t anywhere closed to being on the road to getting fixed.  They couldn’t meet even half the benchmarks and the security forces aren’t ready to take over.  And we just found out that Senator Toilet Tryst is reconsidering his resignation.  I suppose he thinks he hasn’t embarrassed himself and his family enough yet.  The mean part of me hopes he succeeds in keeping his seat and runs again next year.  It should be the most entertaining election in years.

I’m usually not one to speak ill of the dead, but what can you say about D. James Kennedy, who like his fellow TV salesman, Jerry Falwell earlier this year, returned to the Kingdom of Satan in hell early this morning.  I have to say that I must agree with Wayne Besen’s  assessment.  While I am certain Mr. Kennedy was a man devoted to his family and his congregation, he was an enemy to anyone different from him and caused them a great deal of pain.  He brainwashed others into thinking like him and spreading this message.  He was an enemy of freedom seeking to overturn our constitution in favor of biblical law as interpreted by him.  I give my condolences to his family, but the world in general is not worse off for his absence.

Celebritydom

Tonight I saw Fox Television’s preview of TMZ TV. Several of the stories were mildly entertaining, but I had to ask myself. Of what use is a show like this? I’ve never been one to celebrate celebrities. I can’t understand peoples’ obsessive interest in the lives of others.

Perhaps someone can solve my quandary for me? I mean, what is the practical purpose of know the intimate details of Paris Hilton’s life? Is how she got her strangely disjointed facial characteristics some eternal mystery that opens the key to some form of enlightenment?

When it comes down to it, celebrities are people like us. They need to drop their trousers or hike their skirts to take a crap just like us. They are no better than us. Some are extremely talented and earn their fortunes while others are famous because they are famous. Their wealth and name are inherited from those who did earn it. What has Nicole Richie done apart from act like an idiot on an incredibly bad reality show? Oh, and get pregnant.

If we’re going to worship people in the media, why not choose those who deserve it? War zone reporters risk their lives on a daily basis to ensure you have the knowledge necessary to manage our republic. Why aren’t they among our pantheon of celebrities?

I certainly have respect for those who dedicate our lives to entertaining us, but I won’t devote my life to them and you should think twice before doing the same.

Amor Grande or There’s Something About Marriage

HBO’s latest sensation is a series called Big Love. It’s all about polygamy and it was created by gay couple. Creators Mark V. Olsen and Will Scheffer wanted to create an unbiased look at polygamy. Technically they are exploring a subset of polygamy called polgyny, the marriage of one man and multiple women the most common form of “plural marriage” in the United States thanks to offshoot sects of our friends at The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, informally known as The Mormons.

I became interested in the history of this unique group with the publication of Jon Krakauer’s “Under the Banner of Heaven”. A fascinating book it presents some of the more recent cases of violence in the breakaway Mormon sects (most famously the Fundamental Latter Day Saints or FLDS) and contrasts them with the history of Mormonism in general. It’s a pretty good read. Pick it up if you come across it.

Now, the show actually presents two views of polygyny. We first encounter Bill Henrickson and his wives: Barb, Nicki and Margene. They live in three adjacent houses with a common backyard. This is the voluntary polygyny family. Bill, one of the lost boys thrown out of the compound he called home to reduce competition for wives has developed his relationships with his wives naturally (or as naturally as possible in this situation). Even though the family is strictly patriarchal and Bill is unquestionably the king of his castle, he and his wives are in the situation entirely by consent. (The children are a different matter.) Bill and his family have chosen to live in the mainstream rather than remain on the sect’s compound. It must mirror the difficulties that polygamists have when trying to blend in with society at large.

The other view of polygyny is shown in via the Juniper Creek compound. Here the Mormon sect has separated itself from the rest of the world. It is obviously inspired by the FLDS sect at Colorado City/Hildale. Here marriage is not the product of a developing relationship. Women are assigned to their husbands by the compound’s prophet. (The prophet is an office established by Joseph Smith when he founded the LDS and is believed to be appointed by God.) Though there are similarities to arranged marriages, they are less stable. If the prophet is displeased with a man’s behavior, he could be expelled and his wives could be reassigned to others. Women are very much property and not considered an equal.

We have Bill’s relationships, the good polygamy, and the compound marriages, the bad polygamy. While Bill’s marriages are far from idyllic, I think they show that the one man and one woman dynamic isn’t necessarily the only way we need to go. As long as all parties involved are consenting and of age, there is no real reason to discourage these types of relationships by making them illegal. Of course, all types of polygamy must be legal and any number of men could marry any number of women. Or any number of men could marry any number of other men. Or any number of women could marry any number of other women. It’s certainly not up to government to regulate happiness or attempt to make all relationships conform to a cookie cutter norm. And it’s not a duty of government to deny responsibilities and benefits to a minority. Our constitution is engineered to protect these people. Otherwise we simply become a tyranny of the majority.

Blast from the Past > The Seventies > The Tomorrow People

So I finally started to unpack the boxes that are piled in the dining room and have been mocking me for many months following my move. Among the several hundred DVDs I found was the complete series of 70s British science fiction “classic” The Tomorrow People. From 1973 to 1979 ITV broadcast this in their attempt to compete with the iconic Doctor Who. On this side of the pond, children’s channel Nickelodeon, in their pre-owned by MTV days, purchased the series in the early eighties and if I remember correctly, it was the last thing they broadcast before ending their broadcast day. I don’t think the show was seen anywhere in America and possibly the rest of the world after 1984.

Now, who are The Tomorrow People? They were a small group of teenagers who were examples of homo superior, the next step in human evolution. Apparently we are in line to inherit special powers. (That’s how they were always referred to on the show.) The teens could talk to each other with their minds, move things without touching them and their major power to teleport (called jaunting). They worked out of an abandoned underground station called “The Lab” and had a artificial intelligence computer called Tim that used biological fluids instead of tapes and spools. (Actually this was a truly visionary concept that is just now starting to be explored.) Occasionally there was a galactic federation involved (that was an obvious Star Trek ripoff) and once or twice there were the Time Guardians (shades of Doctor Who’s time lords).

Now that you know the concept of the show comes the question: What was The Tomorrow People? It was a weekly show initially broadcast in 13 episode seasons though that number would diminish as the years wore on. Through 22 story arcs over 68 episodes on an incredibly minimal budget (much like the show that inspired it, Doctor Who) we followed the adventures of John, Carol, Kenny, Stephen, Elizabeth, Mike, Tyso, Andrew and Hsui Tai. Shot on a combination of videotape and 16mm film that was typical of British television at the time with a cadre of bad (at worst) to mediocre (at best) actors we went on weekly journeys on spaceships (tin foil sets) to other planets (gravel pits).

Yes, the production values were bad, the acting was barely passable and even the editing was amateurish, usually holding for a few seconds too long diminishing the dramatic impact of the shot. Why on earth would I pay over $100 for the complete series so generously released by A&E? Thinking back to my early teens when I first saw these shows I think it had to do with the accessibility of the concept. Yes, there are lots of alien environments, but it was taking place in contemporary times and here was a group of otherwise normal young people who go through a process of breaking out and suddenly you can flit about the planet. Strip the more fantastic elements out of it and you still had people who had fantastic powers. It was all so reasonable. Who didn’t want to break out and start reading minds, pick up the telephone without touching it or go to California without the four hour flight.

That was when I was thirteen or fourteen years old. Now in my late thirties, watching the entire series over again, I was actually impressed at how well it held up over the intervening decades. True, I wanted to slap some actors in the earlier episode because they were absolutely horrible, and the overuse of yellow because funky glowing effects would be badly overlaid via chroma-key, but it remains very watchable.

Another aspect, I think, was the general snobbishness of the show. The Tomorrow People, while on a mission to protect and care for humanity, also looked down their noses at it. They were the next step who eventually replace homo sapiens. They even called the normal humans saps. It was as if they were watching over a planet full of billions of pets. Now what child wouldn’t want to be better than all their classmates. It would probably be second to being able to pop on home for lunch and avoid the cafeteria food. Oddly, the superior attitude mostly affected the original cast while those coming on during the course of the show seemed much more in tune with their more primitive cousins.

The show did mildly improve during the second and subsequent seasons. The characters of Carol and Kenny were written out. (The actors left to pursue bigger and better opportunities and were never heard from again.) More sympathetic characters were introduced and the effects all looked slightly better. The seasons would get shorter until the final season was a single story arc of four episodes. The whole concept was wearing thin by this time. Still, I fondly remember the all. Even the truly horrible stories.

In the early nineties, the show’s creator teamed with Nickelodeon to revive the series as a joint production to be released simultaneously in the US and UK. It was a remake rather than a continuation. Gone were the federation, the aliens and Tim. Instead, children breaking out were drawn to a crashed spaceship on an island in the south pacific that replaced The Lab. Shot on film and using more sophisticated special effects, the whole production had a slicker feel than its ancestor. Unfortunately the acting was as bad or worse in some cases. Despite managing a few notable guest stars such as Christopher Lee, the series only lasted for 25 episodes over three seasons. It’s been released on DVD only in the UK.

I think this is a love it or hate it series. An adult seeing it for the first time would probably not appreciate it. The show requires a child’s perspective and lack of attention to detail for full appreciation. If you did catch this when it first aired in the US and have some favorable memories of it, try watching it again for nostalgia’s sake if nothing else. You may find yourself pleasantly surprised.