Doctors or Dumbasses

To be honest it really, really pisses me off when clergy style themselves Drs and claim to have PhDs. Surely anyone stupid enough to be convinced of the existence of an omnipotent, omnipresent creator being has no right to any such qualification. I’m sorry if I sound grumpy, but this really does offend me. I was watching the BBC breakfast programme again this morning, and they suddenly had an item about the so-called Arch bishop of Canterbury making some kind of pilgrimage. It was obviously just a stunt to get press attention, but the Beeb had fallen for it. What wound me up, though, was the fact they then had the bishop of Manchester appear on the premises spouting all kinds of nonsense about God. He seemed to think he had the authority of an elected politician or academic. 

I’m afraid to say it made me fly into a rage and I had to turn it off; but the guy seemed so arrogant, so up his own religious arse, that it was insufferable. In any other context, trying to convince people of something as manifestly absurd as the existence of a god would just get someone mocked and ridiculed, so it baffles me that such people are awarded such reverence. I have no idea whether the guy has a PhD or not, but he deserved one as much as Trump deserves the Nobel prize. He just spoke so condescendingly and with such crass superiority, as though he should be treated like some great paternal authority figure simply because he cited a book of Bronze Age myths, that it made my blood instantly boil.

I surely can’t be alone in finding this kind of thing so abhorrent. At the end of the day, such people are trying to tell us what to think and how to act, demanding we believe a set of baseless myths which start to seem ridiculous the moment you actually think about them. If nobody listened to them, if everyone saw this anachronistic cult as the outdated form of social control it is, such authority would instantly evaporate and perhaps they would have to find something more productive to do. Yet they seem to think they have the right to speak down to the rest of us, demanding we remain chained to their belief system; allowing them to talk on TV alongside professionals, politicians and people who have actually earned their authority just plays into their game and reinforces their undeserved status. That’s why I find letting such people appear on news shows so appalling: as a society we really need to outgrow such divisive, oppressive forces, but letting such people appear on the morning news and referring to them as doctors simply allows this perverse, outdated form of social and intellectual domination to continue.

Just Exchanging A Book

It amazes me what a numpty I can be sometimes. A couple of weeks ago, I was watching a James Bond-related video on Youtube, which concerned a biography of Ian Fleming which I thought sounded interesting. I have read a couple of good bios of Fleming in the past but not this one, so I determined to try to look it up. A day or so later, I set off for Waterstones in Lewisham, and put in an order for the book I was interested in. A few days after that, of course I went back to Lewisham, payed for the text and brought it home.

Truth be told I don’t read that much these days as I get too distracted by the internet, but I told myself to make the effort to read the book I had gone to that much effort to buy. It wasn’t until that point, however, that I glanced at my book shelf to see that a copy of the very same book had been there all along! At that moment I felt so infantile and stupid – I would have died of embarrassment, if anyone else had known what I had done.

Fortunately for me they didn’t, so today I was able to pop back to Lewisham and exchange the book for one I don’t have, on Hitchcock and Truffault. It’s not that I think this is particularly noteworthy or blogworthy – many people probably do similar things every day. Yet, on another level, in a way it’s pretty amazing: if I had been told as a ten or even fifteen year old that I would one day be trundling around South-East London, living independently, doing my own shopping, talking to strangers and even buying books I already had, I probably wouldn’t have believed you. Every once in a while, it stuns me how differently my life has turned out to the way I always assumed it would growing up, even down to the ability to go out on my own and buy my own things. That is why I think it’s so important that I help to encourage young people in similar positions to mine. When you have a disability which effects how you communicate, you often don’t realise that you can interact with society just like anyone else.