In Nausea We Trust
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Today is that day.
The World Wide Web is aptly named. Just like a spider's web, it can trip you up.
As a parent and as a schoolteacher, I constantly harp at teenagers to be careful what they post on the World Wide Web.
You don't know who's gonna read it. Or what use they're gonna put it to.
This past week, Jesus' General, a big player in the blogosphere, ran two posts about a woman named Leah Kelley.
Leah has her very own web site. It's much more than a blog. It's as extensive as any author's. Her site is called Christian Domestic Discipline.
Leah is an advocate of husbands spanking wives with spatulas and other objects as a part of maintaining "Christian discipline" in a household. She has sample chapters of erotica based on this concept, a blog in which she discusses her own domestic discipline regimen, and books for sale on this topic, both fiction and nonfiction.
We at "The Gods Are Bored" respect Leah Kelley's Constitutional right to free speech. However, before we issue a hearty, "You go, girl!" to this vile creature, we have one question.
Suppose some Christian male spouse reads this stuff, gets off on it, and applies it to his wife with a -- shall we say -- heavy hand? Leah Kelley, are you ready for your arrival at the Pearly Gates? Suppose you're greeted by some fellow Christian ladies who got spanked to death after their hubbies read Christian Domestic Discipline?
We at "The Gods Are Bored" can't speak for Yahweh, but by damn, Queen Brigid the Bright would not have any parts of that. Which makes us prouder than ever to be Pagan.
Alliterative as it is, you'll not find a web site called Druidic Domestic Discipline.
Bringing us full circle, I'll conclude by giving Leah Kelley the same advice I give my daughters and my students, even though Leah Kelley is presumably a grown woman.
Be careful what you post on the World Wide Web. You don't know who will see it.
What I saw at Christian Domestic Discipline was possibly the most nauseating content I've ever seen on the World Wide Web. And I'm no prude, far from it. What people do in the privacy of their homes is not my business, unless they put it on the Web and advocate it as a lifestyle.
Now it is with great pleasure that I turn the warped writings of Leah Kelley over to my more widely-read Goddess sisters in the blogosphere for their perusal and analysis. Have at her, ladies, because you never know who's going to see what you write on the World Wide Web.
The wife you save may be your own.