Operation: Cathedra HAZMAT.
I think there aren’t enough warning lables in this world. At least, there aren’t enough warning lables where we need warning lables. Sure, there are plaenty of warnings where you don’t need them… IE, “warning, coffee may be hot!” But where we really need warning lables, the world leaves us out on our own. Hard to believe that in a world where so many people are so interested in protecting our well being so that we won’t sue them, they are so unconcerned when we blunder into a situation that does us ill.
Where did I really need a warning lable? My job application. “Warning, this job may be damaging to your spiritual or psychological health.” To what am I referring? Some of you may remember my last rant on this subject, but for those that have no clue, I’m referring to the atmosphere of my occupation. This time around, I’m specifically in angst about the weather change… and all the, uhm, lack of apparel that it brings. For guys who are either (A) religious or (B) attempting to not use the 12 letter “M” word, working in retail becomes extremely difficult during the summer. Now, for those who don’t really give a rip about their internal life, summer is the most wonderful time of the year. For those of us who do care, it’s probably the worst. Oh, and working on the county line neighboring one of the richest per capita counties in the nation doesn’t help… quite a few of these females have had expensive outside help to “aid” their self-image (let the reader understand).
It is extremely hard for people to understand how difficult it can be to keep your various gates to the outside world clean, especially when all the outside world is doing all it can to be as free dirty as possible. Do you honestly think America is still a “Christian Nation”? I can disprove that easily… come work a shift with me and notice what the women are wearing (or not wearing, as the case may be). When your underwear contains more fabric than your shorts, you have problems… if you are wearing underwear at all, that is.
Now, I don’t tend to think of myself as a dirty, perverted, skirt-chaser… but try not getting tweaked when everything around you is hanging out, bouncing up and down, or being paraded around and shown off. Unfortunately, the right to not be spiritually defiled in the public square is not a Constitutionally protected right. Maybe it should’ve been, I dunno. As much as it pains me to say it, I don’t think it will be long before we have brothels and “display racks” on every street corner like they did in Rome. Unless we have revival (and I mean, quick) America’s morals are in deep trouble. It is getting harder to be a Christian in America. Not because we are being physically persecuted by the government (yet), but because we are being subtly persecuted psychologically by society at large. How easy is it to find a vibrant church in America? Compare that to how easy it is to find pronography, alchohol, and strip clubs. We are not being subjected to physical torture by our government… but we are being subjected to moral and psychological seduction, subversion, and sabotage.
To be sure, I’m not advocating dresses-to-the-ankles religion or gunnysacks behind the counter for the innapropriately dressed. I am advocating less seduction in the fashion of the day. Yes, shorts are far more comfortable than long pants in excrutiatingly hot weather. However, your shorts don’t have to show off 7/8’s of your leg to be comfortable either. An alarm should be going off about now… Men are sending their daughters out the door looking like prostitutes, and then have some kind of shock when their daughters get raped or impregnated. I know this is going to make me sound like a fuddy-duddy… but duddy on, young man.