Tom Robinson exhorted his audience members to ask one question when they heard a politician on TV, ‘Why is this bastard lying to me?’[1] This question came to mind when I read the response of Governor Bobby Jindal (R-Louisiana) to the US Supreme Court’s decision that recognized same-sex marriage without reservation. Jindal had this to say on Fox News, ‘My Christian faith teaches me marriage is between a man and a woman…Already Christian businesses are facing discrimination if they don’t want to participate in wedding ceremonies that violate their sincerely held beliefs’[2]

In the last few years, this phrase has crept into US legal discourse and made a pernicious mockery of the original constitutional distinctions between faith and civic responsibility.

My first response was,’ If I never hear the disingenuous phrase ‘sincerely held religious belief’ in a legal context again, it will be too bloody soon. The way it has weaseled its way into our discourse makes my skin crawl.’

scottish-highland-cow-5371276But why? Why does this phrase make me so uncomfortable? Part of it is that I’m not religious, but was raised to appreciate the dictum of Article VI of the Constitution, that ‘no religious Test shall ever be required as a Qualification to any Office or public Trust under the United States’.

Jindal continued. ‘We need to stand up for our First Amendment[3] rights. The court trumped our 10th Amendment[4] rights by overturning states’ decisions.’

In his treatise On Bullshit. Harry G. Frankfurt argues that the person who lies and the person who tells the truth both have an interest in the truth, whereas the one who bullshits is interested only in furthering his or her own interest, without regard to facts:

Since bullshit need not be false, it differs from lies in its misrepresentational intent. The bullshitter may not deceive us, or even intend to do so, either about the facts or about what he takes the facts to be. What he does necessarily attempt to deceive us about is his enterprise. His only indispensably distinctive characteristic is that in a certain way he misrepresents what he is up to.[5]

Jindal wasn’t lying, but he was bullshitting. This is the main issue I have with much of today’s political discourse, not to mention the religious demagoguery with which it often skips hand in hand. When politicians start saying that a decision should be scrapped because it goes against ‘sincerely held religious beliefs’, they’re engaging in BS. The truth or falsehood or pertinence of the matter is not at issue. What is at issue is the speaker is saying what is necessary to advance his own agenda, whatever that might be. In this case, that agenda seems to be Jindal’s presidential aspiration.

At what point does the invocation of an SHRB sink to the level of BS? To me, it’s a matter of whether the expression seeks to expand or contract the rights of others. In social media, I first expressed my disgust with Jindal’s position rather obliquely. A friend replied with reference to Sikhs and the right to incorporate traditional garb into school uniforms. From my perspective this is not a matter of sincere religious belief impinging on my right to do anything, and I support the student’s choice of attire.

When the Supreme Court rules, for example, that an employer can deny employees medical insurance coverage of any kind based on SHRB, this to me is BS on two levels. First, it’s a willful misinterpretation of the legislation in question (the Affordable Care Act) and it contracts the rights of the employee. My feeling is that an employer should never have had the ability to override the private decisions of those in his employ, and there’s probably legal precedent for expanding the right of the employee to keep his or her life outside of work a separate entity. (On my part this might be a misreading of various aspects of the Civil Rights Act. Title VII covers discrimination of various kinds.)

But the case I’m working from here, the decision in Burwell v. Hobby Lobby involves an employer pushing back against a law for whatever reason, and convincing a majority of the nine justices of the SC to give his position legal status. The decision itself might stink of bull if the justice’s opinion doesn’t reflect an honest reading of the law as it relates to legal and constitutional precedent.

Why does this decision stink? The ruling states that ‘the mandate was not the least restrictive way to ensure access to contraceptive care, noting that a less restrictive alternative was being provided for religious non-profits.’[6] Which of the court’s six male justices knew of the unsigned injunction they would hand down three days later, vacating this alternative? Of those six, five voted with the majority in Burwell.

While the justices told the truth as it stood in the moment: the religious non-profit method was in effect and could be used. It stinks because the honesty of the statement was only a means for the court’s majority to vacate part of the ACA without taking responsibility for it.

Does it matter that they didn’t sign the decision, that they didn’t defend their work? Had there been no signed dissent, I think it might. But I’m not writing about cowardice here. In her Wheaton College v. Burwell dissent, Justice Sotomayor recognised the BS of the Hobby Lobby ruling, ‘Let me be absolutely clear: I do not doubt that Wheaton genuinely believes that signing the self-certification form is contrary to its religious beliefs. But thinking one’s religious beliefs are substantially burdened … does not make it so.’[7]

Precisely.

Finally, I want to offer the truly cynical option that honesty and dishonesty are always side effects of discourse. Playwright David Mamet once offered, ‘[N]o one ever speaks except to obtain an objective. That’s the only reason anyone ever opens their mouth, onstage or offstage. They may use a language that seems revealing, but if so, it’s just coincidence, because what they’re trying to do is accomplish an objective.’[8]

I admit under duress that I’m only sensitive to BS when it serves those who argue against my sincerely held political positions, and am less sensitive to it when it serves my positions.


1. New Year’s eve, 1989-90, London, though I have a feeling it was his intro to one song or another, possibly Up Against the Wall, at most shows.

2. http://insider.foxnews.com/2015/06/29/bobby-jindal-gay-marriage-ruling-left-wants-our-first-amendment-rights (retrieved 5 July 2015)

3. Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.

4. The powers not delegated to the United States by the Constitution, nor prohibited by it to the States, are reserved to the States respectively, or to the people.

5. Frankfurt, Harry G. On Bullshit. Princeton, NJ: Princeton University Press, 2005.

6. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burwell_v._Hobby_Lobby_Stores,_Inc. (retrieved 5 July 2015)

7. Quoted in “Female Justices Issue Scathing Dissent In The First Post-Hobby Lobby Birth Control Exemption”, http://www.businessinsider.com/sotomayor-ginsburg-kagan-dissent-wheaton-college-decision-supreme-court-2014-7#ixzz3f25DaMex (retrieved 5 July 2015)

8. David Mamet, The Art of Theater No. 11, interviewed by John Lahr, http://www.theparisreview.org/interviews/1280/the-art-of-theater-no-11-david-mame (retrieved 5 July 2015)

I didn’t eat fish with scales until I was about 30. A friend took me for sushi (something my then newly ex-wife never managed in almost 8 years of dining together) and I learned that I liked yellowtail and tuna and quite a few more. I happily prepare salmon and tuna (and very recently added cod to the list). But the oily fishy tasting fish I still claim not to like. 

My wife and I are now trying a new diet which includes occasionally eating those fish I’ve always so disliked. (It also involves dropping white bread, pasta, and potatoes.) Mackerel this evening. Big ones. Barbecued with a sauce of chili, lime, ginger, garlic and sesame. Aside from being unpracticed in removing the bones from an unfileted fish, and the meal therefore being a lot more work to eat than it should have been, I found it quite edible. However, as I was preparing the sauce and then eating the fish, all of these old emotions came up, nearly unbidden. Food traumas associated with the commune we lived in for three years until I was ten, and then later ones as my parents and I fought to get me to eat more foods than I wanted to. Struggles, I learned much later, that were skirmishes in the proxy war between my mother and father. 

Recently I was talking to my sister, and the subject of old embarrassments came up – these memories of interactions that the other person surely can’t remember. I exclaimed, surely there’s a statute of limitations on these things. Something I said when I was 15 shouldn’t still affect me, right? She said that when she turned 50 (last year) she gave herself permission to let these things go. And that I didn’t have to wait (21 more months), if I didn’t want to.

So I raise a glass to dropping old traumas and eating new foods.


Lots of great articles already on the subject of today’s SCOTUS decision legalising gay marriage across the United States. It’s good news,  but not all rainbow unicorns. I’d direct you to the great posts of Son of Baldwin https://m.facebook.com/sonofbaldwinfb who is generally all over the nature of inequality in the US.

I’m ecstatic about this decision,  though.  And the housing one from yesterday. And especially the 6-3 ruling on the Affordable Care Act.

That said,  a couple of liberal rulings don’t undo the execrable Citizens United and Voting Rights Act decisions. Roberts, Scalia,  Alito, and Thomas have a shed load to answer for.

When I was a kid – 14 or 15 maybe, early 1980s – I went through a phase of tying bandanas to my belt loops. I had a collection of 20 or so – white, black, red, green – one I bought at a Go-Go’s concert.

whiteflagI didn’t have enough design sense to match the color to whatever else I was wearing, I just picked one each day. I was incredulous when a ninth grade classmate told me that gang members wore bandanas of different colors to identify themselves as Bloods or Crips. I was a little sheltered and had no idea what that classmate was on about. Until about five years later when the movie Colors came out.

And, at one point I had one with the confederate battle flag. Which I may have packed when I visited grandparents in Washington, DC, or I may have purchased it there. Of all places. Yes, I’d studied the Civil War, and had a vague idea what it symbolized. My grandmother, who spoke volumes with very few words, asked if I knew what it represented. Like one of those monks in Zen Flesh, Zen Bones, I was enlightened. Not so much enlightened, but in that moment I recognised DC as being The South and that wearing such a symbol placed me on the wrong side of many things. I nodded, but probably waited until she’d walked away to remove it.

In my last entry in this occasional history, I made the claim that the Yardbirds were the most important band of the 60s in term of their lasting influence through the 70s. Why? The main reason is that three of the four most influential guitarists (and possibly musicians) that came out of rock and roll passed through this band: Jimmy Page went on to form Led Zeppelin; Clapton formed Cream, Blind Faith, and Derek & the Dominoes before embarking on a prolific solo career; and Jeff Beck’s technique has been respected and imitated throughout rock music despite a less prolific/critically lauded output following his collaborations with Rod Stewart. Beck’s 70s power trio Beck, Bogart, and Appice possibly matched Cream for sheer brilliance.

Note: Most influential != greatest

The fourth would be Jimi Hendrix. We’ll get to him in a future post.

whiteboybluesI also discussed in the last post something of the love these bands had for the old blues artists. What I didn’t know is that many of them played with the blues greats when they toured England. I recently read Ian MacLagan’s autobiography. MacLagan was a keyboardist in a number of bands (including The Small Faces and The Faces (the latter of which featured Rod Stewart on vocals) with whom he’s most closely associated, the Rolling Stones, The New Barbarians, and in the last decade or so, Billy Bragg -Alas he passed away a couple of months ago. MacLagen got his start with an act called The Muleskinners. He discusses first a missed opportunity to back Howlin’ Wolf (the agent told them a date that was a week early and they had to hustle to get enough petrol to get back to London from Sheffield).

“We got another chance to play with The Wolf later though, when Marquee Artists brought him, Sonny Boy Williamson and Little Walter over from the States. As a rule, the Yardbirds backed Sonny Boy, and if they weren’t available, the Authentics got the job. This pecking order for backing blues legends ended when it eventually reached The Muleskinners. We didn’t mind. We were more than honoured to get the chance to meet and play with such fabulous players. Let’s face it, we had a lot to learn and who better to learn it from than the greats?” (All the Rage, Kindle edition, Location 793.) )

Clapton’s path is interesting: He ditched the Yardbirds claiming they were abandoning their blues roots. Fair enough. His tenure in John Mayall’s Bluesbreakers provides much evidence of his dedication to the form. The weird thing is, he took this side trip into psychedelia with Cream. Cream didn’t last long as a band (less than two years, IIRC), but they produced four or five classic albums. Cream’s bassist, Jack Bruce passed last year, though most thought drummer Ginger Baker would be the first to go. As with almost all the songs on Fresh Cream, Bruce supplied lead vocals. Blind Faith only released one, but it’s also six tracks of classics.

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