“[I]n future cases, we should reconsider all of this Court’s substantive due process precedents, including Griswold, Lawrence, and Obergefell. Because any substantive due process decision is ‘demonstrably erroneous’ ... we have a duty to ‘correct the error’ established in those precedents.”
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Friday, June 24, 2022
Note that the modern religious right movement started as a racist political ploy. From Dartmouth Professor Randall Balmer’s article, “The Real Origins of the Religious Right: They’ll tell you it was abortion. Sorry, the historical record’s clear: It was segregation”:
[T]he abortion myth quickly collapses under historical scrutiny. In fact, it wasn’t until 1979 – a full six years after Roe – that evangelical leaders, at the behest of conservative activist Paul Weyrich, seized on abortion not for moral reasons, but as a rallying-cry to deny President Jimmy Carter a second term. Why? Because the anti-abortion crusade was more palatable than the religious right’s real motive: protecting segregated schools. So much for the new abolitionism.
Thursday, June 23, 2022
Tuesday, June 21, 2022
I had a finished draft of Losing My Religions a few days ago. I even got up Sunday morning and didn't work on it at all. But today, at the prompting of my sister (TY!), I wrote. a new chapter that starts thusly (don't worry, "Funeral Suit" is a previous chapter):
Funeral Suit Revisited
[Funeral Suit is an earlier chapter, a reference to a wool suit I got in high school and kept to wear to funerals for the decades after that.]
Ardyth [maternal grandmother] died before I met Anne. Her husband, Robert, had suffered a stroke many years before and lived for years after. God was not kind to either of them.
But my paternal grandmother was the first to die after I got with Anne. We had briefly visited Clara and Virgil in Toledo our first summer together, 1993, and I showed my blushing bride where I picked tomatoes (and strawberries and raspberries). Shortly after that, Clara fell down the basement stairs. After the funeral was the only time Anne got to visit the Ball family graveyard in North Creek, Ohio.
(Not that I’ll be buried there. You know what I want done to my body after consciousness is no more? I don’t care! I’ll be DED!)
A few years later, when EK was little, Robert died after not being able to walk or talk for over a decade. Team Green-Ball drove across Ohio on the Turnpike under the heavy, grey, Midwestern sky. E was sick, so Anne tended to them in the vestibule of the church. After everything was over, I was driving us to Tiffin for the night when I thought, “What is that smell? What is that smell?”
You guessed it! The smell was Funeral Suit.
And pics from today:
Monday, June 20, 2022
We met my sister (not this sister) in Santa Fe last month, but didn't take any pictures when together. DOH!
Walking out of the Georgia O’Keefe Museum, as I tried to attach my clip-on sunglasses, the right lens fell out of my glasses.
Now I’m quite nearsighted. (And yet also somewhat farsighted – intelligent design!) My right-eye script is minus fourteen. So it was really bad to not have glasses! (And Anne certainly didn't want to drive in an unfamiliar city.) So using the phone (thanks again, Google!) we found an optical shop a few blocks away. Anne carefully led me there, around people and obstacles and cars.
That event happened exactly as written, May 2022. But it is, of course, also a metaphor.
Anyway, here's pictures:
|Anne wants that kitty.|
Saturday, June 18, 2022
Wednesday, June 15, 2022
Tuesday, June 14, 2022
I've submitted to the literary agency LGR for consideration. (Edit: based on another friend and fellow author's recommendation, I've also submitted to Ultra.) Fingers crossed!
If you pray ... well, if you pray, you'll hate my book. So ... solicit good fate from the Flying Spaghetti Monster!
PS: Nick Offerman was an undergrad at the University of Illinois when Anne and I met there in grad school! Sadly, he did not come to any of my Students for Animal Rights meetings.
Monday, June 13, 2022
Sunday, June 12, 2022
Thanks so much to everyone who has encouraged and supported me, and to those who have provided me with so many stories!
I hope to start trying to find an agent Tuesday morning.
The first place I'm thinking of submitting requires draft Book Flap Summary and Author Bio. So here are the current drafts:
Matt was a midwestern, small-town, white Christian when his life met with a number of unlikely (and often unwelcome) twists that took him from far from his obedient, celibate, omnivorous roots. Part memoir, part travelog, along with essays, tips, and unpopular opinions, Losing My Religions takes you on a global journey to true love, crushing betrayals, and near-death and near-marriage experiences.
Civil disobedience, career acclaim, chronic pain, consciousness (the hard problem of), disability and suicide ideation, drugs, effective (?) altruism, Green Party (hatred of), health (mental and physical), more drugs, sex (unexpected!) and abortion and infanticide, Sportsball!, and Trader Joe’s are just a few of the issues and topics he deals with over the course of five decades, covered here in just 31 days.
In the pages of Losing My Religions, you get to live May 2022 with him, trekking across Europe and the Southwestern United States as the story tells how he evolved into a Level-6 atheist, father of a non-binary child, a hated and hunted former vegan, and survivor of many accidents and illnesses that haven’t killed him, yet. Along the way, he discovers three tips he wants everyone to know, along with the first key to happiness (no joke), and many controversial but totally correct opinions.
He arrives home still a cranky old man who should never have been born, broken from lung to heart to neck to nose (oh, his poor nose). But traveling with his soulmate for the first time in over three years shows it is still possible to be “so happy it’s scary” while wearing clothes.
(Trigger warning: if you don’t like parentheticals or swearing, this sure as shit is not the book for you [no joke].)
About the Author
Matt is the author, co-author, secondary-author, ghost-author, and non-author of many articles, speeches, book chapters, and even entire books! The most recent of these is his blockbuster bestseller* The Accidental Activist: Stories, Speeches, Articles, and Interviews (which on Amazon is now coming up as being by his wife Anne Green. So it goes.). Currently, he is President of One Step for Animals; previously, he was shitcanned from more nonprofits than there is room to list here (although there’s still time for more! Looking at you, Open Philanthropy Project!). Before Matt’s unfortunate encounter with activism, he was an aerospace engineer who wanted to work with his beloved planes, or for NASA (to impress Carl Sagan).
His hobbies include photography, almost dying, and (Hey! This is a family-friendly book flap! -ed). He lives in Tucson with Anne, along with no dogs, no cats, and no African tortoises, although he cares for all of these via friends and family.
|Thought I was kidding, didn't you? Anne really is listed as the author.|