I literally can't fucking believe I'm typing these words. But Prince is dead. He passed away earlier today at Paisley Park, one week after being hospitalized when his plane made an emergency landing in Illinois. A rep for the singer said he'd been battling a case of the flu.
Anyone who's glanced at this blog knows I have little (read practically no) faith in god, a divine plan or the concept of an afterlife. But this wasn't supposed to happen. Death wasn't supposed to come for Prince like this. He was supposed to keeping putting out new music and be showered with adulation at award shows and tour until the year 2058. All while maintaining an ageless complexion. Then one night during a co-headlining show with The Rolling Stones (who, let's face it, will be road warriors until they close the casket), a chariot of fire would swoop down from the sky, sweeping his Purple Madjesty up into the heavens like a modern day Elijah.
If I sound flippant, I don't mean to. It's just my way of processing how of the most iconic, prolific and influential careers in pop music history could come to such a sad, sudden end. And all due to a case of the goddamn flu. It's just a reminder that life is an invisible hour glass. We never know how sand we have left.
Our latest podcast of Bayou Blasphemy is up. In this episode, we talk about the Military Religious Freedom Foundation's fight to stop bibles from being placed at V.A. POW/MIA displays, as well as atheism and religion in military culture. We also give our two cents on Mississippi's "Guns in Churches" bill, Scientology disconnection, race and gender bias in TV and film and the 2016 presidential candidates' stances on science.
Please take time today to read Jezebel's highly illuminating article "The Rise and Fall of an All-American Catchphrase: Free, White and 21," which discusses the history of the aforementioned catchphrase that originally began in the 19th century but became a pop culture staple thanks to it's appearance in dozens of Hollywood films in the 30's and 40's. Or if you don't have the time, watch the montage of clips of movies featuring the phrase--which has curiously been erased from film history--below.
While I haven't been hitting the keys here lately--Mama's still raisin' coin for a new laptop--I've been running my mouth aplenty. Back in January, myself and few other infidels in my local atheist group started a bi-weekly podcast called Bayou Blasphemy, in which we meet up at a member's house and flap our yaps about religion, atheism, currents events, pop culture and whatever else crosses our fevered minds.
In our latest episode, entitled "Sex and the Secularist," we discuss how religion influenced our views on sex and gender, as well as North Carolina and Mississippi religious liberty laws, Donald Trump's abortion snafu and a Shreveport pastor's Jesus Christ pose. Enjoy.