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He Died For Our Stick-Figured Sins
I love when religious types get their signals crossed when it comes to their sacred cows. In this case, 8-year-old Chester Johnson had been assigned to make a Christmas drawing as part of a class project. Turns out the administration at his school in Taunton, Mass., didn't much care for his stick figure drawing of Jesus Christ on the cross. (See the figure to the right...)
They sent Chester home from school. But that wasn't the worst of their hypocritical stance: They ordered the boy to undergo a psychological evaluation.
Okay, let's see. You're an 8-year-old child who has, given the subject of Chester's drawing, attended a Christmas Mass or two in your few years on Earth. Not to mention almost every Sunday if you're part of a God-fearing Christian family and community. What would be the one enduring symbol of your religion? The one thing that would be burned into your head?
Oh, yeah.
That guy nailed to the boards, right up in front, over the head of the other guy in the robes warning you to be good or the guy stuck to the boards is going to get you.
Little Chester should be given a pass on this absurdity. What's more, it seems like the morons of Taunton are the ones that need to have their heads examined.
UPDATE: Thanks to reader Debbie Wolfe for pointing me to a recent press release issued by Taunton Public Schools in which they point out that a number of inaccuracies about this story have been punched up by the media. Check it out here.
December 16, 2009 in MicroRant, Religion, Social Commentary | Permalink | Comments (4) | TrackBack (0)
Tags: Chester Johnson, Christmas, Jesus, Marc Hershon, Mass., stick figure, Taunton, The Daily Grill