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The professor and the dominatrix live in Fundamental, Tennessee where the unbelieving professor's university position is threatened by believers and where the dungeon dominatrix, a shimmering beauty who couldn't sleep at night if she really hurt someone, is denounced as a witch--her seizure disorder cruelly associated with her unbelief. Yet, the police ask for their help to identify and catch a pious serial killer whose ultimate target for torture and death becomes the dominatrix.
An honest look at religion and irreligion in contemporary America, the story has suspense, dungeon events, surprising humor, unusual sex, the puzzle of pedophile priests and homosexuality, and a once-in-a-lifetime love bond between a professor and a dominatrix. Odd as it may seem, the professor’s best friend is a Catholic detective.
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These are the kind of absurdities our professor battles in critical thinking class. "The earth is flat, and anyone who disputes this claim is an atheist who deserves to be punished" (Sheikh Abdel-Aziz ibn Baaz, supreme religious authority, Saudi Arabia). In Ireland blasphemy can be punished by a fine. (But, the churches there now stand mostly empty.) Ronald Reagan allowed wife Nancy to set political appointments at times considered favorable on astrological charts. George McGovern depended on "lucky" articles of clothing, scrambling his staff to find his "lucky" tie or pair of shoes.
Obama is a stronger backer of faith-based education than George Bush. Texas governor Rick Perry is being groomed for the next presidential contest. In spite of the consensus of scientists that evolution is a plain-as-your-nose-on-your-face fact, and that the earth is much older than 6,000 years, he believes neither. He has appointed a dentist who also believes in religion-derived creationism to direct his state's Department of Science Education. Congressional candidate Tim D'Annunzio of North Carolina (according to his wife at their divorce hearing) claimed he was the Messiah, that he tried to raise his stepfather from the dead. G. W. Bush asked the President of France to help us in Iraq because Gog and Magog, two evil forces noted in the Bible, would cause Christians great harm. He repeated that delusion to the president of Egypt.Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.:
GOD'S ANGEL He posed in front of the full-length mirror which was attached to the back of the bedroom-closet door. Slender and immaculate, he was boyishly handsome with a faintly superior cast. He ran his delicate fingers along his pink-satin nightgown and over his hips, feeling a tingle of pleasure, the beginning of an erection. Satisfied with his appearance, he got into bed and switched off the table lamp. When only six, he would "borrow" a nightgown from his mother's bureau and replace it before getting into bed in his own pajamas. By twelve, he was stealing nightgowns from clotheslines and hiding them under a loose board in his closet floor. He identified with girls yet was jealous of them. They had what he wanted, pretty clothes to wear. The stores were full of clothes for girls, all sorts of colors and styles. He viewed sexual behavior through a religious prism of sin, of suffering eternal fire, or of atonement by sacrifice. His fantasies of demeaning and hurting others, as he masturbated, carried him to orgasm; after which he would quickly turn to denial of interest in self-pleasuring, a sin. He turned the coin of pleasure over and found the devil's image there. Saint Paul's technique of dissociation--the devil in me did it--fit him just right. He thought friendly men, the devil's helpers, wanted to blow him. That special thought made him feel lighter than air. But the thought was not examined: it would conflict with the truth of the matter--his desire to be a fellator, or fillatrix when he imagined himself to be a woman. By mental twists, he settled on castration in place of fellation, a final way of touching and holding what he wanted and punishing a devil's helper at the same time. Moses would approve: He prescribed castration and/or killing of sinners. A psychologist might diagnose him as having religious delusions and related paranoia plus a personality disorder: the latter characterized by quickly changing and often fierce moods, poorly controlled anger, and gender confusion. But all of that would be overshadowed by something else if the psychologist knew of his murders. He was utterly psychopathic: never did he pity or love anyone other than himself. To his mother's shock and dismay, her little angel was born with teeth. She overheard the attending physician say aside to a nurse, "Born to bite the world." Oddly, his teeth stayed relatively small. His belief in his goodness, his holiness, was so practiced that he didn't have even a glimmer of the monster he really was. His sky deity was regularly bloodthirsty, always fearsome, and everlastingly cruel--this god would cause the Apocalypse in the time of Antichrist. Cleansing by violence was Christian. He believed his dark, heteroclitic fantasies were god given. He stretched on the bed, stared at the ceiling for a moment, and then closed his soft-brown eyes. The mascara-darkened eyelashes fluttered. In the little-girl falsetto he used when alone, he whispered to himself, "I am but the instrument for carrying out God's wishes. I am obedient." He was the most dangerous of the religious: he was a true believer. He decided to feast on the four newly-gained testicles. He bounced out of bed. Wearing a macabre smile, he smacked his red lips. The taking in of body and blood was well associated in his mind with Holy Communion, the cannibalistic ritual where one magically consumes the body and blood of Christ. He loved Holy Communion. He had a recipe for preparing mountain oysters: so convenient to find it on the Internet along with goat testicle stew, penis stew, turkey nuts, and ranch fry. You simply toss the balls into a hot skillet, when they explode they're done. He had bought the ingredients: corn meal, red wine, cooking oil, salt, pepper, and Louisiana Hot Sauce. Maybe he should try one raw.
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Book Description PublishAmerica, 2008. Paperback. Condition: New. Seller Inventory # DADAX1605633682
Book Description Unknown, 2008. Paperback. Condition: Brand New. 256 pages. 9.00x6.00x0.57 inches. In Stock. Seller Inventory # 1605633682