Day: September 7, 2017

Where Have All the White Christians Gone?

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It’s no wonder the KKK, white supremacists, and neo-Nazis are up in arms these days. America is no longer a white Christian nation. Oh noooooo!

According to a recent study by the Public Religion Research Institute, the share of Americans who identify as white and Christian has dropped below 50%, a transformation fueled by immigration and by growing numbers of people who reject organized religion altogether.

Yikes!

Don’t worry too much, America. You haven’t lost the War on Christmas just yet. Christians overall still remain a large majority in the United States, at nearly 70% of Americans. 

However, only 43% of America’s population is made up of white Christians. That’s down from 80% four decades ago.

The survey of 100,000 Americans also found that more than a third of all Republicans say they are white evangelicals, and nearly three-quarter identify as white Christians. 

Contrast that with the Democrats, where white Christians have become a minority, shrinking from 47% a decade ago to only 29% now. Even worse, 40% of Democrats say they have no religious affiliation. Those damn Democratic secularists are all going straight to hell.

This explains why Donald Trump, Jeff Sessions, and congressional Republicans want to end DACA and limit even legal immigration, why Trump wants to build his wall that Mexico won’t pay for, and why he tried to ban Muslims from entering the country. 

But hey, you can’t make America great again if it’s not white and Christian, right?

Lost and Found

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Charlie was looking everywhere he could think of in the apartment, but he just couldn’t find them.

“Where did I put those goddam keys? Honey, did you see my car keys? I’m running late. Cindy, I can’t find my goddam car keys! Cindy? Cindy? Do you hear me?”

Cindy, who was in the master bathroom in the far end of the flat, called out to Charlie, “Did you check your jacket pockets?”

“Of course I checked my jacket pockets,” Charlie yelled back. “That’s the first place I looked.”

“Look again.”

“No! I told you. I already looked there. They’re not in my jacket pockets.”

“Look again,” she repeated. “This is a small apartment. There is only a finite number of places your keys can be. So indulge me. Look again.”

“Fine.” Charlie went to the coat closet, pulled open the door, and checked every pocket in his jacket. “Nope, they’re not in my jacket,” he yelled back. “See, I told you they weren’t in my jacket.”

Cindy, rather perturbed, as she, too, was running late and was still putting on her face, trudged from the master bathroom in the back of the apartment to the doorway in the front. She walked up to Charlie’s windbreaker, which was hanging on the coat rack by the front door, stuck her hand in the right hand pocket, and pulled out a key chain with Charlie’s car keys on it.

“What the hell, Charlie!” she said, highly annoyed.

“Oh, that jacket. Why the hell didn’t you say that jacket?”

Written for today’s one-word prompt, “finite.”

Friday Fictioneers — Tumbleweed

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“Hey, man, are you okay?”

“Nothing’s broken on me, but my front rim is bent to hell,” Tom replied, getting up and dusting himself off. “I told you it was getting too dark for us to be riding our bikes.

“What happened?” Eddie asked. “You were hauling ass and the next thing I know, you took a spill and were sprawled out on the ground.”

“Everything was cool until I saw what I thought was tumbleweed blowing across the path.”

“Tumbleweed caused you to fall?”

“Not unless tumbleweed has eyes, ears, and legs,” Tom said. “It was a goddam jackrabbit.”

(100 words)

Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Danny Bowman.