Over dinner, Jana likes to regale us with stories of infectious diseases (luckily this hasn’t included dysentery–yet). Lately, this has included detailed descriptions of death by diphtheria. Most of the fatalities caused by this disease were children and the elderly, and the bacillus killed by slowly secreting a leathery membrane that grew until it blocked the air passages, gradually choking its victims. Even in the early 20th century, tens of thousands of children died excruciating deaths each year, often perishing with their siblings, while their parents watched helplessly. The disease is mostly eradicated in this country because it’s the ‘D’ in the DTP shots kids get before enrolling in public schools.
This opens the sluices to a couple of channels of thought:
1) I’m pissed off at parents who choose to refrain from giving their kids DPT shots. They have the right, but it’s a decision that may impact a much wider sphere than their own family. GameBoy was hospitalized with pertussis when he was just a couple of weeks old because he was infected by someone who wasn’t immunized.
2) So, if God created life and all of its forms, then he specifically designed the diphtheria bacillus (and many worse). I have a hard time imagining a compassionate God drawing up the blueprints for this life form, but maybe that’s just because Satan stuck his pitchfork in my brain and spun it around a few times. It could mean that God is a sadist, or that we live in a world in which life mutates and adapts to its environment. But I prefer to think that God just fucked up:
JESUS: Hey Dad, you know how on the Day #6, you created man and wart hogs and slugs and all the creepy-crawly things?
GOD: This is about the Platypus again, isn’t it?
JESUS: That Diphtheria thing, it’s killing babies and old folks. Even for you, Dad, that’s pretty fucked up.
GOD: Diph-what?
JESUS: Dad, just Godgle it. See, it says right here, you created it right after the Platypus and just before Michael Jackson.
GOD: I knew it! This is all about the Platypus!
JESUS: What were you smoking, Dad?
GOD: I didn’t even make the herbs of the field until…
JESUS (interrupting): The fifth day.
GOD: Right. I made that, and I saw it was good.
JESUS: …
GOD: Damn good, in fact. [To hovering cherubim] Go fetch me a toke the size of a redwood. And, uh, one of those flaming swords.
JESUS: [sighs and shakes head]
I have a bit more compassion for the “I royally screwed up (and I’m going to drown my woes) God” than “This is all part of my sadistic plans God” that creationists seem to worship. If you’re up there, cheers. Hope you can live with yourself.