Don’t give me that old-time religion

It’s not good enough for me.

So this kid on a college basketball team fucked his girlfriend and got suspended for the rest of the season. There are two schools of thought on this: the people who say “He knew the rules, he broke them, he suffers the consequences. End of story,” and the people who say “Yeah, he broke the rules, but the rules are fucking stupid to begin with. Who cares?”

Guess which school I attend.

The player’s name is Brandon Davies, he plays basketball at BYU, and this whole thing is utterly insane. By ‘whole thing’ I mean the story, yes, but more importantly I mean BYU itself, the school run by the LDS (Mormon) church that prohibits via “honor code” sex outside of marriage as well as drug and alcohol consumption of any kind.

Also: no drinking tea. Also: no, I’m not making that up. Also: even well-known Jesus freak Tim fucking Tebow thinks the kid shouldn’t have gotten suspended.

The scolds are out in full force, armed with nauseatingly pious admonishments to those who’d dare take the “um, this is stupid” line of argument. Yes, the school’s rules are well known to all its students. Yes, they were well within their limits to suspend the kid from the team. Yes, the kid shouldn’t have gone to this school unless he was prepared to follow the rules.

None of this addresses the bottom line: the rules (at least the one prohibiting premarital sex) are archaic, draconian, and altogether utterly fucking stupid.

We’re hardwired to want to have sex. We’re genetically predisposed as a species to want to fuck, which is why it’s so damn enjoyable – so we’ll want to do it more. Safe, consensual sex of the kind that took place here is both enjoyable and beneficial to the practitioners; to those outside its sphere of influence (everyone else) it neither picks their pocket nor breaks their leg.

The above is incontestable in its entirety. So why, then, are so many not only fine with a school prohibiting it, but actually celebrating their ignorance and obstinacy?

The magic word: religion. The catch-all blanket excuse for every leftover vestige from a time when (more than today, anyway) the baseless, unshakable certainty of faith lorded over reason, practicality, curiosity and humanity.

This from BYU’s athletic director:

“Everybody who comes to BYU, every student if they’re an athlete or not an athlete, they make a commitment when they come. A lot of people try to judge if this is right or wrong. It’s not about right or wrong. It’s about commitment.”

No, you zombified hack, it is about right and wrong. It’s always about right and wrong. And you and your kind will always, always, always be wrong, whether you think your “honor code” comes from Yaweh or Zeus or Thor or the Flying Spaghetti Monster or, in your case, the most ridiculous one of all, Joe fucking Smith.

The real story here is that a 19 year old kid has been so indoctrinated with this sad, stifling, individuality-crushing bullshit that he felt so much guilt over his “transgression” that he turned himself in.

Think about that for a moment: he “turned himself in.” Think about what springs to mind when you hear that someone “turned themselves in” for a sexual offense. Then think of what happened here, what “sexual offense” this kid “turned himself in” for.

Something is very, very wrong here.