The more I think about John Green, the author mentioned in the previous post, the more I realize that I loathe people of his type. John Green, for all intents and purposes, is an atheist. His religion literally has nothing to do with his core values. He, after all, said so – he feels uncomfortable identifying as a religious person and doesn’t think the existence of God really matters. He is a secular humanist who thinks that Jesus guy was totally cool.
And so when John Green writes an article advocating for universal healthcare on biblical principles (my source for this can be found in my previous blog post…I may look up the actual article later), my response to this is one of anger. How DARE he – a man who is uncomfortable identifying himself as religious because he’s afraid of the negative stigma, and a man who doesn’t find the existence of God to be a core part of his beliefs – quote the New Testament to justify his political views? He has absolutely no right. Why, pardon my language, the fuck should I care what John Green’s interpretation of the Bible is? The man isn’t a Christian in any meaningful sense of the word.
It’s like me using the Qur’an to argue against the contraception mandate. It’s not only silly, it’s insulting. I am not a Muslim and have no right to be using their holy book to justify my political ends. That Green thinks Christ had some swell ideas doesn’t change any of this.
BUT – Since I am not a liberal, I am not afraid to read John Green and separate the art from the artist (I’m looking at you, anybody who freaked out when Vox Day was nominated for a Hugo). So when I write my final, overarching “The Fault in Our Stars” review, it’s not going to be one of pedantic bashing (SPOILER – roughly a five out of ten, and a thumbs down). And I intend to read his Edgar-winning mystery “Paper Towns”. But that doesn’t mean I like, or even respect, the guy, except in the sense that he can write well at times. But as a person? Not likely.