Eighty years ago today, Babe Ruth set one of the most admired and coveted records in the history of sports when he hit his 60th home run of the 1927 season. Even after Roger Maris broke the record in 1961, Mark McGwire and Sammy Sosa both surpassed it in 1998, and Barry Bonds set the current record of 73 in 2001, the Babe’s 1927 total has remained the goal of every slugger to step to the plate. The record has been broken enough now that to see someone else hit 60 or more would be merely impressive, but before Ruth did it in 1927, it was unthinkable.
Actually, it probably wasn’t, since he’d just hit 59 six years before, but you know what I mean. Babe Ruth wasn’t just a good ballplayer, he wasn’t just the best player of his era – to the fans who watched him, he was superhuman.
Moving from superhuman to subhuman – why the hell didn’t anyone tell me D. James Kennedy finally died? The pompous old fucker croaked on September 5, but I just found out today when I chanced upon his obituary
in the Washington Post. Kennedy was a theocrat of the worst kind, not merely working to undermine the separation of church and state, but denying that it ever existed in the first place. His interpretations of science, contemporary politics, and even his own religion were no more competent than his reading of the Constitution – he regularly presented the credulous and admiring audiences of his weekly broadcast of The Coral Ridge Hour with pseudo-documentaries championing creationism, denigrating humanism and secularism, and endorsing the mythical infallibility of the Bible. Kennedy was one of the densest, most pathetic Christian apologists of the last fifty years, often claiming from his pulpit that Christianity wasn’t even really a religion – “not in the strictest sense” – since, according to him, unlike all other religious, Christianity was 100% true.
Unfortunately, the croaking of Kennedy has not spelled the end of his contemptible cluster of evangelical ministries, including the aforementioned Coral Ridge Hour, and his anti-democracy organization, Reclaiming America for Christ. Still, I’ll take what I can get. Good riddance to this son of a bitch.