When nationalism inspires blood

A shooting at a San Diego mosque.

So in case you missed this, over the weekend a bunch of white Christian nationalists gathered in Washington to pray before the video imagery of a man who raw dogged a porn star, then paid her off in hush money.

It was, officially, referred to as a “rededication of our country as One Nation Under God upon America’s 250th birthday,” but unofficially it marked this warped, disgusting, disturbing administration’s efforts to establish the United States as a Christian—and only Christian—landscape.

Pretty much all the speakers were hard-core Christians.

Pretty much all the attendees were hard-core Christians.

We are America!

We obey Jesus!

We are America!

We obey Jesus!

We are …

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Last night, in San Diego, two teenagers with guns fired upon a mosque in the Clairemont neighborhood, killing three people before turning the weapons upon themselves. Earlier in the day, a mother of one of the murderers called police, informing them that she was “concerned” about her child’s potential behavior.

And here we sit.

As one could have predicted, Donald Trump has nothing of substance to say about this. Nothing. Of. Substance. His only offering (“It’s a terrible situation. I’ve been given some early updates, but we’re going to be going back and looking at it very strongly.”) is typical ridiculousness. What does looking at something strongly even mean? What does it say?

Were this a church in San Diego, with little white children and little white men and little white women, and had the two shooters been Muslim, Trump would have already flown to California. He would have declared war on Islam. He would have cut off more countries. He would have said we all need to praise Jesus in these tough times, that God is the blah blah yick yuck blah blech hee hah.

Instead, multiple attendees at a mosque are dead.

The president is indifferent.

For we are a Christian nation.