Poor Karl Barth. In this semester’s classes they talk about him in tones usually reserved for George Bush—as if he is so buffoonish that we do not have to deal seriously with his claims. Theological conservatives do not trust Barth because he is a wild liberal, liberals dismiss him for being too conservative, and I think this model looks like a good one to emulate. Maybe he should have told more jokes or something.
My systematics professor is the worst, the one who teaches the bullshit about indecent theology and telling our sexual stories in community. I bet he is jealous of Barth, a handsome man who probably had better sexual stories to tell, being German and all, at least compared to my professor, who is a young dickhead, literally: his head looks like a half-circumsized penis.
On Mondays and Wednesdays I daydream about Karl walking into class and using heavily accented bons mots to tear apart the professor. Some days he smokes a pipe while he does it.
