ABSTRACT
The goal of this chapter is to create an ironic political narrative that is true to materialism, socialism, and feminism. Perhaps more faithfully than sincere devotion and identification, blasphemy is faithful. Blasphemy has always appeared to call for extreme seriousness. I am aware of no better position to take within the evangelical, secular-religious traditions of American politics, including socialist feminism. While maintaining the urge for community, blasphemy shields one from the internal moral majority. Apostasy is not blasphemy. Irony is about contradictions that, despite dialectical attempts, cannot be reconciled into bigger wholes, about the tension that results from attempting to keep disparate ideas together because they are all important and true. Humor and serious play are key to irony. I would want to see socialist-feminism give greater credence to this political tactic and rhetorical technique. The image of the cyborg lies at the heart of my ironic religion, my blasphemy.
