Hergest Ridge

 
“Your Gods child.
Their is none greater then Yahweh.”

Contrast the claim with the “method” of expression; Is it not akin to an overall clad mechanic hammering a bolt into place while claiming to have invented the internal combustion engine?

Sure, sure, we all make mistakes (some dumber than others,) yet a large segment of the population feels certain they know for a fact, and can articulate what the creator of the universe approves of and what offends Him. From the minute details of “sinful language”, to “immoral scientific research”, to the “forbidden acts” between two consenting adults behind closed doors. The list is longer than any scripture ever written.

If God exists and the details for “pure living” are in any significant way true, God undoubtedly carries a Law degree. And you can bet that there is enough fine print there so that He can send us anywhere He feels like on any given day, and do so in a legally kosher manner.

With the power to judge, sentence, and carry out the final justice, I suspect blonds and brunettes deceased between the late teenage years and mid-twenties will rule the Kingdom of Heaven. (Preferably those that didn’t die in car crashes, or botched, back alley coat hanger abortions.) Unless of course God is gay… I mean God being a HIM implies gender, and a sexual preference. And we all know God is a he, so he has to have some kind of sexual preferences, otherwise He’d be an It.

Look, even if there is a God, we have no way of knowing what He might want. We’re flies in a bowl of hot tomato soup heading towards His table. Even if we could see and touch Him, our little brains could never, ever know His mind. The same applies to the men of the bible that ran around the desert, making claims of His wishes and intent. Their brains were even smaller than ours, and they believed (no, knew) that the sun moved around the Earth. If they are your best witness in the Court of Truth, you might as well plead guilty now and start that sentence sooner than later.

If “God works in mysterious ways”, the religious as a group sure see no mystery in how much oppression we need legislate on one another, and the precise type it needs be. All this for the “privilege” to sit proud by his side, while many of our siblings, kids, friends, spouses and parents undoubtedly choke on sulfur, flames, and the smoke of burning flesh.

Daily, the 700 Club helps hundreds part with their money. Today’s focus was on those close to bankruptcy. Give god a tithe - 10% of your after tax income, preferably for the rest of your life - and he’ll bless you with a tax return to pay off your debt, with money left to pay the tithe. (The host went as far as he could with the insinuation, without making a firm claim. To his credit, he knows he would have got away with the latter, too.)

After the fool goes bankrupt in part due to the tithe, the family will fall to their knees, drag the children down to do the same, and thank god for his grace; thank him for the wisdom that the bankruptcy taught them. And when in the end they make it through financially, they will pay god double - once for the ‘wisdom’ they learned through failing the first time, and then for his grace to let them stand again.

If there is a hell, its gates will be shut for a thousand years after Pat Robinson drops dead, all its resources dedicated to torturing Mr. Robertson alone. Every vice will be clamped around his stretched body, the whole abomination kept in the burning bowels of every flame and spark that the dark pits can muster.

Should anyone pray for Pat while he’s paying for his crimes against his fellow men, he’ll be enlightened to the fact through divine revelation. And when the pain and suffering does not recede in the slightest, Pat will experience for himself what a time wasting and useless exercise prayer really is.

The summer is slipping into something red and sexy, with a scent to match the occasion.

About five hundred words writing per day is the pace required to complete my writing project before year’s end. Perhaps a new deadline is more reasonable?

The religious pandering of politicians in election mode - here and south of the border - is making me nauseas.

“Jesus saves” is false advertising; If prayer accomplished anything, folks would be hiring others to pray for them.

Wearing your heart on the sleeve is a pathetic state; Love thy enemies like you love thyself a pathetic mantra.

(”Hi Honey, this is Jim. Jim tries to run me over with his car every time he pulls out of the driveway, but I love him as much as I love you and myself.” Well, aren’t we all just fucking special?)

I had nothing to say, but wrote anyway. And now I’m done.

As my opinions on faith based convictions have already been well established, anyone with basic familiarity of the US political climate knows which party I wish to come to power. When it comes to the parties on the ballot, the word “choice” is a bit of a misnomer.

For all with a scientific understanding of the universe, the only option are the Democrats (a lousy option, the alternative far worse.) Those with a supernatural view of the universe will vote Republican.

Majority of those getting through life without the urgent need for heavy medication will share the world view of the household into which they were conceived. The apple travels but a short distance from the tree that bore it, it’s only hope for improved geography an animal in search for tomorrow’s meal. And since the fundamental beliefs are made for most voters by fate, at birth, the vote decision is as much choice as the offer from the dear leader upstairs, the one where we all supposedly have a choice not to follow him.

All of this brings me to Sarah Palin, John McCain’s vice-president candidate. In place of a long winded paragraph, I invite you to witness for yourself as Palin swiftly carves her own name in the Great Wall of Ignoramus: Part 1 | Part 2

Overall a boring speech, but well worth watching in full. The end gets interesting, with a crying prayer from the church founder, hands swaying hypnotically in the crowd under the camera and a god good overview of Palin’s roots deeply planted in ignorance, dogma, and a substance with a distinct smell of bullshit acting as fertilizer.

Based on his age, the Social Security Administration website calculates a 10% death chance for McCain in his first term, 27% should he get to a second.

One of the few qualifications for the most powerful world positions has become the ability to fit in with the average Joe by being an average Jane. The 21st century is much of a disappointment indeed.

Imagine one religion is how the World Church wanted the world to hear and remember John Lennon’s “Imagine”. “John told them that they didn’t understand it at all.” To this day, there are reports that some in the US are broadcasting the World Church proposed version of the song, or omitting the line all together.