'You know
what? Barbers do not exist.'
Dear Concerned Student:
I am not allowed in schools.
Sincerely,
God
The sound and the fury, the madness
of a compartmentalised
mind,
so limited in its perception,
so blind to its own limitations.
What does it take to see, to hear, to Know?
The so petty arguments for such a petty moronic powerless
impotent little god of their little minds.
What will it take?
A cheap god who pouts and crosses his all-powerful arms in a
corner unable to act and do one of his very few miracles, a bit of a Scrooge with
his miracles in fact, healed some sick raised some dead blah blah blah, changed
some water into wine.
Why pick and choose? Why not heal ALL the sick raise ALL the
dead and have wine at the tap now?
What about the poor fuckers that DID NOT get
healed?
What about the poor mothers that DID NOT get their sons back?
Free will and all that bullshit I am omni-everything but totally impotent to change most things
because of what?
BECAUSE of a stupid puny capricious moronic ape that I created
apparently who just won’t let me BOO HOO HOO.
Otherwise I’d be breaking his free will, free will he never
had to begin with.
He did not choose when to be born and where and in what kind of family and he cannot choose to get out of this pattern he was thrown into and I don’t even give him the free will to end it all when it becomes too stupid or painful, after all Life is MY gift (apparently) and he does not have the right to take it away. Not mentioning that he does not have the right to stop it from happening either.
Free will my ass.
I cannot help the kids being murdered, maimed and butchered in school because they kicked me out
of school?
FOR FUCK SAKE what kind of a puny impotent whining god is
that now?
I can’t help them because I don’t exist and I CBF by the 7 billion
of procreating monkeys that are overpopulating a little dot in one huge
universe, one of many.
Man’s gods are so much like man it is a wonder no one ever
clued up.
Puny petty 12 year old pouting and fighting.
All the mythologies are about war, incest, drunkenness and
petty fights and we see this as the absolute top of holiness: how blind can we
be?
12 holy sons/tribes born of 2 wives 2 mistresses conniving
and lying and these are the crème de la crème of humanity. Not talking about the sexual prowess of Zeus
or Krishna now.
Cheap tales made by cavemen.
The religion of billions based on wild tales many of them
told by a guy who fell off his horse and OBVIOUSLY severely damaged his
temporal lobe.
Would he be around today
no one would give him the time of day.
And the only reason we have a “young” earth is because we
have a “young” WRITTEN history. DUH!
No writing = no old wives tales to carry on.
Six thousand years of writing has not made us any smarter
now and six million more years won’t help us either.
The hubris and pride of it all is mind-boggling for those of
us who still have a mind.
The “CHOSEN” people is the beginning of hell and blood and
murder wherever one might be. Once you
are CHOSEN you are better than the rest of the dirt that doesn't deserve to
live and should be eliminated by your special god but since he doesn't exist
and is impotent,
“WE” have to do his dirty work always and KILL, KILL, KILL.
Down with the infidel, he is not one of US.
WE are so much better than him, the goyim, the infidel, the trashy dog.
And then the reverse also happens because we all know what
happens to the smart ass who thinks he is better than all of us: we call it
here the Tall Poppy Syndrome.
Not forgetting also that KILL, KILL, KILL also makes you
many enemies with long memories.
What a stupid self-righteous hysterical mob we are.
There will not be a day on this planet when someone is big
enough to imagine a bloodless god, a magnanimous ethereal being of pure love
and knowledge and peace and joy and wisdom above all human capacity.
A god that doesn't fuck left right and
centre, commits incest or encourages it anyway, orders to kill and is so petty
and explosive
… a consuming fire
… a consuming fire DOES NOT love,
it destroys
everything on its path with no mercy or compassion or knowledge or even
consciousness.
A god that is much concerned with words like BLOOD and
SACRIFICES and SACRED and HOLY, all words of pain and contentions, of pride,
hubris and arrogance.
Show me such an ethereal perfect being or show me nothing.
And nothing is what we will all get.
Once you’re gone, you’re
gone.
And all the delusions, dreaming, wishing, and all the religions of the
world will not change anything to this immutable fact.
What does it matter, a
dream of love
Or a dream of lies
We're all gonna be in the same place
When we die
Your spirit don't leave knowing
Your face or your name
And the wind through your bones
Is all that remains
And we're all gonna be
We're all gonna be
Just dirt in the ground
Or a dream of lies
We're all gonna be in the same place
When we die
Your spirit don't leave knowing
Your face or your name
And the wind through your bones
Is all that remains
And we're all gonna be
We're all gonna be
Just dirt in the ground