October 30, 2017My foot hurts from time to time and especially in the winter time, as I have a long frustrating history with kicking dead horses. No, not literally, of course–I love animals, hence why I’m vegan. What I mean is, in the past, I have invested quite some time in terribly turning minutes into hours discussing all manner of interesting subjects which eventually, at times, unfortunately, turn into dubious drab. Topics range from turbid to morbid, paranormal to my petty predilection for pubes (more on this later). I dig the pithy bon mots with adults and tots, but…yes, it sounds like a hairy butt coming around the corner, and I assure you, it is…but when the discussion travels into turbulent territory, I now bow out–gracefully if possible. You know when it is coming: the other person begins to stutter because their passion for whatever notion he is defending is now impeding oxygen from reaching his grey matter; they start to interrupt, volume in voices arise; profanity colors the language profusely; insults, usually come frequently as the last step.
“Christians” always want to engage me in conversation about religion and or how beautiful and magnificent life is with all its balance and order ( these people choose to ignore how most of the planet is uninhabitable and how obvious it is that the universe couldn’t give a bucket of piss for our future), and how “we have morals so god must have created us…because the Bible say so.”
Most of the time, I avoid this temptation. Since, I know where it usually leads. I try to be patient and compassionate about their stance, for I was also born in the proverbial Socratic cave; Yours truly used to be yours brainwashed. Christians are christians because they don’t want to die, they don’t ever want to be separated from their loved ones, to live forever without sickness in a mansion surrounded by riches for all eternity. Sounds pleasant, I’ll admit that. That doesn’t make it true.
I could point out that never have I read a book riddled with such obvious contradiction, promotion of rape, genocide, slavery, condemnation of homosexuality, the prohibition on women speaking in church, and the list goes on. The rebuttal usual is: “the New Testament is about the new covenant of love Jesus brought to the world.” If you love god, you must serve him and keep his commandments and only him–no other gods, “for he is a jealous god.” I am no expert on love, by any means, but I believe I have loved people and was fine with them leaving me if they felt they could find better. When they left, and plenty of them did, I didn’t feel the need to throw them into a lake of fire. Maybe my love is more forgiving.
If you’re gonna believe in a guy who walked on water and was born of a virgin, why not other mythological anthropomorphic gods? Why deny all of them except the god of the Jews?
It’s useless, I have found to use historical reference to shine line on the absurdity that the Nazarene was a completely unique individual. That all his attributes weren’t being displayed hundreds and even thousands of years before him. By gods like Mithras, Zeus, Horus, etc.
So, let us talk, shall we? Of things we can both agree on, or at least willing to objectively consider, on things we can both enjoy discussing. Maybe allow ourselves to be challenged and not just interrupt when the overwhelming urge to go next overcomes you. Like good music, a great film, guitars, on why I prefer hair on a woman’s vagina, flowers, tigers, bears, coffee, my abhorrence for social media, writing, on why I think women are better creatures than men (in most ways), poetry, shoes, anything besides fantasy creatures that you seem to believe are true and want not just ten-percent of all your earnings, but your life and complete devotion. Because if you already made up your mind, then what’s the point?
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