jesus, schmesus

I would venture to guess if you believed in a god you might be feeling very angry at him/her for the things that have gone wrong in your life.

Not at all… Actually, I’m pretty much content with my life and most often even elated to be living it. It must be at least somewhat obvious that I don’t believe in the good Lord. I think Jesus Christ is an amazing story; a legend even worthy of a USA Primetime special event! But the reality of it is that there is just no such thing; I’d sooner believe in Santa Claus… I don’t believe in a ‘higher power’ either. (Oh, I love that shit! “Oh, I don’t believe in God, I believe in a higher power.”) Nor do I believe in any other mystical and magical creature that might somehow wave their wand over me to grant a second chance at life (eternally, of course) or even the ability to fly or manipulate objects with my mind! Its all horseshit, pure and simple. The sooner the rest of the world can fit it in their head, the better.

I would, however, humbly admit to lacking the understanding of a system responsible for acts your god otherwise gets undeserved credit for. A good example of this might be the inability of an insect to comprehend gravity as a system. Does the insect experience gravity? Of course, but does it understand gravity? Hell, no. Just as I lack the facilities necessary to comprehend such a system of god, the insect lacks the same in understanding a system too complicated for its little bug brain. Quit being so fucking arrogant in assuming you know everything! Are you honestly going to tell me you believe that shit? At least I know for a fact you won’t be spending any Sunday mornings in my bed.

God, schmod. Booooooooo!