Humanity the God

Amen - The Creation of Adam Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Creation_of_Adam

Although time and translation have reversed roles, we have here Michelangelo’s conveniently male depiction of one — and certainly caucasian (note, beyond the obvious skin tone, the disproportionately small penis, lengthened still unrespectable by its tapering foreskin) — creating god in his image (clothed, in his shame) sprawled in the bosom of youthful nudity, thus lending confidence to the ageless depravity of pedophilia.

Humanity. n. A species overwhelmingly inconsiderate of its own and other species, in need of creating gods in their warlike image: A supreme and unquestioning authority to validate their criminal existence, to ensure their unworthy and dishonorable continuance in spiritual eternity, to absolve their transgressions against one another, nature and her earthlings.

God. n. An imaginary being, a phenomenon of the mind infecting a diseased and self-serving intellect.

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Comparing Us to Animals?

The Animals
Image credit: Unknown. But whoever the artist, they did a mighty fine job. Kudos.

Us and Them, Let’s See

Who hasn’t heard numerous times before that, “You can’t compare humans to animals. That’s ridiculous.”

For example, you can’t compare the Jewish Holocaust with the animal holocaust or black slavery to the slavery of animals. Or, simply human suffering to animal suffering.

I agree, it’s preposterous.

It’s belittling.

No valid comparison can a rational person conjure.

What demented reasoning defies logic to suggest an identity between the two? Ha!

Double Ha!

What possible presentation could infer equality? Only, lunacy.

Who contests we have no equal? Who dare?

What animal, ever, in its existence, possessed the indispensable disposition to initiated a war. None! Damn you, I say, none.

What animal able of producing massive amounts of disposables to overload the landfills and fill the mighty oceans? Yes, only us, and us alone!

What animal ever invented machinery able to pollute the air, water, and land with such ease and indifference? The mere utterance, asinine.

What animal capable of creating genetically modified organisms, medicines, chemicals, and poisons able to sicken and disease every living organism? Oh phew!

What animal maliciously harms another? Rape? Murder? Steal? Lie? Cheat? Grab a pussy?

What other being commands such convoluted communication skills as to sow ambiguity and dubiety into every syllable? Bark, bark. Meow, meow. Moo, moo. Really?

What animal ever watched Jerry Springer?

What animal willingly surrenders their freedom to empower an Authoritarian Overlord? A government they bow to? And then willingly pays this Determining Absolute the fruit of their labors? Come-on.

What animal creates imaginary Gods to give license to injustice? Damn you; they have no such imaginings. Thank God.

Now, who fancies any animal even remotely capable of such atrocities as the Holocaust, or that of black slavery, or the genocide of whole native populations, or the extinctions of entire species, or animal agriculture? None!

How dare any dunderhead compare us to the animals. Idiots.

Changed

They tell me I’ve changed,

but they don’t know the half.

They say I’ve lost my mind,

but it was never mine to begin.

—At an art fair in Southern Indiana

artists peddle their overpriced wares, nice as they are,

to the interested disinterested masses

who will go home carrying mostly what they came with.

There’s a fat, red-faced white man wearing a bow tie and straw hat,

his shirt wet with salty sweat,

holding the reins to his horse-drawn carriage,

sitting beneath the shade of the built-in canopy,

while his slave horses bake in the sun on the hot pavement

beside God’s Christian church where they’re serving chicken breasts

to the old folks bused in from who-the-fuck-knows-where.

(Little do any of these, the old fat fucker, or God even care as long as they all get what they came for: money, a meal, obedience.)

A racially mixed crowd marches through the streets protesting the KKK,

who are protesting Goddamn knows what.

However, the straight-piped Harleys drown them both out

in a sea of roaring CCs, with attitudes to match.

Thick smoke drifts up in the hot still air from the food corridor,

where folks revel on the flesh of my friends,

invading like a mob in a creepy zombie film show,

immersing clothes, hair, and eyes in a rancid haze

nauseating the senses of the sensitive,

while I buy six dollars a bar, handmade soap

—only because it’s vegan.

A few miles down, in middle of the road, a deer lies slowly dying,

her legs twitch, her eyes alert.

Hit by a distracted driver posting selfies to Instagram—

because the bitch thinks she’s special and can.

With 4000+ faux Facebook friends, what other possible conclusion is there?

Well, I think you know what the problem is just as well as I do.

The Millennial’s mother told her, she was special,

and so she believes it.

Well, she’s not and neither are you.

—Unless you’re doing something special, you’re just another

run-of-the-mill, bottom-dwelling crap-sucker

sucking hind tit off an Empire struggling

to defeat 30,000 Taliban

while it taunts a billion Chinese

and a million Russians into war,

set to the music of a nuclear finale.

But still, its dutiful citizens pledge allegiance.

(Except for a handful down on one knee.)

And the nation prepares to make it all better

by voting to be, “Stronger Together.”

A megalomaniac on one side a psychopath on the other,

take your pick, red or blue, it doesn’t fucking matter.

Meanwhile a white teenager, his hair in dreadlocks,

takes a brow beating from a black girl, her hair in dreadlocks,

both look hip as shit, but accusing him of

“Cultural Appropriation.”

What the fuck?

Who starts all this confrontational interpretation?

In my time, and I know that’s irrelevant,

it was that imitation was the sincerest form of flattery.

No more, now it’s a personal affront.

Another goddamn wedge forced between people

pretending to fight for social justice,

while they rob liquor stores and steal TVs

from their own neighborhood establishments.

And nobody realizes they’re being played to the hilt,

by an elite who’s dead-set on destroying us all for a trillion bucks,

and the power to match.

…they say I’ve changed.

God of Abraham

Amen - The Creation of Adam Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Creation_of_Adam

Once upon a time, I believed that God, the cruel and vengeful God of Abraham, wasn’t real.[1]

I was wrong.

He is real.

And he is very, very influential. Although, like Santa Claus, he exists as an idea entirely in the mind of the believer or dupe.

But this doesn’t make him or any other imaginary subservient fascination any less real, any less powerful, or any less dangerous.

In fact, the opposite is true.

Being there are no limits to the creations of the imagination and while capable of great good, does, on the other hand, give the faithful freedom to imagine their God endowed with all the inclinations and motives, prejudices and fears of their manner. Thus, they sanction their objectives no matter how diabolical with the ultimate reassurance of divine authority.[2]

Then if, by some strange twist they stumble on remorse they then have this creation to ease their conscience and forgive their transgressions.

It doesn’t get any more real than that.

Making this, the contrary and temperamental God of Abraham, the most powerful and self-sustaining notion known in the history of humankind.[3]

And, in a very real sense, an impossible deity to deny.

[1] Cruelty and Violence in the Bible http://skepticsannotatedbible.com/cruelty/long.html (accessed May 10, 2016)

[2] Who’s killing the bloggers http://www.nytimes.com/2016/06/09/world/asia/bangladesh-killings-bloggers.html (accessed June 9, 2016)

[3] Injustice in the Bible http://skepticsannotatedbible.com/inj/long.html