Another rant? Rants are never out of style. And a rant about my favorite subject is a cure- all for insipidity and distraction. Today, it seems, the world is overwhelmed with sweetness and goodness and light. Think cuteseewootsey thoughts, never waver, and all your dreams and hopes will bear ruby-red strawberries ripe for picking…
…and the moon is made of green cheese.
To bury your head like an ostrich in the sand will not solve the problems humankind, and planet earth, faces.
Join me, flatten your ears in your brachia and dive headfirst into the frey.
I think I can build a case-and win it–that deniers, liars, ands believers are a brew of insane and stupid broth for empty heads and aching bellies.
I’m quite sure many of you will agree to teach a toddler that Mohammad rose up to heaven on a white-winged horse–Al-Baraq–is true, is an insult to a child’s intelligence and great wrong- doing by a loving and caring parent. But it comes in handy as we shall see.To teach a child to believe lies is a marvelous tool of control. Governments use it all the time. If one is taught to believe nonsense, it’s easy to lie and expect him to believe anything he’s told by an authoritative figure is true.The President. The Pope. A dictator. Or pastor, or priest, or rabbi, or minister, or Insoc Party Slogan of love. Love is hate, doncha know?
Truth. A belief is something that is not true. If it were true, it would not be a belief, it would be a fact.
In science one has a theory. Other scientists often attempt to prove or disprove it. Make a liar out of a man of reason’s theory–a true scientist– and he will drop his false theory like a chunk of red hot charcoal.
This is not true of true believers. Fact is, the more insane the belief you believe, the better believer you are.
Once Zeus came down to earth in the form of a swan, had sex with Leda, who bore him two kids. Helen and Clyemnestra.
The last god who came down to earth–2000 years ago– had sex with a virgin who bore him a son. Gods don’t do this so much anymore.
Occasionally one hears that this god has no sex, but doesn’t that conflict with the story? He’s a father. The great father. And fathers are usually male. It’s so confusing. How does one keep the facts straight?
Easy, deny they exist. Fly over the top of the fact and believe as a true believer believes.
Denies, lies, and beliefs are one extraordinarily dysfunctional family. Linked together with a chain as strong as the strongest. As weighty as heaviest. As silly–with an evil bent– as any nasty creature in a Grimm’s fairy tale.
This god has rules. Break’em and spend all eternity in the fires of hall he created. I find this an insult to my intelligence. How about you?
bettejo 