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I'm an artist, educator, militant anti-theist , and I write. I gamble on just about anything. And I like beer...but I love my wife. This blog contains observations from a funny old man who gets pissed off every once in a while.

Sunday, December 29, 2013

The Gospel According to Uncle Ralph: Chapter 13, Verse 12-29


OPEN LETTER TO CHRISTIANS



 Well, of course! It's so obvious and wonderful....just ask this young Christian lad who is still wondering what god has planned for him and who god created him to be...
And remember that the god in those first quotes is the same god who killed every baby on earth during the flood....yeah, he loves the shit out of us.
But if thinking that an invisible guy in the sky is in control of your life makes you feel important or less worried about death or whatever, I wish you the very best. I am often asked why I should care what people think. I don't....unless they want to punish homosexuals because a Bronze Age book written by primitive people who sacrificed goats said so. And if you want to teach this claptrap along side established science, then I insist that you don't bring your anti-science mindset anywhere near my children...
 That kind of thinking is fucking dangerous!
Why isn't the newspaper embarrassed for printing something so insane?

The person that wrote this next gem may or may not actually believe it...
 ...but that's not the point. The point is, people seem to have a need to believe stupid shit. Think about the fools that believed all the modern examples (David Koresh; the UFO in the tail of the comet guy; Jim Jones, Horoscopes, tarot cards, etc, etc). People crave to have the inside tract to the meaning of life and it's all bullshit. Think people...think.

Now, one of my favorite stories. 
Two white brothers, one of them a geologist, determined that there might be gold in the interior of New Guinea, so they hired a bunch of black porters and off they went...
 What they didn't know was that there were dozens of civilizations between them and their destination...and none of these people even knew that they lived on an island. They have never ventured out of their neighborhood, as it were. 
When the brothers entered a village (some consisting of thousands of people) they were perceived as gods and the black porters were the dead ancestors being returned to earth. The primitives brought them food and jewels and virgins and just about anything of value they had. When the multitude crowded in uncomfortably close, the white men made an elaborate show of shooting a pig's brains out...to show their immense power. That worked very well, thank you very much.
The the brothers continued on their way, village after village, until they found the valley with the gold.
Yes, gentle reader, it IS that easy for a god to come into existence.
But, alas, that is not the end of the tale.
When the brothers started back to the coast to stake their claim, they had to pass through the same villages that just months prior had deemed them divine. But the villagers had had time to think about their hasty assessment and decided to attack the white men and take all their fancy shit for themselves...including the "Thunder Sticks" from the pig incident. Dozens of primitives were killed by the white man's far superior weaponry before they were allowed to pass unmolested. This did not happen in one village, but in each village they had previously visited.

My point is, people...all people want easy solutions and god(s) is the easiest solution there is. But the creation of the universe and our place in it is not easily explained. It is very complex. Our understanding of it is continually in flux as we discover new things...which is science's strength, not its weakness.  Think, people. Magic is not the answer...it never has been and it never will be.





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