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Thursday, October 30, 2008

State of the World Address: Signs from Fucking Heaven! (Oh dear)

The people...
The people are seeing signs from heaven!

(Big fucking el oh el)

For the longest time, humans have been apparently seeing Jesus, Yahweh/Allah, Moses, and other fucking religious icons, in just about anything; clouds, grilled cheese sandwiches, abstract paintings, cheezies, wooden doors, blankets, a natural assortment of rocks, and even a painting (make that a shitload of paintings) claimed to be a sign or signs from fucking God! Holy. Fucking. Shit!

I'm not convinced though, nor do I see these things!

I laugh at these people for seeing such shit in these objects. Perhaps there could be a reason why some of these nutheads see Jesus on a slice of god damn cheese, which could warrant my sympathy (definitely not my empathy, though). On the other hand, I think it's pure wishful thinking. What the fuck is wrong with my fucking species? Are so many of us this fucking crazy?

I am not insulting my own species, which is supposed to be the smartest fucking animal on the planet, but I am often wondering, just how far have we gone? Have we really moved past our instincts that hold us back? I don't think so, when I think of all the people who still believe in a god or a bunch of gods, or think that Jesus' eyes are on a fucking door, or think that some catatonic girl's bedroom full of religious symbols leaks oil as a sign of god. It doesn't fucking stop there. So what happened to all the “looney joints”? Well, I think that the owners of those insane asylums realized how many people are past or near the brink of insanity, and thought that the sum total of hospitable people far surpasses the capacity of said insane asylums; all of them combined.

We are truly a crazy species. All religions pretty much appeal to our base instincts, and our various fears which are truly an obstacle to overcome for many of us. Fear of death, fear of rejection, fear of women or men (usually the former, as unfortunate as it is), fear of loss, and other fears that have been with us since our anatomy formed into what is pretty much identical to what we are now. Instincts are hard to get away from and this is one of the only things that garner my empathy to wishful thinkers and the superstitious. People don't want to lose their loved ones, or be rejected from groups (we are fairly social animals, after all), let alone face the inevitable death; religion, at least in their minds, resolves all of that. Promises of acceptance, of a “watchful eye” over the health and well-being of their family and closest friends, and an ever-lasting life in some “paradise”! Wow, who wouldn't accept that if that's what appeals to most people on this planet!? I don't know, people who accept reality and don't think that some great big peeping Tom in the sky, or warps on a door that are seen as “eyes” are watching over them and thinking, “are they worthy of my love?”

I can't add anything to the equation, there are so many other human beings on this planet that believe in this religious and faithful crap, often for the most batshit crazy fucking reasons, that I don't think I alone would be able to convince a bare sub-fraction of the superstitious population of earth. I do think though, that if we are to truly move on effectively, we've got to break the chains of superstition and base instincts where we fear death to an unbelievable degree. However, if I know anyone who is close to me that sees Jesus on a potato chip, or on the beach obviously etched by humans, I'll put them in a “better” home; the fucking looney bin!

Bearman out,
realistically speaking