lunes, octubre 22, 2007

Why Have You Forsaken Me?

This seems to be a question that all religious believers ask, when life fucks up beyond belief. It also happens when people lose a partner or one of their family. My point is, why pose the question to an entity that does not exist? That's just plain fucking stupid.

Occassionally, people question why I don't believe in god. Mmm - that'll be on account of the fact that no 'all-seeing, omnipotent' being could not oversee such misery as exists in this world without sending a few thunderbolts up peoples arses or turning them into hedgehogs or something. What's the point of being a god if you can't do clever stuff like saying 'Shazam - size of a slug'?.

"But it's a test of our faith" whinge the pathetic mother-fuckers that believe in this shit.

Well, it might test your faith, all it does for me is to confirm my belief that there is no god. Even if there was one, he'd be a wanker for putting so many people through such misery.

*Tip from Goth World*

Pretend to be like a 'boy-scout' and always be prepared. Have a small penknife ready to stab any intruding god in the calf and say something clever like "All seeing? Didn't see that coming did you omni-present fucker?!" and then laugh as god hobbles around going "ow, that fucking hurt".

Anyhow, the point is not to ask god "Why have you forsaken me?" - just ask the bastard what he was doing when the shit hit the fan. I bet the tosser comes up with some excuse about trying to fix the fjords in Norway or something.

You may have a better idea why he/she/it was busy???

19 comentarios:

Daphne Wayne-Bough dijo...

For someone who doesn't believe in God you don't half go on about him/her/it a lot. I mean, I don't believe in fairies, but I don't keep banging on about them. Eric Clapton believes in God, he told Larry King yesterday on CNN. If he wants to, let him. Live and let live, man. It don't worry me one way or the other. I'm more concerned about when Belgium's going to get round to Sunday shopping.

Anónimo dijo...

The fjords? Hmm... that reminds me of the bit from Hitch-hiker's about the Babel Fish and the whole "proof denies faith" argument.

I am an atheist, always have been. If the love of the lord jesus (I refuse to capitalize) is filling them with joy, why are the born-agains so bleeding miserable?

Daphne: As soon as the god-botherers leave me alone, I'll stop telling them why they're wrong. I believe in "do as you would be done by" but the buggers don't let it rest. As soon as they find out you're an atheist, you're a target.

Oh, and old Slowhand's mind can't possibly be clear after all the weapons-grade pharmaceuticals he's had!

Wow - almost went into a rant then, and it's not even my blog.

SpanishGoth dijo...

Oh Daphne (repeat 3 times as I can't be arsed to type it) - you know I must believe in god as otherwise I couldn't be the antichrist. At least I don't bang on about blokes in shorts all the time

Tom -> re: Clappers - previously I would have twatted him as soon as I saw him, but I also saw the Larry King interview and Eric was brutally frank about his addictions and how he fucked up his life. For that, I have to give him credit - doesn't mean I'm going to run out and buy all the Cream albums though....

SpanishGoth dijo...

AND, Eric always had a shit hairdo (s'pose that sort of thing happens when you're only half a bee)

Anónimo dijo...

Cyril Connoly?

Daphne Wayne-Bough dijo...

What's that foul-mouthed Scotchman got to do with it?

Both of you - what's with this delusion that you're persecuted by religious nuts? Given that you spend most of your spare time in the pub, I find that highly unlikely. Perhaps you fantasize about being chased up the transept by nympho nuns? Or locked in the vestry with Mary Magdalen, like our friend Shayler.

Anónimo dijo...

Not pursued, Daphne - just annoyed. You have no idea how many people want to save my mortal soul. I have no objection to people being christian (muslim, bah'ai, hindu, pastafarian) per se, but they all seem to think I'm worth saving. It's very sweet, really it is, but I think I'll be OK.

I'm going to go into hospital one day and have the big, invisible nutter magnet surgically removed.

Unknown dijo...

YAHOO! Well said Goth! The 'believers' are strangely misguided for supposedly intelligent, rational adults. I really cannot see how such blatant fiction (rubbish at that) can be believed!

Anónimo dijo...

"La spiritualité authentique est une affaire de sensations plus que de croyances"

Dieu inspirais crainte et respect (mais le respect s'enseigne t-il réellement par la crainte ?)
La notion de Dieu, imprégnée de la loi du plus fort qui régnait très fortement à l'époque des cro-magnons, fit naturellement rentrer en scène des dieux puissants et dominateurs.
"La religion serait la névrose obsessionnelle universelle de l'humanité"

Heu ! Et l'homme créa Dieu à son image...

Anónimo dijo...

Oups! forgiveness;-)

" Genuine spirituality is an affair of feelings more than beliefs "

God inspires fear and respect (but respect is taught t-il indeed by fear?)
The notion of God, impregnated with the law of the strongest which reigned very hard at the time of cro - let us get a move on, made of course come back in stage of the powerful and domineering Gods.
" Religion would be the universal obsessional neurosis of the humanity "

Bah! And the man created God in her picture...

SpanishGoth dijo...

Tom -> LOL

Daphne -> you really should get out more

Tom -> "nutter magnet" ??? FUCK - that's what was going wrong

JG -> Wait until you read my version of The Laws of Manu (you think the bible's fucked up???)

Dip-Dop -> god impregnated what? You must be one of the Watchers (Genesis II)

Soup Waiter dijo...

Poor people believe in God because it gives them hope, you can't take that away. People who aren't poor do it becuase they don't understand sex, it's the same types who want to have wars all the time. They're just confused and probably a bit dim.

SpanishGoth dijo...

JJ -> Ah, so it's casteing religion?!

(that's why the fuckers in the bible were all fishermen)

Daphne Wayne-Bough dijo...

Perhaps it's because I don't get out much that I don't get bothered by religious nuts and thus have this completely crazy world view that the streets are NOT heaving with tub-thumping evangelicals and the raving god squad. Leave me to my happy delusions, the truth would probably kill me.

Who was it who said: "Le vingtieme siecle sera religieux ou il ne sera pas" and what did it mean? Dip Dop may have an explanation.

Anónimo dijo...

According to the Interwebs, it was a French bloke called André Malraux, a writer and statesman. As for what it means (or rather, what he meant by it), I have no idea.

Dip-dop: un peu d'aide?

Anónimo dijo...

Not to harm The author of the mentioned quotations and especially not divert sense, I leave you care to translate!

Félicitation ,Daphne !
Bravo, Tom Joad !
Ecrivain et aventurier ;
1933, lutte contre le fascisme et le nazisme avec les républicains espagnols ou il monte l'escadrille "España"
Ministre de la Culture de 1959 à 1969.
« Ce que j’ai fait, aucun animal ne l’aurait fait »
« Nous avons refusé ce que voulait en nous la bête, et nous voulons retrouver l’homme partout où nous avons trouvé ce qui l’écrase. »
Cette dernière Citation explique Son état d'esprit !
le goût des formules." Malraux répétait volontiers, par exemple, une autre formule qui va un peu dans le même sens : "A quoi bon aller sur la lune si c'est pour s'y suicider."

"En fait, Malraux n'a jamais dit : «le XXIe siècle sera religieux ou ne sera pas» mais «le grand problème du XXIe siècle sera celui des religions» et encore, dernière phrase de son ouvrage «L'homme précaire...» : «...nous
souviendrons-nous que les éléments spirituels capitaux ont récusé toute prévision...»

Anónimo dijo...

Oh dear, you are a very naughty person SG. God really loves you you know. He does all sorts of wonderful things for people, even if you don't believe in him.

Look what he did for John G. Crushed him with a huge fucking tree nearly unto death in the prime of his life. Caused my son to die a wonderfully painful death with cancer when he was 28. I mean, you can't get more fucking loving than that can you?

So sinner, repent, fall onto your knees and pray that god will shove a thunderbolt up your arse for Christmas.

Anónimo dijo...

I say crucify some fucking sense into these Born Again Fucking Arseoles who come knocking on my door early on Sunday mornings at the crack of dawn (11.30am) to get me out of bed to convert me to their idiotic religions. Just as I'm coming to the boil with some lucious bird I picked up at the pub the night before! Wankers!

SpanishGoth dijo...

Daphne -> they have door-to-door salesmen though - Jehovah knows about them

Tom -> You looked it up? shame on you

Dip-Dop -> merci mon ami

Revd Keith -> he'll have to bypass the christmas tree I'll be sitting on - keeping the xmas spirit up etc

Anon -> good speech - the wankers are only disturbing you as they're jealous. They hide behind the bushes waiting you know....