God Hates Us Vol.2.

            the Suffering paradox.

Why does God allow suffering?

Depending on who you ask, you may receive the question just asked repackaged and distributed–lined with hand-me down traditional beliefs and wrapped with theological rhetoric on faith and obedience. Which is truly laughable, seeing how a supposedly “historical document” is considered heresy if the word of God is tampered with in anyway.  But I’ll save that topic for another day.

Disease, War, Poverty, and the fear of death have plagued the third rock from the sun, since the dawn of civilization. Which predates the questions: why does God allow suffering?

To put it mildly, happiness is supposed to be the “end-all be-all” end game in life. It’s like everyone is trying to find the hidden binary code, for complete satisfaction.

See, the problem is not in the pursuit of happiness; it’s in the coveted  notion “we were designed to always be happy”.

Make no mistake, God and I are not on equal terms–at all. In all due respects; Fuck-em–That guy. But in his defense, suffering is a necessary evil for discovering ones bliss. Temporary defeat becomes the lantern, hovering over the shoulder for the tourist stuck on the side of the; waving his cellphone in hand back and forth. Trying to get a decent signal.

        “It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.”

Tyler Durden  Fight Club

We are not meant to happy (at least not all the time). I truly believe it’s one of his mass deceptions: if your not happy then it’s your fault or you are sinning. And my personal favorite: your fleshly desires outmatches the vessel that God gave to you, in order for his holy spirit to flow freely.

Without struggle, there’s no prize. The most gut-wrenching and awful experiences leads to unwavering gratitude, gratitude that shouldn’t be negated less the puzzled remains unfinished.  Yet, we shy away from it, pushing uncomfortable situations aside while under the belief ” the path of the least resistance”. Those uncomfortable situations are character builders, without them, we’re just walking mannequins waiting for the sales associate put this months winter wear on us, for window display.

And you know worst thing about thing about all this; I mean, the most elaborate prank God has played on us: He got every mouth-breather on the plant to believe nice people live happier lives–bullshit. All this has done, along with the P.C. police,( politically correct) is create an entire continent of artificial passive-aggressive Mr. Rogers.

Plus, people are not nice for nice sake, they are nice because of the reward for being nice. But, when people realized the reward wasn’t coming; God created a fall-guy to take the blame.(the devil)

      “Let me give you a little inside information about God. God likes to watch. He’s a prankster. Think about it. He gives man instincts. He gives you this extraordinary gift, and then what does He do. I swear for His own amusement, his own private, cosmic gag reel, He sets the rules in opposition. It’s the good of all time. Look but don’t touch. Touch, but don’t taste. Taste, don’t swallow. Ahaha. And while you’re jumpin’ from one foot to the next, what is he doing? He’s laughin His sick, fuckin’ ass off! He’s a tight-ass! He’s a SADIST! He’s an absentee landlord! Worship that? NEVER!”

Al Pacino “John Milton” The Devil’s Advocate.

 

                                                                                                         To Be Continued…

 

 

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God Hates Us All.

First and foremost, This post is in no way condemning anyone’s belief system, if what you believe in works for you and you are completely satisfied with results, then by all means: keep reading and may we will share a coffee one day.

In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth and some-odd millions years later: he is still shitting on us. Now, I’m not an Atheist. The only thing more ridiculous than all-seeing, all-knowing benevolent-being, watching everything that you do; in charge of  all happens, both chronological or the reprecussions of events. Is the thought that when my earth-bound subscription to “love-heartbreak-captivity and death is cancelled. My reincarnated body shall return as a  Weeping willow.

            Objectifying sin.

You. And by you, I mean: people. Operate within the living-quarters of sin, daily–it is the on-going pop-quiz that never seems to end, not to mention, the damn thing came with a very short lesson plan. Yet, that doesn’t stop the divine authority from spreading repent/redemption propaganda through the platinum-encrusted megaphone.(paid for by the men and women who actually give 10% of their earnings to the collection basket) Taking weekend vacations to Panama City and Cape Code; 2-3 times out the year; terrorizing the interstate with “Dora the Explorer” singalongs–echoing from the souped-up  Chevrolet Avalanche.

Vessels of faith and devotion in front of a crowd, heretics and hypnotist in practice. Millennial guidance counselors for the morally bankrupt, of the present day youth. They promise “free will” and “free speech” unfortunately, neither truly exist. We are so in love with the idea of things, we inadvertently romanticize the idea planted in us, to point where, we often forget what “free will” and “free speech” looks like. Not in this country, not in a country that trolls anyone for speaking out against injustice–especially, when the police are involved. Not in a country that wonders why rape-culture is epidemic, right now; this country was founded on the raping, the genocide, and the complete ethnic cleansing of indigenous people. Not in a country that thinks omitting the second amendment will somehow make the shootings stop.

Here we are, at the cornerstone of the century and people still God will swoop down on angel-wings and save us. But, I don’t see why anyone would intervene, at this point. I mean, after all the wars, the chemical/germ warfare, the raping; the relocating; the on-going war on terror and propaganda behind it; the indoctrination for the investment in the religions of: money, politics and industrialism. After all that, all those sins; does God still have your back–has he really taken the wheel while your texting your friend about margarita night–swerving on the freeway. Is he truly with you after second…third…now fourth abortion this year, after your “her-choice” life coach sent his approval. Has God turned a blind eye to all the late nights working you told your wife, of 17 years, was for a better future, but you have secretly been sneaking off to see the guy that bartends at Ruby Tuesday. Blind ignorance and Hypocrisy will the death of us all.

If there is, indeed, a God; he loves to watch. A I don’t mean in a Morgan Freeman kind of way, either.(Bruce Almighty)

          Man Shit

God, at best, is our heavenly man-child of a father, who loves admiration and unsupervised worship; that guy. And his extremely exclusive fan-club.

More than the love of his fans, is the false sense of security he provides. Empty promises and exaggerated truths. “Ask and ye shall receive,” believe, and all your sins will be forgiven. Meanwhile, the actress working at Denny’s is still waiting for her prescription hemroid creme commercial  call-back. If what ye ask for is not in thy design, ye will take what thy giveth and be grateful.

But what God really loves: is pushing for the illusion that we are all stars in our own little “Truman Show.

I can not deny the truth  and the principles behind most religions however, the message usually translates in a members only deal.

Somehow, God is indiscriminate, except with it comes to location.  Hindu, if you are born in India, Buddhist if you are born in China or Japan; Muslim, if you are born in Islam, Christian fundamentalist, if Texas is the center of your universe.

             Checkered Past.

195 countries, and God has almost a whopping 72 aliases; with a nation surrounded by the new-found concern on mental health, this whole time our heavenly father, in fact, suffers from schizophrenia. Everyone loves a redemption story, I guess; but, I think he should get the benefit of the doubt: God is really a spy and Jesus was/is his sleeper agent.

Persona after persona; engraved images after engraved images. It is like God is reinventing himself over and over and over; and over, again. In a way, He symbolizes the early European invaders of this country, trespassing on preconceive beliefs–establishing himself as the religious authority and poof; two-thirds of the history, outside of Christianity, completely buried underneath esoteric folklore, Satanic practices and pagan/druid mythology.

 

                                     To Be Continued……