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It’s My Party And I’ll Die If I Want To

Posted in Deep Thoughts, Rants with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 21, 2011 by dissectingthefetalpig

Christmas is the celebration of the Christian savior Jesus Christ’s birthday.  It is supposed to be a time of joy and celebration of the new savior and king of humanity.  To me, Jesus is a spoiled brat or total rich kid.  I mean he’s the son of God.  God being some omnipotent being that supposedly created man.  Now, before you everyone starts getting their panties in a bunch, let me explain.

Jesus was born unto a poor carpenter, Joseph and a very young virgin named Mary in a stable due to there being some occupancy issues at the inn.  Three Kings showed up and gave him presents of gold, frankincense and myrrh.  I don’t know what the stock market rates for these things were back then, but gold is gold and it has always been valuable.  I don’t know anyone who had random strangers give them gold for being born, let alone aromatic resins that are good for lowering glucose, better digestion and healthy skin.  Later in life he worked with his step-dad as a carpenter and, as most scholars will agree, was a Rabbi.  The legend is that he did all this neat shit with bread and wine, became king of the jews, died in a horrific manner for the sake of atonement, rose from the dead and went to heaven.

Now that we have the basics covered, lets get into how he was a spoiled brat:

His dad is technically the head honcho.  I’ve never heard of god having a boss or someone above him.  If this were Middle-Eastern polytheism, I would bring up that there was a god eater (his name was Unas, by the way); but this is not the case.  So, Junior is like the second in command.

The whole world celebrates this guy’s birthday in some way shape or form.  Sure, a lot of it is for the wrong reasons, but whatever.  I cannot say that for anyone, including Elvis or Don Magic Juan.

Jesus likes to play off this shit about him dying for atonement.  He died so that the sins of man could be cleansed and we could all be forgiven.  But he didn’t really die, his ass came back for Easter and he probably mooned the Roman’s on his way to Heaven.  It was all a scam as far as I am concerned.  The only other scam that comes close to this is what the banks and global corporations are doing to the world now, and that is with a huge margin in-between.  Let’s face it, if god were a working class sort of guy, old J.C. would still be rotting in a box. My dad never bailed me out of a jam.  I had to figure it out myself.

This whole turning water into wine sounds a lot like some rich kid buying a round for the entire bar.  Who the fuck do you know that rolls like that?  Then he feeds the five thousand and bangs a whore.  That’s some serious clout going on.  Some would say he was ” straight up ballin’ “

He was also “The King of The Jews”. Need I say anymore?

So why do we celebrate this day?  Who are we really honoring?  Do we even really honor ourselves?  It seems to me like it has always been one big marketing scam either financially or religiously.

Gift giving with sentiment is a dying art form.  Honestly, I’d rather receive a random gift on a Tuesday than on a date mandated by some archaic hotshot in the sky.  The story of Jesus reads like an episode of the Maury Povich Show to me. “You are not the father, Joseph.  Your thirteen year old bride, according to this test, was knocked up by a strange deity in the sky.  This could also be the work of George Lucas and his midichlorians, but again, you are not the father!”

Everyday should be Christmas, for the same reasons I think everyday should be Halloween.  Be yourself, enjoy life and if you are going to show appreciation and affection; do it on your terms as you feel you should.  Putting nativity scenes and running up your electricity bills isn’t going to get you into heaven any faster.  Let’s keep it real in the new year and do things right way, with sincerity.

 

Happy Easter, Asshole

Posted in Deep Thoughts with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 23, 2011 by dissectingthefetalpig

Easter approaches rapidly as I type this.  It is the day of Resurrection of the Christian savior Jesus Christ and marks the end of Lent.  In this period we are to observe Christ’s sacrifice.  He gave his life so that the many would prosper.  He was made martyr in order to atone for man’s sin and salvation.  Families are supposed to gather and take time to show their love for each other and think of how to be better.

Sounds lovely, but that isn’t what happens.

What usually happens is that more than half of the world will congregate at some family member’s house and gorge themselves on chocolate and ham.  Bitterness and insults will slyly pass through the air as the wine flows.  Eggs will be deviled or painted for later consumption.  A sports game of some sort will be watched, provided your food coma and alcohol level allow it.

Then there are the folks who do go to church.  I’d like to say that maybe 10%  of these good folk will actually go in faith, and fill their hearts with God’s love and grace.  May the choir’s song ring bliss into their ears.  However, the rest of them use church as a warm up to show off attire such as the infamous Easter Hat.  Gossip and nods of approval to whatever the pastor says and all of it hollow and petty.  If I were to die for mankind I’d be awfully pissed at what is going on.  And if my old man was the big guy upstairs…..?  You bet I would whine and beg for everything below to perish immediately in the most unpleasant way possible.

But let us forget about all of that.

Today as I type this it is the day before Easter.  This day should be a holiday.  It is the day man went without a savior.  We had no God or savior to speak of and we lived.  We carried on and we were no better or worse than the days that came before and after.  To me this is like figuring out where the magician’s string is.  Or perhaps, today is like the day I finished The New York Time’s Sunday crossword puzzle on the day it came out without any help.

Today was the day man should have realized they were living.  That on this day they were the ones in charge of their destiny and that man was self empowered.  But we don’t do that at all.  We spend the day before Easter preparing our clothes for church.  We mentally prepare ourselves to do the things we’d rather not do on the forthcoming day.  We slave away in kitchens to feed our gluttonous families.  But, man never praises itself.

Happy Easter, Assholes.

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Peter…. I can see your house from here

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