God Sucks
This is obviously a statement to get your attention. But here it goes.
I think that if God exists, then he sucks. I can just hear my mom having a heart attack.
Why?
Why doesn’t God just show up?
It would seem to me, that if God really wanted us to love Him, then he’d show up every once in a while. It seems that every Judeo-Christian has about a million excuses or “nets” stopping this from being an issue. “If He did that, then we wouldn’t really love Him.” If that’s true, then maybe if I father some children, I just shouldn’t show up until they are in their 40s. When they ask where I’ve been, I’ll just say that I wanted to see if they knew I loved them from a distance. What the hell is that?
You know what? That’s a shitty dad. A dad who doesn’t come in times of need, that’s a shitty frigg’n dad. In fact, maybe we should call Him the Deadbeat Dad of the Universe.
Netting
Everyone has a million excuses for God’s deadbeat behavior, but they are just netting. Those reasons are not solid reasons in themselves… but when you string that reason between how you were raised and what you know, you can draw a tenuous line.
You see, our brains store memories. Not just memories, but Ideas. Any thought pattern or belief or memory or anything…. they are going to be defined as “mems”. Our brains are basically processers hooked up to our own mems. From how we know how to make bread, to how we believe physics work, to our religion.
I believe that our brain has defense mechanisms for mems. This is what is called stubbornness when it comes to physical actions. But in religion this is called “believing”.
I have suffered many years of my brain doing this and watch it happen. I could be fully conscious of how wrong an idea was, but still believe in it.
Sadistic
Ok, so if we say God is real… and in fact, not just God… let’s throw in all of Christianity. Heck, even those who believe in healing and shit.
- The bible is true.
- The bible says being gay is bad.
- I am gay, and not by choice. (Do we need to go over this one?)
- I am bad.
I spent many nights crying alone asking God to make me “good”…. but He ignored me. God must be pretty sadistic. He makes me gay, then makes being gay bad, thus making me inherently bad (not fixed by believing) and so badda bing…. sadism. Torturing someone for fun.
Finally
I am so terribly ashamed of what I wrote here. Not because its embarassing material, but because it is so shabbily presented.
Also, please don’t be offended. I use hyperbole in only making a point. By trying to break some mores. Challenge you people out there in Kaaru’s world. Challenging me at the same time. God very well may exist, but I do think that we can’t know. And that believing is just comforting ourselves.