7 August
2014
0744 hrs
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(c) Properfessor
Good
Morning, Patient Reader
Forgive me my tardiness in getting
started on today’s blog . . . I had some
homework to do; a poem I had to write for Human Sexuality. It is due in a couple of hours, but I had
been ruminating, thinking, not chewing,
over it for a couple of days now, and
simply had to get it typed and submitted.
Yay, me.
So I see that the Iraqi Muslims are
going after Iraqi christians over there in what is called the Nineveh
Valley. If you recall your Old Testament,
Patient Reader, Nineveh was known in ancient times as the largest city in the
world and part of the Assyrian Empire.
Parts of Nineveh date back to 5000 BCE, which is a long-ass time ago
. . . I don’t care who you are . . .
Several cities in Assyria were thriving by the time 2500 BCE rolled around, and this is in the region known as
the Fertile Crescent; the Cradle of Civilization. Pretty fucking awesome, from an historical
aspect.
The code of Hammurabi came from this
region (ca. 1800 BCE).
Tiglath Pileser, who established the
Second Assyrian Empire, hailed from the region. He is named in the biblical books 2 Kings and
1 Chronicles. He is almost certainly Pul, who is also mentioned in the bible,
ruling from 745 to 727 BCE, when, upon his death, Shalmaneser IV took over the
reins of the reign.
Assyria was conquered by several
other civilizations, including the Medes, Scythians, and Babylonians. The Persians suppressed an uprising, and
castrated over 400 members of Assyrian Royalty.
Ouch.
My point is, we are a species hell-bent on destruction.
So, am I making my point?
The best way
to wholly conquer another civilization is the Scorched Earth Policy, which
includes obliterating their culture and history. Destroying their art, their historical records,
stelae, etc. It is what we DO. It is how we ARE. It is sad and unfortunate, but this happened
as recently as the looting of the museums in Baghdad during Bush War II and is
happening now, to this day.
Remember
back in the 2001, Patient Reader, when the Taliban destroyed the giant Buddha
statues in Afghanistan?
They survived
tank and anti-aircraft ordnance only to be destroyed by drilled holes filled
with dynamite. The same tactics used in
the nineteenth century to build American railroads. Ain’t technology great?
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So now Xians are fleeing in droves
trying to escape the persecution of those who believe in the very same god as themselves.
Thanks to religion, we will never see my
Dream of a Star-Trek society.
OK, so some of that was BSG . . .
As long as we believe in a vengeful god
assigning his own divine borders to land that has been here for a billion years
before the sad evolution of we “advanced” primates, we will go on killing in
His name and just keep fucking over the world, and the possibility of our
advancement as a society.
So let’s just keep on killing each other,
I mean, why the fuck not? Eventually we
will run out of Others and start on Ourselves, and hopefully we can rid this
fragile and beautiful planet of the Terrible Us. What a wonderful day that will be. We will finally save the planet from slow
death and allow her to heal from our wounding of her. We can save the planet only if we destroy
ourselves . . . how fitting.
A few years back, I overheard two
xians arguing. One of them is of Native
American descent, while the other was bred of European Protestant stock. The White Guy was saying that we can strip
the world of all its resources and do so freely and catastrophically, because
according to the bible, god himself is the only one who can destroy the
earth. Awesome, but true, it does say
that in the bible.
This outraged the Native American,
as he came from a people that conserved resources and used every part of
everything they killed. White Guy
advocated strip mining for everything from coal to precious stones. Funny thing is, the discussion began with the
both of them trying to convince me that the atheistic humanism to which I
subscribe is rife with sin and fault and unreasonable thinking. When
the 1500 denominations of you xians get your stories straight, I told them,
THEN you can come to me and try preaching
again.
Another xian, after months of trying to
persuade me to attend just one meeting with him, caught me in a weary moment
and I agreed to got the following Sunday.
God,
he said to me, told me to bring you
to this meeting in particular . . .
Hmm.
I was intrigued. He is a member
of a church that is non-denominational in nature, inviting sermons from all
kinds of folks from all walks of life, that is, as long as the believe in the
Old Bearded Man in the Sky Who (rarely) Grants Wishes. Fuck, I need to come up with a shorter name
for this Magician. Hey!
So I go to this service, and it starts out pretty hum-drum. OK, the
Russian Boys’ Choir was a nice touch, I mean, who doesn’t like mellow chorale music, even if it was xian
music?
It’s not like I speak Russian,
anyway.
They could have been doing their
own rendition of War Pigs, for all I know.
“Satan, laughing, Spreads His
Wings . . . oh Lord, yeah!”
Then suddenly there was this dude
that looked like he came from the local mission. At first I thought he was getting up to wave
his arms in praise of the Son of Man.
That he was rising from his seat to be healed, braise cheeses, or raise
jebus, or whatever the fuck. Imagine my
surprise when it turned out that he was the one who was to lead the worship on
this day.
Now, I am no judge.
It was not his appearance that surprised
me. It was simply the fact that he was unwashed
and unkempt and wore rags and what-not.
Atypical of the modern xian image, but very typical of the christ. I was even more intrigued at this point.
Then came the Hallelujahs, for which I don’t really care. That and the Amens that tend to permeate these proceedings. They were soon to follow. Then I could see that Preacher was trying to
rile everyone into this religious sort of frenzy,
whipping them into a
froth. It was beginning to work on them,
the Sheeple.
It became intolerable when he started to do the whole faith-healing bit.
Yeah, the whole deal where he pushes on the forehead of the afflicted with
the flat of his palm and said sufferer falls backwards into the arms of the
zealots, praising and witnessing and nauseating.
The only thing missing was the appearance of
the rattlesnakes. Vibora!
At this point, my xian friend made
eye contact with me, and I could read the apology on his face. Later he said to me, I am going to ask the lord why he wanted me to bring you to this
particular service. My friend knew
that the worst type of worship service he could have brought me to was this
one. He knew that I was not enfolded into the flock. He knew that I had moved many more miles away
from his god after I left that chapel, which was pretty much in the middle of
the service. I mean, there is only so
much bullshit to which one can be exposed before the smell overpowers,
right? I had truly reached my
limit. I mean, c’mon.
I came to find out that after I left
(for my friend thought it would be rude if he were to leave before the service
ended), there was a segment in which Speaking
in Tongues reared its ugly head.
Imagine the din, nay, the cacophony,
of English and Russian-speakers devolving into the whole babbling bit. Jesus Fucking Harold Christ on a Rubber
Fucking Crutch.
How is it we devolve into these
beings, with this type of thought? That
we speak of a god of mercy and of infinite light and love and brotherhood, when
we just turn around and shoot our neighbors in the face after we rape his wife
and daughters?
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How the fuck does that
make sense to you? I don’t mean YOU, Patient Reader. Of
course you are not subject to the crazed Mob-Mentality that afflicts the
Neo-Fascist Zealot or Fox News Watcher.
Go Glenn Beck!
Oh yeah . . . he did go . . . Imagine how fucked up you are if even Fox
News thinks you’re just too fucking out there!
Again, Jesus Fucking Harold Christ on a Rubber Fucking Crutch.
So all of the Middle East (still, I mean,
it’s only been 10 millennia) is ripping itself apart and here is greedy
corporate America hawking the landscape for weaknesses, ready to stride upon
the battlefield after the dust settles, temporarily of course, and bayonet the
wounded.
As Mason Verger said, “When the
rabbit screams the fox comes a-running . . . but not to help . . .”
All of that conflict keeps oil prices low. It keeps the xians here at
home afraid of the Muslims, because fear keeps us all in check. It keeps Texas in guns and god and killing
gays. Read the bible, you fucking
FAG! Right, christians? You fucking pieces of shit. Except for you xians of the CFFer/Patient
Reader variety, of course. You are the
moderates who love and are not hypocrites and who believe in helping mankind in
your own moderate way. Blessed are the
meek, for they shall inherent the earth.
Are there any out there who agree with me? A few?
Splendid!
So I leave you all to your day. I wish you peace and understanding. Compassion, for yourselves to receive and
give freely. I hope for enlightenment
for us all, even though I know it won’t happen.
I will work on enlightenment for myself first, at least to the point
where I can be the Bodhisattva of Wisdom, or that of Compassion. I wish for all of us, every one of us on the
planet, to heal from our wounds, and to lose the ability to inflict new ones on
ourselves and on others. Let’s go,
people. Let’s get it right. Let’s fix IT.
We can do it. We should do it. We have
to do it.
We
won’t do it.
So,
always I remain,
The
Cunning Fennec Fox
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