Towering Inferno of Christ

pray for me

I was forced to share the same space with a person today who kept telling me I needed to pray to Jesus to help me over come my bitter attitude and general sense of loathing.

I don't care for most things and this is apparently apparent when I speak or interact with anyone or anything not in my room at home.

At first I put up with the stupid remarks about how I should make wishes to a mythical Jew purported to have a pretty lame set of magical powers because the woman spewing forth this word vomit wasn't intentionally retarded but most likely born with a genetic mutation which made her incapable of producing or ingesting whichever proteins are necessary to generate common sense or the ability to think for yourself but as the night wore on my patience, what little exists in the first place, ran out and I decided to make an obligatory attempt to chip away at this woman's steely tower of religious impregnability with the dull point of reason and it's equally inept twin, logic.

First I explained to her the pathology behind a messiah complex and that in times of economic or social hardship there isn't a society or time period in recorded history that hasn't had it's fair share of nut jobs who wish to oppose the mainstream by subverting societal norms and espousing selfish and fanatical hyperbole in order to amass a following large enough to satisfy their bloated sagging ego's.

Then I explained that from a factual and historical stand point Jesus Christ did not exist and that based on what little historical evidence still exists the historic Jesus Christ was little more than the equivalent to a modern day super hero compiled by a group of financially and socially repressed individuals unhappy with what they perceived as the then Judaic monopoly on nearly every facet of life. Even the name Jesus is little more than an amalgam of Greek and Hebrew transliteration essentially meaning Joshua while Christ is not, point in fact, a proper name but rather a title roughly translated into English as "anointed one." 

Finally I explained it was perfectly natural for her, or anyone else, to want to believe in an omnipotent and loving Anointed Joshua in order to give the obvious and inescapable expression of chaos and horrifying randomness inherent in life a little more structure and by extension give herself the false, but deeply ingrained, belief that she is in more control of more things than she actually is. It also relieves a lot of people who are too stupid to know better but smart enough to know they're too stupid from having to puzzle over the really complicated concepts most people are confronted with when they leave the safety and comfort of their home. After all if an omniscient loving god can tell a person what to think about certain tricky things a person doesn't have to do it themselves thus allowing them to escape the blame they might feel if they discover later on their god was just as stupid and ignorant as the people who made him up. 

All this I said in a calm and rational manner pausing to explain what certain words meant and to answer several rather insightful questions.

When I was done this person looked at me with a great deal of pity and more sadness than I've ever seen on anyone's face and then told me she was going to pray to her magical Jewish Anointed Joshua for the salvation of my eternal immortal soul.

*sigh*