On Muslims~
Sunday, 27. April 2008
Today I saw an article on Muslims and the Middle East, and all this Jihad crap everyone goes on and on about, and seems to have been going on about, at length, for some time now. To be honest, I can’t think back and remember a time without hearing that there was some form of shit (usually religion based) going on in the Middle East. I span several decades, mind you. Think aobut hat for a second. That’s a long grudge. It doesn’t start after nearly thirty years, this bullshit they have against each other apparently goes back hundreds, maybe even a thousand years. Everyone’s mutually fracked off about each other, and for what? God? their Church?
It’s time I stepped up on my Soapbox.
As I understand it, to be Muslim is to have a Charge, a Commission. “Go out and find those that are not Muslim. If they are not Muslim, get them to become Muslim. If they refuse, kill them.” Well, in extremist cases. But we’re talking about those extremists, right? Let’s direct our attention to this faith.
I believe, that to some extent, religion is a comfortable blanket that you wrap yourself in before going to bed in an eternal grave. It’s like breeding: a bulwark against mortality. People are afraid to die. We want to know what will happen to us after we die.
Hold the fucking phone right the fuck there.
If Religion is supposed to be a comfortable thing, something to soothe our fears, something that helps us come to terms with our short lives and even shorter ambitions, calms and comforts us against some of the frustratingly obtuse and aggrivating things this mudball of a planet has to offer us, Shouldn’t it also keep us from wanting to kill each other and stir the hive? Instead of kicking over anthills, shouldn’t religion be a personal experience? It should be something that brings you peace in the long watches of the night; Something that makes you feel more at ease standing in the line at the grocery store; or something that helps you sleep in a long trans-atlantic flight.
Those radical followers of a defunct and malignant religion, they’re not happy. They’re not at peace. They’re not comfortable. These people, for whatever reason, are fucked in the head. You want my opinion? There you have it. If you have to be a prick and be unnecessarily violent because your God(s) told you so, I say that you’re a fucking fanatic and whatever it is that you believe in, it’s not anything that’ll bring you or anyone else peace.
I think every major religious trunk out there has been responsible for a variety of atrocities, violence, and theocratic hate against those it determines to be “heathen”, and I think that again, violence spawned from religious intent defuncts and destroys any religious credibility. In other words, it’s all bullshit. (:D)
I’m not here to tell you what you should believe. I’m not going to beat you down because you’re Christian, Jewish, Muslim, or fucking Revival in the Holy Field with Mother Mary jerking off the Sacred Donkey in Tijuana. What I am going to do is I’m going to tell you that if you really believe, if you really have faith in (whatever), you’re not gonna be a prick about it. You’re not going to feel compelled to beat me down for the sake of something that is essentially a valium against death. You’re going to die. Deal with it.
My faith? My beliefs? I have faith that we will inevitably evolve beyond the need for comfort foods, comfort religions, comfort blankets and comfort zones. I believe that we all will evolve beyond archaic fear-based ideologies and will explore the human condition and achieve our next level in thought and expression. I believe that as long as there is science and art, mathematics, poetry and music, Philosophy and sculpture, discussion and passion, logic, reason and constructive emotive expression, there will be fucking progress.
Nestor: Hanging out in Tijuana watching Holy Mary and the Divine Donkey~