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Showing posts with label atheist. Show all posts
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Friday, March 26, 2010

F*ck It Friday... Religion is a Pill you must Swallow without Chewing


“Faith means not wanting to know what is true.” - Friedrich Nietzsche

However much I’d like to believe in a higher power, to be oblivious to the realities of the world must be rather easy living, I can’t help but fail to comprehend the dim-witted agenda of such an outrageous concept. Religion tends to advocate notions of happiness and peace, claiming a believer is far happier than a skeptic. Ummm…What!? To say a skeptic is less content with their life than a believer is no more to the point than the fact that a drug addict is happier than someone who is sober; the happiness of gullibility is a cheap, spent piece of used jet trash that is utterly dangerous. You get what I’m sayin?

For “F*ck It Friday” I decided to showcase an author/journalist who is the star of the league of new Atheist writers. Seen as the bad boy of modern Atheism, Christopher Hitchens regularly stumbles into literary conventions unshaven, a lit cigarette hanging provocatively out the side of his mouth and a glass of scotch in his hand. However unconventional his appearance and demeanor may appear he is a brilliant, and civilized, writer. Hitchens will always casually say whats on his mind without pausing for a thought and embellishes his claims with sonnets of Shakespeare... see, Atheists can be romantic too.
His most noted work, God is Not Great: How Religion Poisons everything, claims the days have long past when major religions were selling, successfully, their bogus beliefs. Ultimately those were the days when there was nothing better to offer other than the tranquility of an afterlife; a crude and ridiculous explanation of the world was far better than no explanation at all.

Interesting isn’t it? Perhaps it is time we recognize religion does three distinct things: indoctrinates, controls, and most importantly, divides people. By creating a fictitious figure (Gawwwd…) that has the manners and morals of a spoiled child is rather dangerous. Is it not enough to look at the world in its pure beauty without having to credit the picturesque image to a benevolent being, or that there are little angels beneath the ground that are watching our every move to determine whether we will be going to burn in the pits of hell or not?! As far as I am concerned, the world has suffered far less from ignorance then the pretentious notions of believers. It is not skeptics but ideologues who threat civility and progress. No atheists ever burned anyone at the stake or tortured those who oppose their views. I believe the bible to be nothing but a fairytale book of rules and laws that indoctrinate the naive which in turn has helped create war, hatred, oppression, discrimination and judgment.

Friday, March 19, 2010

F*ck It Friday... It's Got to be a Chocolate Jesus


Yummm… you know if the lord was made of chocolate I’d probably be religious. Actually I take that back, there are bigger, and more substantial, issues I have with Christianity rather than the fact that their savior lacks a delicious coating of sweet candy. For “F*ck It Friday” I came across a rather popular piece of work that was showcased at The Laby Gallery in Manhattan in 2007. Cosimo Cavallaro created a 6-foot replica of Jesus Christ hanging from the cross titled “My Sweet Lord”, made of chocolate. The piece was revealed during Easter and stirred up a lot of controversy in the brief 2 day showing. Art Director Matt Somler took down the piece and resigned immediately after feeling tremendous pressure from religious communities.

I am not seeing the big deal here? It’s a Chocolate Jesus, where’s the controversy in that? Cavallaro didn’t through a tutu and paint a swastika symbol on the guy’s forehead or anything? This type of pious suppression is exactly the issue our contemporary world is facing in regards to religious tolerance. Look, I’d like to think I am an agnostic atheist; I don’t believe there is any sort of deity that dictates my life, however, I also don’t believe there is any conclusive argument that proves there is not a god. I am not trying to bash Christianity, well yes I am actually. I suppose I have just grown tired of religious jack asses infiltrating every aspect of our social and political culture in order to ease their insecurities, after all, they have been doing it since the beginning of time. Tom Waits wrote a lovely song about a chocolate Jesus and sums up my conception on the whole matter:

"When the weather gets rough
And it's whiskey in the shade
It's best to wrap your savior
Up in cellophane
He flows like the big muddy
But that's ok
Pour him over ice cream
For a nice parfait."

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

The Peril of Virtue

Hope is the one
Who fools us all.
The wake of an inferno;
it engulfs our trembling
lungs like a seething furnace
who burns its coal
in a fury of kindling.

It sprays fumes of purple haze
And spews a stream of flame
From a flamed vent
Far too heavy to conquer.
Cobalt ashes and a singing blaze
Silence the sound of reason,
Flogging our delirium.

A desolate sanctuary
For screeching lambs
Misguided into a wasted league,
Aloft the desperation of fate,
Are propelled into a wrath
Of void and spellbound red.

This fathomless beast becomes
our slumber and our exile.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

The Proverbs of Religious Bigotry- Part I: An Atheist’s Confession

I want to believe
in a power beyond my own.
In trust, in faith - to be naïve;
my heart no longer harbor in stone.
Can I be freed by those who trail,
misspoken words of no avail,
from a God who’s presence is so cold?

A dire time eats my will.
Disparity seals my heart that I’m
finding refuge in his petty shrill.
My voice; no more words
than scriptures laced with lines that blur.
Spoken truth I do prefer
then be amongst rows of statues,
extremely lonely.

Pity enables the foolish kind,
saluting a welcomed anguish.
A guide who tames the deaf and blind
with a fallacious love he bestows.
My tired self has drowned,
in convenience that I have found,
to burn my eyes with such a sound
as piercing as gospels sang by the partisan of Satan.