Evangelicals

There isn't a fetish around as messed up as Christianity. People who need to suffer to feel good about themselves. People who need sacrifice and the killing of sons in order to justify their motives. Do they celebrate the life of a man called Jesus? Or do they give it lip service in order to wallow in the joy of his dying for them. No one wears a jar of water, or wine. There is no symbol for healing. There is a fish for feeding, but did they choose this as the top symbol?

No they did not. They picked the cross. Had it been later they might all have little guillotines around their necks, or nooses, or tiny electric chairs. It is the dying and suffering they get off on.

Every sect rewrites the bible in their own image, but across the board they denigrate this creature they call god by giving it human failings like jealousy and wrath and retribution. "I am a jealous god."

It is a concoction of every myth that preceded it, culled down and reduced to one narcissistic jumble of meaness. People killing each other, judging each other, denying each other simple kindness in the name of a creature they made up of all their worst attributes.

And then, after all the suffering and pain, misery and meanness, right after the orgasm, the face of Jesus appears and they collapse in ecstatic satiety because now they know they are loved.

I believe in a much more powerful force than this mean spirited, thinly veiled attempt to control the world and the creature they worship by prayer, or Christian spells. I do not believe in great buildings, or prejudiced, judging, imperfect idols. I do not believe that politics has anything to do with creation, only destruction. I am suspect of many self professed Christians.

It just all seems a bit too self serving.

I am angry.