What Fucking Sins

Kool Aid

How did it happen?
How did the life of a great revolutionary who championed the poor, preached empathy, caring and forgiveness, who ransacked the money lenders in the temple,
how did his life come to represent sacrifice and death?

Why, rather than celebrate his life and his teachings as an inspiration to fight and defeat those who oppress us, do we thank him for dying for our sins?

What sins? 

What fucking sins?

Why is this revolutionary not an inspiration of liberation,
but a symbol of resignation and defeat,

a deification of oppression?

Why, instead of strapping his cross on our pitchforks and pikes do we wear it around our necks and fall to our knees?

The poor and the oppressed of all nations and races worship him as a humiliated and murdered one of their own.
They sing in joy that if the only son of God can be oppressed, tortured and murdered as they are oppressed, tortured and murdered,
then in their subjugation and torture and murder,
they are one with the son of God.
What horse shit.

This has got to be the biggest scam any religion, any government, any overlord has ever dreamed of.

And it has gone on for millennia.

The survivors of the First Nations genocide in the new world fall to their knees.

The descendents of slaves fall to their knees.

The poor and the hungry and the powerless of the world have drunk the kool aid of this heinous scheme and fall to their knees,

century after century.

What would this decent and caring man who committed his life to the betterment of his fellow men have thought as he twisted on the cross in agony praying for the centurion to end his suffering with a spear,
what would he have thought if he knew that his life, his legacy would be transformed into an acceptance by the people he fought for,
of everything he fought against?
And that the symbol of his struggle was not his empty tomb opened to the heavens,
not his peaceful smile,
not his welcoming arms and open hands,
but the image of his dead body
hanging on a despicable instrument of torture,

hanging around his people's necks,

as they hang their heads,
and fall to their knees?

The much anticipated treatise on the origins of Christianity from the renowned historical scholar, Buck has arrived.

There Are Negotiations Being Made

Once upon a time, 

Magic Sky Grampa came down to earth and diddled a virgin,

who bore him a hippie,

who along with twelve other hippies wandered the country,

preaching peace and love,

until the government tortured him to death, 

whereupon the twelve surviving hippies formed an anti-government organization in his name,

that offered the world a deal it couldn’t refuse,

a piece of what they call peace,

a kind of love that they call love,

of who and only who they say,

in the way and the only way they say,

a worship of and obedience to,

Magic Sky Grampa and his hippie son,

that involves seven foot drag queens,

implicit cannibalism,

and initiation badges representing the instrument of torture,

the hippie was nailed to,

nails he hung from in agony,

before being entombed,

then rising like a zombie after your brains,

to a place they call heaven, 

a heaven that,

if you are a good little zombie,

who lives a brainless life,

you just might end up in,

a heaven where you won't burn in agony for eternity,

a heaven where you can park your ass on a cloud 

and play a harp

for eternity.   

Blood is a big expense.

 

The Definition Of Hell

Hell is not the burning of our bodies for eternity.

Hell is the burning of our minds.

Damnation is the ability of our minds to ask

why

and not being able to answer.

Ignorance is peace and 

ignorance

is what the majority of religion is based on.

Faith demands unquestioning acceptance of 

someone else's answers, 

and not having to ask why.

Heaven is the ignorance of a closed mind

Hell is the awareness of the beauty of the world

STORM

                                                        

                                                          STORM

When Mother Earth heard her children crying out,
As she was crying out,
She sent a great storm to wash away the poisonous devils who were killing them,
And killing her.
This storm billowed out of her sacred corners that had always been there for her people.
But her people could no longer see them,
Because they had been led astray,
And they had lost their way.
So the storm descended and cut through the people of Mother Earth like a scythe.
And when the people of Mother Earth saw themselves dying as they tried to save each other,
When they were drowning in the tears of their agony,
When their livelihoods were gone,
When there was no roof over their heads,
When there was no food in their stomachs,
When they saw their loved ones dying alone,
When they knew they would die alone,
Their eyes began to open.
They began to see the parasites around them,
On them,
Sucking the life out of them,
And of Mother Earth,
Sitting on their gilded thrones seemingly immune to the storm,
Stealing from the poor,
The hungry,
The homeless,
The dying.
And the people of Mother Earth rose up.
They rose up as they have always risen,
And they plucked the parasites from their bodies,
And the body of Mother Earth.
And when they crushed them in their fingers,
So easily in their fingers,
Mother Earth smiled,
And the storm was lifted.

ENOUGH!

                                      ENOUGH!

     Under international law, assassinating another country’s leader, civilian or military is an act of war. Without any discussion, without any warning, we are now at war with a country of eighty million people with a very substantial military and an even more ominous cyber warfare capability. When the Obama administration opened that Pandora’s Box by attacking Iran’s uranium enrichment reactors with the stuxnet virus in 2011, Iran retaliated by briefly shutting down several American banks and hacking into the controls of a dam in New York. The attack was brief. Iran essentially turned out the lights and turned them on again – a warning.  They are perfectly capable of shutting them off and leaving them off.

     The current Administration has assassinated Iran’s top general. Iran has informed us that if we retaliate against their retaliation, they will destroy Israel. If Israel sees a wave of missiles coming, it will nuke Iran.

     And that, Ladies and Gentlemen will be the beginning of the end.

     The only way to stop this madness of endless war once and for all is to come together, all of us of all political persuasions. Talk to your friends. Talk to your neighbors. Talk to strangers and get out into the streets because when you’re standing in a crowd of ten thousand, fifty thousand and everyone shouts at the top of their lungs ENOUGH!, you’re going feel a surge of power run through you like you never felt in your life. And you’re going shout with them. You’re going shout at the top of your lungs ENOUGH! And you’re going to know that nothing can stop us from taking our world back while we still have one to take back.