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Where Is Your God Now?

A Blog by Baskin Monkey

Throughout the history of civilization there has always been a desire to explain away all of the unknown qualities of the universe.  Primitive people assigned these unknowns a set of mystical qualities and called it magic.  Sometimes they even made things happen with their tentative and hesitant forays into understanding the way of the world that they lived in.  Still it was attributed to magic but these “spells” and “rituals” were just as scientific as anything else.  A repeatable recipe for a desired effect; wow.

When Humanity decided to get its shit together, literally and get civilized it became quickly apparent that someone was going to have to be in charge.  What better way to convince a bunch of barely sentient monkeys to do what you say than by creating an even bigger and far more frightening supernatural benefactor/tormentor who has “given” you the authority to run the society.

The first cultures were all polytheistic.  This was because it was easier to define the world by giving every natural and societal phenomenon a name, a face, and a set of prayers and sacrifices.  The promises of a euphoric afterlife made the peasants content with their (poor) lot in life and made everyone in these societies do what they were supposed to do. 

Conflicts almost always ended with a new set of gods taking over the previous set of gods and no one really cared.  When the religions were loosely defined the temples could say and more importantly charge whatever they wanted for the blessings of these supernatural, enormous, but invisible (tee hee) deities.

Eventually the god of Abraham, Yahweh made the scene but, only for the tribes of Israel.  There Creation story was a stolen myth directly usurped from China and eventually told the story of Cain and his brother Abel.

Apparently the population only had to be four before people started killing each other but more than that and here’s the important bit, Cain smashed his brother’s head with a rock and was banished from the Garden of Eden (Where Yahweh created all mankind) and set to wander forever in the Land of Nod (Where there were no other people).  Cain took a wife in the land of Nod (But wait… didn’t my made up God have all of the people in the Garden?) and he built a city (So there must have been a LOT of people outside of the garden.)  and named it after his son, Enoch.  (I was ten years old when I found this hole in the infallible bible.)

That story, no lie, is in your bible and you accept it as the literal truth.  I didn’t take it out of context there it is.

People still didn’t care about Yahweh yet; he was only imaginary friend of the Jewish people.  In fact, even when one “enlightened” Hebrew decided to share his “new school” God of peace and love it wasn’t until the Roman Empire spread the religion of peace and love through centuries of violent and bloody conflict that anyone started to love Yahweh (by force) at all.

When The Roman Catholic Church outlasted the civilization that it had nursed from it ensured that Christianity didn’t change its tune and continued the violence and torture and execution of MILLIONS of people, because Jesus loves them.

So, while science has yet to expose ALL religions for the collections of mish mashed fairy tales that they are, all of the FACTS show that IF your external GOD does exist he doesn’t care about you or his creation or he is powerless to save it, not a being worth worshipping if you ask me.

I do him justice by saying he isn’t real.

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I got this email from the youtube user devoid of feelings, the one who loves serial killers.  I tried t be nice but I am tired of it now so here you go.  If you send me a private email I reserve all right to make it public and make an ass out of you if I so desire.  Have a niceay.

(My additions are BOLDED)

Ok, i must say that at this point i cannot record a video in response to yours, so i will resort to writing as always. This means I am going to have to sit through a longwinded response. I’m gonna try to be as mature about this as possible. Wow…I’m sorry.  First off, you made me sound like a seriously disturbed 15 year old in the midst of a terrible identity crisis, someone “confused in great need of a someone to talk to”.  I meant every word and I’m sure as hell not going to take it back.   I really am not confused at all.  If you have to say it, it is a lie. Maybe i was back in highschool when i became seriously interested in the human mind, but as time went by and i further studied these things, i pretty much understood what i was getting myself into.  A lost cause crusade that shows absolutely no signs of ever resolving itself.  In reality, i’m a pretty outgoing person that does a lot of the stuff that everyone does, i have a lot of friends, many of which i don’t burden with my so called “morbid interest for the killer mind”.  Erk… It’s something which i chose to study on my own, in response to an internal urge of mine which i’ve had since i can remember myself.  A compulsion. To clarify this, i’m gonna tell you a little story.  Oh boy.

When i was a kid (about 3 years of age), my mom used to tell me bedtime stories. And there is this story in Romanian (im not sure if it exists in english) about this goat that had three lambs.   Kids, Goat babies are called kids. So the basic idea is that this goat explains to her lambs that they should lock down all doors and windows while she is away and not open the door to anyone because there is a big bad wolf out in the forrest that wants to kill them and eat them. (don’t laugh yet!)  Too late.  And they should only open the door when they hear their mother singing a specific song to them. All fine and dandy.  Kay… But the wolf overheard their conversation and used a trick to get inside the house.  He sang mother’s song to them, immitating her voice and the silly little innocent lambs opened the door to the wolf. You can imagine what followed. Bloodshead, gore, he killed the lambs, ate them and stuck their heads on sticks and planted them in the windows (creepy, i know, but it really is a kids story in romania).  Like a rocking death metal song.   When my mother was telling me these things, i had absolutely no reaction whatsoever.  Kind of like a serial killer, doesn’t feel anything for the lambs.  Retribution quickly came, when the mother returned and saw what happened she decided to trick the wolf in her turn and set the wrong things right.  Like any good mother should.   She dug a hole in the ground and set a fire in it and the wolf fell inside and was burning to death during which time the mother goat delivered a speech about how justice was done.  Fucking A.   At this point something would happen to me, i would start crying and yelling, defending the wolf’s life, demanding that he lives, i didnt care how, change the story, make him live, and make im good!  Umm… he WASN’T good. My mother would get scared and attempted to explain to me the reason behind the causality crime-and-punishment, and the purpose of reinstating order through the implementation of justice. But i did not care, i wanted the story changed, the wolf good. (i had the same reaction in the case of cinderella’s mother, if you can imagine). I can.

Only when i got older did i understand the meaning of my so very basic impulses at that time, to side with the archetypal bad, evil character.  You’re a twisted fuck. I simply cannot freely accept the existence of an absolute, unbeatable, irrational and amoral EVIL. Yeah, twisted. To me, as long as there are reprovable actions, there are justifications and manners of redeeming, provided that he who has done wrong wants to be redeemed. Gacy’s last words were “Kiss my ass.” Therefore, i figured that there is no such thing as an ultimate, unequivocal moral code, but rather a “stylized” moral code which is universal to all people, at a certain moment in their civilization, but not at an infinite, cosmic scale. (i hope i didnt completely stupefy you with this).  So, killing people isn’t wrong in your cosmic scale? Also i must be the only person in the world who actually cried at the end of the movie Alien. I should have been glad for the triumph of the human civilization over the alien conquerors, but i cried exactly because i didnt perceive the alien as the bad guy, but simply as a creature trying to survive.  And the people were also just trying to survive. I found it just as good of a reason as that of humanity: the right to life. You are beyond hypocritical at this point, it’s kind of sickening.  Its like saying that in a soccer game between the team of your country and the team of another country in which your team wins, instead of being happy for your win, you are weeping for the others’ loss!  It isn’t like that at all, not even close.  I don;t know if this is being overtly altruistic or simply its a matter of profound and sincere empathy for the one which is in agony, distress. But the victims weren’t??? This doesnt explain why i didnt feel for the lambs.  You’re a twisted fuck.  Maybe because they are the icon of naivity, innocence and infancy they so easily gained, they are fragile and stupidly serene in their simplicity – qualities which allowed them to become perfect victims – as opposed to the complexe machinations of the predator’s mind (the wolf in this case being the archetype of the one eaten by obscure, blamable thoughts and desires, forever torn inside bewteen opposing forces), have rendred me reactionless to their suffering. Yeah that’s it…  More like the wolf is hungry so he eats, not much suffering involved.  Im not saying that i am comparing people that fall victims to killers to these lambs,  But I am, but that i was more attracted to the distraught mind of the killer, rather than to any other type.  He was only distraught when he was on fire.  Bottom line, i’ve always been attracted the idea of internal suffering from conflicting emotions, and exactly the fact that there’s an internal struggle in these people shows that there is part of them which has a notion of goodness, which can indeed be good, provided that they are ever able to bring it the the surface.  You want to make men out of monsters.  otherwise they would be simple evil-intended, malevolent creatures from hell, and at full peace with themselves. Most of them are, you are just to twisted and sad to see it. but they are not. Wow.

This musta been the longest email i’ve ever written. This musta been the longest email I’ve ever read. But you stroke a chord of mine,   I’ll bet I do. because really this is something of my very essence to be empathic and sympathetic, maybe partly because i nurture the idea that there is possible salvation for even the worst of us, maybe cause i partly put myself in their shoes try to see thought their mind, etc. They are Hungry, they eat. i really don’t know how to better explain this. I do. It’s simply a trait of mine to never reject anything and to always envision myself in that position and possibly vindicate. Why don’t you give a fuck about the suffering of the people that these fucking creatures victimize?  I understand your rightful hate, and there is no reason as to why you should just agree with me cause i feel so. Good, because I don’t. You are indeed entitled to your opinion and you can support it and argument it the best way you can, but so am I. And you failed. And to return to the beginning of this whole disagreement, it by no means makes me intellectually incapacitated, or a degenerate of society, or any other such lovely names i’ve been called by the variuos “virtuosos” that replied to your video.  I can’t say that you didn’t deserve it.

Take care of yourself and your family,  I will.
Antonia (age twenty, Romania ) )  I don’t believe you’re a girl for a minute.

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