Sunday, 10 January 2010

To offend the pious.


The 'net is full of nuts. It is almost like a divine spider-squirrel is gathering them up all and putting them there for the winter to come.


The Theist side is full of morons trying to convert and defend their faith. There are also those that pour out awful rhetoric in such a defense. The Atheist side is no better. It is full of kids breaking free from the traditions of their parents, shut-ins, and youtube worshippers. They tend to modernism and I will come back to that question soon.

I suppose this post will grow with time.

So to the Theists:

1. Why claim your favourite book has all the answers in the world? Which chapter/surah answers forty seven times eighty three?

2. I came across this in I, Claudius. So I will give it credit for this answer to Jesus' importance: Christianity started off as just one of the many MANY cults. Few survive. Thousands of prophets are forgotten by this world to keep alive the memory of one. And why was he different?

Because he died and it was very poetic.

3. There is no such thing as a good Christian or a good Muslim or a good what-have-you. To say a person does good only because he believes in God and fears the punishment of God if he be otherwise is reducing that person to a mindless husk who can know only fear and no love other than self-love.
How easy is it to admit the good Christian and to reject the Christian who scans verses from the bible to justify the slavery of women and inferior "races"? Very.
Christians have never been particularly forgiving. There are reports of mass-cannibalism by Christian armies during the first crusade. Do the acts of a few good men who happened to be Christians outweigh the deeds of the hundreds of thousands who have raped the planet for the sake of and in the name of their God?

4. I sometimes wish I were Jesus and not Nikhil. Nikhil can only make terribly salty and very nearly unpotable water out of wine.

5. Let's not kid ourselves into believing there is a heaven. Christ didn't make it because he committed suicide. What chance have mere mortals?
If there is, there must be only one very smug occupant. Fuck Him and fuck His apparent smugness.
Maybe Hell and Heaven do exist. Maybe they're on Venus and Mars respectively. Maybe we should preemptively carpet-nuke both them planets thereby cluster-fucking God, Satan, and all their little miscellaneous minions.

And to the Atheists:

1. Religion and Faith isn't all that is wrong with the world. Children get indoctrinated in a great many number of things. It helps their development to trust their elders. To doubt everything their elders say could mean death or ostracization. Blind nationalism is just as big a threat in those terms and perhaps a much much greater one when we look at the tolls of 9/11 (6,000) and the Iraqi Invasion by the US (600,000).

2. You forget how reasonable it is to imagine there is a deceitful God and one that does not care for us. For whom the activities of the moss on a very small pebble can matter only very very little.

3. Those that quote from sections of the Old Testament like Deuteronomy or Leviticus to show what a terrible thing it is that the Bible will make the gullible do must realize most theists believe most of the bible was written by people interpreting the will of God (and for some part to further their own purposes). These then cannot be used to judge the religion as a whole. Men are fallible. This is acceptable to all faiths.

4. For most theists, an acceptance of the belief that God exists is exactly that. An acceptance that is not unlike resignation. "Surrender your will to God" is exactly what they do. They are just tired. We unconscionably accept the certainty of our deaths though we have certainly not died before to the best of our memory. It is a similar resignation.

Please note the use of quantifiers here.

Also, I bring this up.

Why do we smoke?
Peer Pressure?

Why do we believe?
Peer Pressure?

Why do we get married and have kids and pay our taxes and have little parties and make lots of nice friends?
Peer Pressure?

Why do we live then?

Peer Pressure?

I certainly do not find myself talking much with the dead.

6 comments:

Jeremiah Nim said...

You, my sir, are an idiot!

Nikhil said...

That is more creative than "anonymous." But you do realize that I have this super secret spy stuff that lets me know who is posting. Now, I cannot say what exact part of any given post-2001 computer is actually a hidden bug with a/v capabilities but let us assume for the sake of conjecture that such a bug exists and that I follow your every move because i have no other purpose.

conjecture can be fun, no?
anyway, it is interesting you are compelled to show your respect for me even while mock-insulting me.

anyhoo, if this was actually someone from York U who is unfortunate enough to be called "Jeremiah Nim," then to you I say this: "piss off." and also this: "fag."

Anonymous said...

It is indeed amusing to see how you keep assuming every common or uncommon name is actually me. What can I say, I like introducing people I work/study with to perfect examples of an absurd waste of net space. The names or comments they wish to write are not under my control at all.. but I have met people with worse names than Jeremiah Nim. Regarding respect, there is none coming from me, so I'll have to disappoint you there.. among the many other things. But your blog is a constant source of amusement indeed. And when I'm in low spirits it cheers me up a bit knowing there are more pathetic souls out there. And yes I'll stick to "anonymous". My name is hardly fit to share the space with your future Nobel winning writing.

Nikhil said...

Oh okay. I reply now. I know you have been going "Oh fuck! Will he fucking reply already?" Making you wait was delicious. Delicious like bacon. Veggie bacon though and not regular bacon delicious. Only regular bacon can be regular bacon delicious. Anyway, I tire of you trying to sell me on a second-shooter theory every time this issue comes up. It is not the assassination of J-Fucking-K. It is just a silly comment made by a girl who, among other things, wouldn't want me to forget her. It is an unfounded fear I assure her.

Anyway, I'm getting new glasses because rimless glasses make me look too successful and makes other people expect great things from me--mostly more change than usual. Summer is here and the bums have multiplied overnight.

If only all bums were like these two: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lnusc9Rlx6w

Anonymous said...

thats a first- me being afraid you'll forget me. trust me.. i have no fears of the kind.. i have enough confidence in my charms to know that will never happen.
regarding what you consider a "second-shooter theory", i guess you'll be convinced when another comment- obvious from the language that its not written by me- shows up. i don't need to cover up anything. n since you get so much pleasure out of tracking my blog visits and assuming i'm still desperately trying to maintain a hold over you, i'll stop checking up on you. i admit, i used to get some kinda sadistic pleasure out of trying to rile you, but since you're too thick skinned to be riled by me (or maybe i'm just not good at it), there it ends.
i hope the rimmed glasses give you some respite from all the expectations. popularity and success can be a heavy burden to bear. so long.

Nikhil said...

Every time you talk like this and wax puerile, I'm reminded of Shakespeare's sonnet no. 130. I wish I could have it in mind every time I meet women or think of you.


My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

I had planned not to comment here anymore or to brood over you but then I dreamt of you again last night.