I rant on easter sunday.
My sister is watching some TV televangelist do his song and dance, and all the folks who've made him rich for it. All these folks who believe, absolutely believe the ridiculous things he claims. All the folks who believe the things in some old book, not even a well written or consistent one.
I feel sad fro these people, who put their faith in god to make their lives better. Likely, they shall die with this belief. Likely, they shall die, waiting for god to keep his promise to them to make their lives better, never having realized all they needed to make themselves better was themselves. I am sad for people who believe such obvious fallacy so wholeheartedly.
And also, I cannot shake the awful thought that these people, without meeting me, or knowing me and what I am capable of, hate. They would not say as much, but for the irrational labeling of people as bad or evil I have no other name than hate. They hate me, because I would love anyone, because I don't see the need to have a preference based on something as silly as gender. And their god as well.
This makes me all quite melancholy. But I pretend, out of good grace to my family, and not being ready to tell them my true thoughts. I don't believe in the sky bully, haven't since I was seven. Rational thought won't let me.
I needed to vent somewhere, and if not on my journal, where?
I feel sad fro these people, who put their faith in god to make their lives better. Likely, they shall die with this belief. Likely, they shall die, waiting for god to keep his promise to them to make their lives better, never having realized all they needed to make themselves better was themselves. I am sad for people who believe such obvious fallacy so wholeheartedly.
And also, I cannot shake the awful thought that these people, without meeting me, or knowing me and what I am capable of, hate. They would not say as much, but for the irrational labeling of people as bad or evil I have no other name than hate. They hate me, because I would love anyone, because I don't see the need to have a preference based on something as silly as gender. And their god as well.
This makes me all quite melancholy. But I pretend, out of good grace to my family, and not being ready to tell them my true thoughts. I don't believe in the sky bully, haven't since I was seven. Rational thought won't let me.
I needed to vent somewhere, and if not on my journal, where?