As flies to wanton boys are gods to us
Yeah, “Don’t expect much!” So fuck you and your expectations.
Anyway, Mr. Midgetyaz and I have been talking about religion a lot lately. Secretly, I think he’s amazed I believe in God. You do, too? Yeah, well fuck you! I believe in God! My God! And I like Him! My God is pretty cool. He’s not like those other gods that those angry people have. My God laughs at those gods. Yeah, that’s right, there are other gods. I don’t begrudge people to believe in whatever god they want. You may not worship My God. I think you’re stupid, but whatever. My God thinks you’re stupid, too, but he still loves you. See, My God still loves you! Even if you are a dumbass!
My God likes knock knock jokes. It’s awesome! Dude, My God has a sense of humor! Does yours? What about those angry people? Do you think their gods have a sense of humor? If they do, it seems to be a pretty cruel sense of humor. To tell those angry people that they should look down on other people and be mean to them? And to let them think that it all somehow makes them better people? C’mon! That’s just wrong! My God thinks you should constantly tell the people the good you see in them. Yes! If you see someone walking down the street, and you like their shoes, you should tell them! “Wow! Those are great shoes!” Now, don’t stop them or make them tell you where they got them, because it’s kind of rude to stop someone and start asking them all kinds of questions. Of course, be prepared to have them stop and tell you about the shoes. Or about themselves. Sometimes people just want to talk. And My God likes it when people talk. Have you ever noticed that people who don’t talk to other people always look kind of sick or not quite right? My God made it not good for you. Yep, My God decided that he would remind people when it’s time to go be with people. We’re all good. Inherently. Good people. All of us.
Okay, so we do bad stuff. It’s free will. “But God has a plan!” Maybe your god does! Okay, mine has one, too, but She lets you choose the path. Yes, you can take any number of turns any which way. It’s still the same path! You’re kind of helping make it. Each moment is planned out, but it might not be your moment. Maybe if you had made a different turn, it could have been your moment, but you didn’t. You decided to get up one morning instead of hitting the snooze. You made a decision and your moment changed. Now think of how many moments there are. Every individual moment! And how many people. Now think of a god that could do that! That’s right. My God!
Mr. Midgetyaz doesn’t believe in My God. He believes in His God. That’s fine. His God was the energy that started it all. The Big Bang and evolution and change. Everything has its own energy, and all of that energy is His God. I blame the Catholicism for such a distant god. I mean, really…. Energy? His God is not very hands on, if he’s (yeah, you get to choose your own gender. Mr. Midgetyaz went with male) still really around at all. This is what Mr. Midgetyaz believes in. I think it’s sad and lonely, but it works for him, so whatever. Of course, Mr. Midgetyaz is a pretty upbeat and happy person, so he draws more from himself than any outside god. Maybe my own weaknesses lead me to need a more touchy -feely god. Well, fine. My God is there for me. Deal!
Mr. Midgetyaz and I have a game we play. We pit Our Gods against each other. I usually win.
People who don’t believe in a god - you know, the atheists - tend to bother me the most of any group. Okay, you don’t have a god. So? You believe in your own system? Fine. You don’t need a god? Whatever. My God doesn’t need you, either! He’s got me! But guess what? He still loves you! He made all this wonderful stuff for you, too. I tell Her She shouldn’t bother, but She just gives it to you anyway. So, My God is fine with you not believing in Him. I’m fine with you not believing in Him. But why must you pound into my head that She can’t exist? Why? Science? Dude! He invented Science! He knows basic Chemisty! She totally would have aced Organic! He knows everything (that’s usually how I win the God v. God games)! There’s so much more for us to learn! But She knows it all! So, shut up! How, you ask? It’s My Fucking GOD!
There is nothing wrong with Faith. Anyone who tells you there is is a fucking asshole. It’s like Hope. One phrase that bothers me more than anything is False Hope. There is no such thing. You have Hope or you don’t. It’s true if it exists. It’s Hope! Same with Faith. It’s a feeling. And it’s a good feeling. Why would you want to kill off a good feeling. Something that allows you to feel connected to everyone and everything! Atheists are like people telling you that Happiness isn’t real. It is if you feel it! So, fuck you, atheists! I hate you most!
Nietzsche once said "Which is it, is man one of God's blunders or is God one of man's?" Well, okay, I don’t think I’m a blunder, and even with overwhelming evidence to the contrary, I don’t think the human race is either. But the idea stands. If man is made in God’s image, he must be like us… each of us. So, it only makes sense that we create the version we worship. She created us, so He made us with the ability to see Her the way He wants us to see Her (like that sentence?). So, the way you see Your God is the way Your God is. It’s perfectly logical.
The priest at my parents’ church once gave a homily that stated, “You are a treasure of immeasurable worth… because God doesn’t make shit!” And neither should we.
Anyway, Mr. Midgetyaz and I have been talking about religion a lot lately. Secretly, I think he’s amazed I believe in God. You do, too? Yeah, well fuck you! I believe in God! My God! And I like Him! My God is pretty cool. He’s not like those other gods that those angry people have. My God laughs at those gods. Yeah, that’s right, there are other gods. I don’t begrudge people to believe in whatever god they want. You may not worship My God. I think you’re stupid, but whatever. My God thinks you’re stupid, too, but he still loves you. See, My God still loves you! Even if you are a dumbass!
My God likes knock knock jokes. It’s awesome! Dude, My God has a sense of humor! Does yours? What about those angry people? Do you think their gods have a sense of humor? If they do, it seems to be a pretty cruel sense of humor. To tell those angry people that they should look down on other people and be mean to them? And to let them think that it all somehow makes them better people? C’mon! That’s just wrong! My God thinks you should constantly tell the people the good you see in them. Yes! If you see someone walking down the street, and you like their shoes, you should tell them! “Wow! Those are great shoes!” Now, don’t stop them or make them tell you where they got them, because it’s kind of rude to stop someone and start asking them all kinds of questions. Of course, be prepared to have them stop and tell you about the shoes. Or about themselves. Sometimes people just want to talk. And My God likes it when people talk. Have you ever noticed that people who don’t talk to other people always look kind of sick or not quite right? My God made it not good for you. Yep, My God decided that he would remind people when it’s time to go be with people. We’re all good. Inherently. Good people. All of us.
Okay, so we do bad stuff. It’s free will. “But God has a plan!” Maybe your god does! Okay, mine has one, too, but She lets you choose the path. Yes, you can take any number of turns any which way. It’s still the same path! You’re kind of helping make it. Each moment is planned out, but it might not be your moment. Maybe if you had made a different turn, it could have been your moment, but you didn’t. You decided to get up one morning instead of hitting the snooze. You made a decision and your moment changed. Now think of how many moments there are. Every individual moment! And how many people. Now think of a god that could do that! That’s right. My God!
Mr. Midgetyaz doesn’t believe in My God. He believes in His God. That’s fine. His God was the energy that started it all. The Big Bang and evolution and change. Everything has its own energy, and all of that energy is His God. I blame the Catholicism for such a distant god. I mean, really…. Energy? His God is not very hands on, if he’s (yeah, you get to choose your own gender. Mr. Midgetyaz went with male) still really around at all. This is what Mr. Midgetyaz believes in. I think it’s sad and lonely, but it works for him, so whatever. Of course, Mr. Midgetyaz is a pretty upbeat and happy person, so he draws more from himself than any outside god. Maybe my own weaknesses lead me to need a more touchy -feely god. Well, fine. My God is there for me. Deal!
Mr. Midgetyaz and I have a game we play. We pit Our Gods against each other. I usually win.
People who don’t believe in a god - you know, the atheists - tend to bother me the most of any group. Okay, you don’t have a god. So? You believe in your own system? Fine. You don’t need a god? Whatever. My God doesn’t need you, either! He’s got me! But guess what? He still loves you! He made all this wonderful stuff for you, too. I tell Her She shouldn’t bother, but She just gives it to you anyway. So, My God is fine with you not believing in Him. I’m fine with you not believing in Him. But why must you pound into my head that She can’t exist? Why? Science? Dude! He invented Science! He knows basic Chemisty! She totally would have aced Organic! He knows everything (that’s usually how I win the God v. God games)! There’s so much more for us to learn! But She knows it all! So, shut up! How, you ask? It’s My Fucking GOD!
There is nothing wrong with Faith. Anyone who tells you there is is a fucking asshole. It’s like Hope. One phrase that bothers me more than anything is False Hope. There is no such thing. You have Hope or you don’t. It’s true if it exists. It’s Hope! Same with Faith. It’s a feeling. And it’s a good feeling. Why would you want to kill off a good feeling. Something that allows you to feel connected to everyone and everything! Atheists are like people telling you that Happiness isn’t real. It is if you feel it! So, fuck you, atheists! I hate you most!
Nietzsche once said "Which is it, is man one of God's blunders or is God one of man's?" Well, okay, I don’t think I’m a blunder, and even with overwhelming evidence to the contrary, I don’t think the human race is either. But the idea stands. If man is made in God’s image, he must be like us… each of us. So, it only makes sense that we create the version we worship. She created us, so He made us with the ability to see Her the way He wants us to see Her (like that sentence?). So, the way you see Your God is the way Your God is. It’s perfectly logical.
The priest at my parents’ church once gave a homily that stated, “You are a treasure of immeasurable worth… because God doesn’t make shit!” And neither should we.