Fuck organized religion.
Well, it's time. With a little help from my new yet very dear friends, I have crawled from the abyssal depths of a patheticly depressed existence, and with a little help from St. Andrew's Presbyterian Church, I am adequately hateful enough to return to my charge as an asshole in text.
So I had to go see my mother's choir sing today. I was expecting to see her choir.
Turns out, they were thanking the Church that had let them practice there every Monday night by being their choir for the services that day.
Luckily, I only had to sit through the later service, or there might be a few dead presbyterians right now...
So I open the program and skim through the schedule to see how long I have to suffer through the pains of someone preaching beliefs I don't believe in, and at the bottom of it is the Budget Summary. I felt the familiar twitch in my eye, and the growing urge to strangle someone, and that's usually a sign of bullshit.
Seriously now, I can understand needing the funds to keep the Church building up and running and to purchase the necessary equipment and furniture when it opens, and to buy things needed for communion.
But does that really cost a million bucks a year? I shit you not, the budget summary for the year totalled near a million dollars. And their projected needed costs? Well, they didn't meet their expectations.
HOW CAN YOU NEED THAT MUCH MONEY?
If you're just here to preach the word of God and bring people together to worship, WHY SO MUCH DAMN EXPENSES? Hell, it's a sin to be lavish in your spending, and yet the so-called holy institution of Church is just a-spending. If you're gonna preach something, it'd be a good idea to PRACTICE IT, JACKASSES.
So then this preacher gets up there for his sermon, "All For One and One For All" (Don't even get me started). Basically, the gist of the sermon is that the Church community should own you. Everything else comes second. Your church is priority number one. Donate all you can, even if you're starving and homeless, show up to Church every Sunday, regardless of circumstances, and above all, support the Church and the people in it, particularly the ones in charge.
The guy even used homework as an example. The scenario was this little kid hadn't done her homework, and it was Sunday, and he said (I fucking quote) "Yeah, she should've done her homework, and maybe she should fail." Hey, asshole, I can worship on my own as you so specifically pointed out in your last sermon on Solitude in Prayer, which you pounded into our heads before going off on this Sunday's tangent. (Let me give you a tip. If I wasn't here last Sunday, I SHOULDN'T KNOW WHAT THE SERMON WAS.) Now I should fail just so I can show up and give you a little bit more power?
This is what pisses me off about organized religion. The whole system is made to give the people that run it more power by manipulating people's faiths. They need a million bucks to run the Church. They don't even need a million bucks. They just want it. Because they're fucking humans, and humans naturally sin.
It's especially sickening because I really value faith, all humanity set aside. I think if there was actually something worth putting faith into, it would be a really great thing. Unfortunately, there's not. Instead there's a bunch of bullshit religions that do nothing more than gather power and incite segregation.
Oh, man, I totally can't even make that subject funny. And I tried.
So let's talk about something I can.
The Village!
So I went to the Village yesterday and was promptly reminded why I hate it there.
Specifically, as soon as I got out of my van, three people gave me nasty looks from their big expensive cars, and then I walked past this fat, ugly bitch with enough black and red makeup to embarass a Montrose drag-queen hooker, big pink knee-highs that totally clashed with the rest of her technicolor disaster of an outfit, and she looked at me with my knappy dreads, plain ass cammies, and plain concert T-shirt, and sneered. SHE sneered at ME.
Like I'm the one who's odd? Ooo, shitlocks. He must be a loser. Fuck you, you plastic rebel, you're the one shopping in the fucking Village, where everything is tailor-made to what a bunch of adolescents say is hip.
(Hip... I'd like to take a moment and say the plays were fabulous, and not in a gay way.)
And... now the nyquil is kicking in. So, rather than continue, I'll close on this note:
Luxury SUVs. Does anyone else see a problem there?
Now to join the unconcious.
~Dreadeh
So I had to go see my mother's choir sing today. I was expecting to see her choir.
Turns out, they were thanking the Church that had let them practice there every Monday night by being their choir for the services that day.
Luckily, I only had to sit through the later service, or there might be a few dead presbyterians right now...
So I open the program and skim through the schedule to see how long I have to suffer through the pains of someone preaching beliefs I don't believe in, and at the bottom of it is the Budget Summary. I felt the familiar twitch in my eye, and the growing urge to strangle someone, and that's usually a sign of bullshit.
Seriously now, I can understand needing the funds to keep the Church building up and running and to purchase the necessary equipment and furniture when it opens, and to buy things needed for communion.
But does that really cost a million bucks a year? I shit you not, the budget summary for the year totalled near a million dollars. And their projected needed costs? Well, they didn't meet their expectations.
HOW CAN YOU NEED THAT MUCH MONEY?
If you're just here to preach the word of God and bring people together to worship, WHY SO MUCH DAMN EXPENSES? Hell, it's a sin to be lavish in your spending, and yet the so-called holy institution of Church is just a-spending. If you're gonna preach something, it'd be a good idea to PRACTICE IT, JACKASSES.
So then this preacher gets up there for his sermon, "All For One and One For All" (Don't even get me started). Basically, the gist of the sermon is that the Church community should own you. Everything else comes second. Your church is priority number one. Donate all you can, even if you're starving and homeless, show up to Church every Sunday, regardless of circumstances, and above all, support the Church and the people in it, particularly the ones in charge.
The guy even used homework as an example. The scenario was this little kid hadn't done her homework, and it was Sunday, and he said (I fucking quote) "Yeah, she should've done her homework, and maybe she should fail." Hey, asshole, I can worship on my own as you so specifically pointed out in your last sermon on Solitude in Prayer, which you pounded into our heads before going off on this Sunday's tangent. (Let me give you a tip. If I wasn't here last Sunday, I SHOULDN'T KNOW WHAT THE SERMON WAS.) Now I should fail just so I can show up and give you a little bit more power?
This is what pisses me off about organized religion. The whole system is made to give the people that run it more power by manipulating people's faiths. They need a million bucks to run the Church. They don't even need a million bucks. They just want it. Because they're fucking humans, and humans naturally sin.
It's especially sickening because I really value faith, all humanity set aside. I think if there was actually something worth putting faith into, it would be a really great thing. Unfortunately, there's not. Instead there's a bunch of bullshit religions that do nothing more than gather power and incite segregation.
Oh, man, I totally can't even make that subject funny. And I tried.
So let's talk about something I can.
The Village!
So I went to the Village yesterday and was promptly reminded why I hate it there.
Specifically, as soon as I got out of my van, three people gave me nasty looks from their big expensive cars, and then I walked past this fat, ugly bitch with enough black and red makeup to embarass a Montrose drag-queen hooker, big pink knee-highs that totally clashed with the rest of her technicolor disaster of an outfit, and she looked at me with my knappy dreads, plain ass cammies, and plain concert T-shirt, and sneered. SHE sneered at ME.
Like I'm the one who's odd? Ooo, shitlocks. He must be a loser. Fuck you, you plastic rebel, you're the one shopping in the fucking Village, where everything is tailor-made to what a bunch of adolescents say is hip.
(Hip... I'd like to take a moment and say the plays were fabulous, and not in a gay way.)
And... now the nyquil is kicking in. So, rather than continue, I'll close on this note:
Luxury SUVs. Does anyone else see a problem there?
Now to join the unconcious.
~Dreadeh