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In the first place I wanted to add Bill Wolfrum’s article Jesus Christ returns to Earth – punches Pope in face, leaves again in my upcoming list of favorites of the week, but I feel this topic deserves a little more attention. In this and other articles Bill describes undeniable facts about the damage this Pope Benedict XVI is causing.
To make my point clear, I truly believe that everybody should believe in whatever he or she is comfortable with. I also believe that everyone who feels comfortable not to believe in the things described in whatever religion, has the right to do so as well.
I think this is a pretty tolerant point of view, if you think otherwise, skip this article. I met people who’s tolerance did not get that far when it came to not believing in the things they believe(d) in. If this is you, good bye for now, see you soon for reading an other article. Besides this: it’s a very long one.
Being an atheist
If you didn’t followed my advice not to read on, you guess it right that I’m an atheist. I feel comfortable with this, isn’t that nice? Oh yes, I’m glad that you feel comfortable as well, whether you’re an atheist too or a strong believer of your religion. Before I come back to this pope guy, here’s some background information:
When I was a young boy, the teachers at my school were implementing a thing called religion in our heads. To make us better people they frightened us by telling us over and over again that even our thoughts weren’t free. God could read our thoughts and if we would think anything what doesn’t suit him, he would punish us and the gate to heaven would stay locked once we died.
As a child I was convinced that teachers knew everything and that they were always right. You’re right, frightened people are easier to control. Of course I tried things out back then. So when it came to the weekly torture to go to church with the school, I sat there and thought thoughts that God wouldn’t appreciate. Of course I was afraid that the teachers were right and I had to go to hell after doing this, so I apologized immediately after that and added (in my mind) that I just wanted to test how much I dare thinking by myself. After all, it could have it’s benefits in life.
In 1973 my cousin (age 9), the daughter of my aunt, played in a sandbox. She fell with her head on the rim of the sandbox and died a week later. I missed her terrible. We often sang together, even songs from church. We went fishing without catching any fish and made marionettes to play with. You understand that this was a very shocking experience for me (age 7 back then). This was my first experience with death and I didn’t really understood that whole death thing. OK, I saw people dying in movies, but this was something else. When my cousin, the son of my aunt, told me that I would never ever see her again, in my entire life, I realized how bad this was.
Of course I came over it, though this had nothing to do with any God or book that teachers still tried to make me believe in. I doubted it at least. Six years later on April 1th 1979 my cousin (age 19), the son of my aunt, died in a car crash. The pastor of the village came over every day to support the family. I was 12 years old by the way. We had some interesting conversations and I felt a kind of a friendship with him and his colleague from church. I told him that I don’t believe anymore in this God that he was talking about.He and his mate were the only person from church who didn’t try to convince me and my brother otherwise.
I asked him if it was impossible to be a good person without that religion stuff. This was very interesting for me, because I felt that I wasn’t in need of a boss that made me a good person. I don’t know exactly what his answer was anymore, but I do know that he did not try to frighten me with another boring heavens gate story and that I wouldn’t get a ticket to join the final party. In the end the pastor and his mate (this was a kind of a pastor too) taught my brother, my cousin (the youngest daughter of my aunt) and me how to play chess and they came over for short tournaments when we were visiting my aunt. This friendship lasted for years and my brother and me ended up playing in a chess club and winning and losing on real tournaments. For your information: my brother is still a passionate chess player today. He even won a party against me blind, what means that he didn’t saw the board but just noted the moves in his imagination.
You can’t insult any god
In the meantime I know that you can be a good person without having a God to pray to. We could even start a never ending discussion if things like good or bad exist. In my opinion everything lays in the eyes of the beholder. Things I consider good, you may consider bad and vice versa.
In my opinion it is even insane to think that someone is able to insult God. Whatever being or higher power you have in mind by thinking of whatever God you admire or deny. It’s just impossible to insult it or him or her! Wouldn’t it be the top of being arrogant to think that you can do that? If this being or higher power has created the world with all it’s planets and beings, how could possibly one human being be able to insult it or make it feel bad? In the big picture, and here you see the importance of putting things into a proper perspective, your thoughts are less than a fart in the universe, if at all. Before you feel offended, my thoughts are a fart in the universe too.
Think about an ant in your backyard. If this ant would run to his mates and telling them what a fucking asshole you are, would you feel insulted if you knew about it? Would you run depressed through your house mourning that you’ve just been insulted by an ant? Would you even consider killing that ant? If so, you need medication. Go see a doctor.
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Leaving the institution
Even though I just went to church on occasions like funerals and weddings, I kept my membership at the Catholic Church. Since I lived in Germany I had to pay taxes to the church. I don’t know how this is handled in other countries, but here in the Netherlands nobody has to pay taxes to be a member of a religion. Anyway, in Germany people pay for it. In the middle of the ‘90th I was considering to cancel my membership and made the final decision after watching a documentary on TV about some weird facts around the Vatican.
Suddenly I realized that my money was used to pay bribes to parents of children who were molested by pastors ($600 million a year). Just to keep their mouth shut and the robes clean. Oh yes, in one way or the other I felt that my money could also be used in the conflict they have in Ireland, that I by the way don’t understand and don’t discuss here. Read my article Shut The Bleep Up Until… to understand why I shut up at this point. One thing was for sure, I didn’t want that somebody bought weapons from my money to harm or kill other people. I went to the city hall and unsubscripted from the church. The guy behind the counter asked me why and as I thought that it wasn’t his business I told him that paying taxes for the the church is like buying a ticket for the cinema without the intention to ever go inside to watch a movie. When he started to tell me that it wasn’t just about visiting the church, I finally told him to shut up and do his fucking job.
For the first time, after five or six years I lived in this city, I had a message from the pastor in my letterbox. Just a couple of days later. He wanted to talk to me and about the taxes I didn’t had to pay anymore. To avoid his visit I called him immediately and told him to stay away.
The new Pope
I’m tired of the fact that Germans always have to be careful what they say or do. No matter what, they always have to bare in mind their responsibilities due to the past. I don’t agree with this and it would go to far to discuss this here.
Nonetheless, I think that a pope who is from Germany, isn’t doing a good job when he embraces a Holocaust denying bishop. Alas, there are so many people following this dickhead blindly. It wouldn’t surprise me if there are a lot of this now grown up children amongst them, who sat with me in the church and getting brainwashed. He keeps telling people what God and/or Jesus had meant with this and that. And he’s not the only one. There are followers who tell others what God or Jesus had meant.
Let’s face it, many people don’t always understand what they are meant by themselves with some things they said or wrote down. I’m not a exception at this point. How can they for heaven sake tell you what God or his son had meant?
I once saw a video on Youtube where a gay guy was reading the weekly threat letters he found in his e-mail inbox and in his real life letterbox. One of them was sent by a good straight Christian: ‘I would like to kill you with a chainsaw. Even Jesus would spit in your face.’
Hallelujah, if this is a good person I feel much better now that I canceled my membership to this community. To the writer of this message I want to say: “Don’t bother what other people doing with their privates. Do something with your own dick and get a life.”
Gosh, why is it so difficult to be tolerant. Just because I don’t like things that others like, I don’t have to harm or threaten them. Right?
Another worse thing is that in the name of the pope (not God or Jesus) the Roman Catholic Church is, like Bill Wolfrum states in this article, increasing the problem of AIDS by telling people not to use condoms. I totally agree with Bill, though this is not an invention of the new pope. He is just continuing this insanety.
I never really followed the news around popes, but this one has definitively grabbed my attention. And this is an achievement as I’m an atheist. I can recommend the blog of William K. Wolfrum for further readings if you like the satirical approach of world news.
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