I like the word “God”.
There is no better expletive in my mother tongue – Afrikaans. “God”, in Afrikaans, has a long, gutteral sound, followed by the explosive “ôt”! Ggggg-ôt! It rolls out of the throat and off the tongue as the frustration that caused the cussing rolls off one’s shoulders.
I, for one, can’t live without this fantabulous oath.
But I don’t think much of God… as a person. Or as a “god”.
Al Pacino’s character in The Devil’s Advocate, John Milton, explained God succinctly: “Let me give you a little inside information about God. God likes to watch. He’s a prankster. Think about it. He gives man instincts. He gives you this extraordinary gift, and then what does He do, I swear for His own amusement, his own private, cosmic gag reel, He sets the rules in opposition. It’s the goof of all time. Look but don’t touch. Touch, but don’t taste. Taste, don’t swallow. Ahaha! And while you’re jumpin’ from one foot to the next, what is he doing? He’s laughin’ His sick, fuckin’ ass off! He’s a tight-ass! He’s a sadist! He’s an absentee landlord! Worship that? Never!”
George Carlin once said, “I want you to know, when it comes to believing in god – I really tried. I really really tried. I tried to believe that there is a god who created each one of us in his own image and likeness, loves us very much and keeps a close eye on things. I really tried to believe that, but I gotta tell you, the longer you live, the more you look around, the more you realize…something is FUCKED-UP. Something is WRONG here. War, disease, death, destruction, hunger, filth, poverty, torture, crime, corruption and (The Young and the Restless). Something is definitely wrong. This is NOT good work. If this is the best god can do, I am NOT impressed. Results like these do not belong on the resume of a supreme being. This is the kind of shit you’d expect from an office temp with a bad attitude. And just between you and me, in any decently run universe, this guy would have been out on his all-powerful-ass a long time ago.”
Frankly, even a perfunctory scan of the Old Testament identifies God as a jealous, vindictive and homicidal ogre of quite stupendous obstinacy. Spawned of the noisome assemblage of ignorance, mental faineance and irrational fear, God has the manners and the morals of a mollycoddled minor. No measure of exegetical contortion and hermeneutical prevarication can deny that Yahweh is an embarrassment to rational people. God has no standing in the 21st Century.
This ideogenous God, like his multitudinous localised peers over the breadth of time immemorial, was spawned of the early human terror of origin, of the grotesque, of the rumble of panic from the fault line of existence. Human ignorance raised god, evolving human understanding can raze god.
It is outrageous to impart subsistence to this utilitarian conception created by fear and nourished by ignorance, clothed in the vestiges of fanatic deceit, worshiped by weakness, preserved by credulity; supported by custom and tyranny – a bespoke chimera in service of psychedelic human experience: a cheap analgesic; a ready hallucinogenic.
Clothing the most elaborate Cartoon of all time, beyond even the constructs of a Rube Goldberg, with subsistence, confirms theology’s mortifying position among astrology and alchemy on the eitchen midden of Academe.
Gods are born of human desire to explicate the obscure. Pre-scientific inability to explain and understand natural phenomena belike pioneered the initiatory pantheon. Current mental acidia and the quest for simplicity and certainty, maintains a number of waning creeds. Gods are of human excogitation; particular gods of zealous design.
God exists sporadically in the minds of believers in those moments when they are confronted by something they are too scared, too lazy, or too dumb to attempt to understand.
God is a bad idea. Created by fear and nourished by ignorance, clothed in the vestiges of fanatic deceit, worshiped by weakness, preserved by credulity; supported by custom and tyranny, god is no more than an incredible utilitarian conception – a bespoke chimera in service of psychedelic human experience: god is a cheap analgesic; a ready hallucinogenic.
I propose that it is preferable to deliver humanity from the insidious hegemony of this infandous ideogenous Jabberwocky.
Today, more than a hundred years since Nietzsche declared “god” dead, the event remains unconsummated by funerary want.
States Nicholas Rosenbaum Professor of Law at the University of Colorado, Pierre Schlag: “For Nietzsche, the death of God meant not only that the Judeo-Christian God was dead, but that the entire metaphysics implicated in his reign died as well. Hence, once God died, so did all the other God-substitutes (reason, law, morality) that might have been or might yet be enshrined in his metaphysical place. We are living this cultural predicament.” (Laying Down The Law; Mysticism, Fetishism, And The American Legal Mind, 1996:47.)
God’s creator – terrified-man, has evolved into god’s sustainer – manipulative-man. This supreme intransigent authoritarian god (creator-man), by its exploitation of the inveterate, the ineradicable god ossified in the minds and hearts of ordinary humans, cannot be tolerated for greed and the lust for power.
To believe in God is to have taken complete and final leave of one’s senses.
God is a kak idea.