Since yesterday was Christmas, the holiday of Jesus' birth, I present this bit of a soliloquy from Mr. Robot, which was one of my favorite recent TV shows. The character doing the musing about God as the concept relates to his life and what he sees every day is a hugely disturbed genius computer whiz named Elliot Alderson, the lead character of the show. Elliot is the greatest hacker on the planet, constantly outwitting those who would stop him from his mission. Sadly, some people in Elliot's life think his friend Mr. Robot is not real, or is he? I will say no more. I'd hate to be Mr. Spoiler.
Is that what God does? He helps? Tell me, why didn't God help my innocent friend who died for no reason while the guilty ran free? Okay. Fine. Forget the one offs. How about the countless wars declared in his name? Okay. Fine. Let's skip the random, meanigless murder for a second, shall we? How about the racist, sexist, phobia soup we've all been drowning in because of him? And I'm not just talking about Jesus. I'm talking about all organized religion. Exclusive groups created to manage control. a dealer getting people hooked on the drug of hope. His followers, nothing but addicts who want their hit of bullshit to keep their dopamine of ignorance. Addicts. Afraid to believe the truth. That there's no order. There's no power. That all religions are just metastasizing mind worms, meant to divide us so it's easier to rule us by the charlatans that wanna run us. All we are to them are paying fanboys of poorly-written sci-fi franchises. If I don't listen to my imaginary friend, why the fuck should I listen to yours? People think their worship's some key to happiness. That's just how he owns you. Even I'm not crazy enough to believe that distortion of reality.
Meanwhile, don't any of you fret. Weaponized drones will be taking over very soon. They will be fruitful and multiplying on a grand scale. The movie was real, my friends.