Yeah, so I’m a bad person. Sue me. Or better yet, strike me down.
Turns out we have more Vatican spies around here than I thought. A simple joke about what songs the Pope has on his iPod playlist (and according to news reports, he DOES have one) has led to a major issue at work, with all sorts of people going on about religious tolerance, etc etc. You can even read a few articles on it.
While I know it’s a (huge steaming) issue in this country, it really shouldn’t be. Religion is something people do, a choice they make for themselves about how to live their life with regard to what they think will happen to their immortal soul. What it should not be is a chance to impose beliefs on others, or to force others to be quiet and not question their beliefs. Your beliefs are yours – I can question whatever the hell I want, to be honest, and so can everyone.
The problem is that most people practice, but they don’t believe. That’s the issue. When the actions are there, but the belief isn’t, it becomes hard for people to hear so called “blasphemies” (which, by the way, are only blasphemies if uttered by a believer), because it shakes what little faith they have in themselves. And so, like the closet homosexual who beats up soft boys in order to drown the urges of man on man carnal knowledge, these people feel the need to impose their views and flex their faith in the most spectacular and showy ways they can. Well guess what? God doesn’t give a damn.
God (if you want to use that name) cares, if he even cares at all, about the good deeds you do, the lives you help, the people you touch with a kind word, the misguided you educate about the good things in life. That’s what He cares about. If someone can make the world in 7 days (alright, six really, and one to chill and watch the telly on), you really think he gives a rat’s ass (which he also created, incidentally) about whether people speculate what the Pope listens to? In fact, he probably thinks that the Pope should be a little less bothered with iPods and Prada booties, and more concerned with the starving, uneducated masses, regardless of religion, that teem all over the face of His world.
So before you go mouthing off to people who don’t care, look inside yourself, and really search your soul, to see if your faith is as strong as it should be. Do you REALLY believe in that all powerful entity that you say watches over you? Do you really? Or is there maybe, just maybe, the slightest possibility that perhaps, somehow, you’re out there all by yourself, and when the ride’s over, there is no ever after. If that scares you, then cling onto your opium with all the other masses, and paint the raging fires of hell in your mind’s eye that I’ll no doubt be roasting in come kingdom come. But don’t you dare, for even a second, tell me what I can think or say. God made me too. And I like the job he did on this pile of dust.
Besides, God must like “My Humps” by the Black Eyed Peas too. Otherwise he wouldn’t have made them, would he?
In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.
Ah WillQ.
Recently, I’ve had this odd feeling that I’ve been going slightly blind. Why? Because everything I read on my computer screen is slightly blurry. But oddly, when I sit in bed, reading in the dark, I can see fine. So, I thought perhaps it was eye strain. But even more oddly, when I moved things to the side of the screen, I could read them perfectly. So, I decided it was time to go and get the stupid monitor checked out.
