I was “raised” Catholic. I went through formal communion, confirmation, and evening schooling at a few points. I hardly remember any of it. While I didn’t despise going through these steps per say, I absolutely hated having to sit through any and all of them.
It wasn’t the doing, it was just being present that irritated me.
I got nearly perfect grades in elementary and middle school growing up, which was the time period I also attended religions/catholic schooling during the afternoons. In regular, government mandated schooling, I knew I was much smarter than the other students.
I knew this because 9 out of 10 times, I would finish the tests first, get a 100% score, and all the while, absolutely refuse to pay attention to anything that was said in class. (I have also never studied for an exam in my entire life — I wouldn’t even know how).
In middle school, I even began selling answers to quizzes for additional lunch money, which I would use to buy large chocolate chip cookies. I refused to do other people’s homework though. That would require actual work, which I was not interested in.
I was far more interested in checking out the girls in class, and never doing schoolwork when I was away from school – a concept that also greatly irritated me.
I bring all this up about government schooling because while I did not enjoy it (with the exception of the girls, and my few friends), I absolutely detested sitting through Christian religious schooling.
Looking back on that time, I viewed my religious teachers as mild, primitive evils. They were not just boring like the (super-majority of) government teachers, they were mind numbing. They seemed to babble on forever about nothing at all — and the “books” of course, seemed to have nothing in them but blank pages.
And while communication was rare, the teachers were mean, internally hideous creatures.
At least that’s how I remember them.
And much to my dismay, there were never any girls to gawk at during religious school. The few that were there were never very attractive, and certainly did not wear anything revealing (relatively speaking, I realize we were all kids at the time).
This lead me to being bored to tears, all the while an irritating voice in the background drooled on about shit that didn’t make any sense.
Up to this point on TDL, I have very rarely discussed religion (of any kind). This is because my interest in it is generally non-existent. And I don’t say that as a figure of speech : I mean it.
None, zip, zero, zilch.
I suppose that as such, I have been tolerant through complete and absolute dismissal up to this point. Religion is a primitive form of philosophy. It is not suited for human beings to practice.
With the exception of the day-to-day … events …. what else is there to discuss? Discussing religion to me is like an adult conversation about Santa Claus. What the fuck are we even talking about? The boogey man or something?
I would sooner have a discussion about a death match between Greek gods and Mighty Morphin Power Rangers.
While my tolerance for individual human beings who have been hood-winked by Christian Mythology will (likely) remain, my tolerance for the religion itself has recently evaporated into thin air.
It has evaporated for what I believe are uncommon reasons. No, not the murder, rape, torture, genocide, war, child molestation, baby killing, witch hunting, and such other violently irrational nonsense these people have been responsible for through the ages (and are still to this day) – it is the finer elements of the primitive Christian philosophy.
The things most people hear, but do not understand the true meaning of.
What really sent me over the edge was seeing how these people deal with death. This surfaced their true colors.
The 2 Elements
What drove me up the wall more than anything else were two elements present at two funerals I recently attended. The first was the utterly ridiculous comment of “this sinful earth” – and how this nonexistent place heaven is so much fucking better.
This comment irked me hard because I love this earth and value my life on it so much. This world is fucking glorious. As bad as things are in some respects, this is especially true right now. To hear people discuss how much they hate this earth … is simply repulsive. Little could be more insulting to a human being with high self-esteem, and a love of this earth.
A love of reality, of existence, of life.
The truth is, Christianity (and many other religions for that matter) is not merely a dismissal or distortion of reality, it is a primitive, fundamental hatred of the world in which we live.
The second element I witnessed that was particularly disturbing was the intentional wearing of white clothes. These were worn as I was told for the explicit purpose of celebrating the death(s).
Celebration for departure from this sinful earth, into the glorious domain of a non-existent place called “heaven”.
This is so fucked up I wanted to vomit.
Death is a very tragic, permanent event. Dead people do not come back — they no longer fucking exist. They are completely and forever incapable of ever enjoying anything again.
To see people celebrate this, to even the tiniest degree, is madness.
I bring up Richard Nikoley in the title and now content of this post because to me, he has always been the #1 blogger in this realm, who doesn’t actually run a blog devoted to his hatred of religion (not even remotely).
It is simply a consistent theme on Free the Animal, and he does great work in this regard. He seems especially disgusted with original sin – the notion that human beings are guilty by virtue of being born, which paradoxically, is the eradication of the (legitimate) concept of guilt.
Who needs to think about guilt in daily life if you are forever, indefinitely, and endlessly guilty? In fact original sin dictates that not only are you a guilty POS, you are forever the guilt slave of a non-existent entity called God, that loves you, but will not hesitate to torture you in hell for all eternity.
While it is unlikely I will being blogging consistently on religion, I will defer my would-be blogs on it to Richard’s blogs on the same or similar topics.
In closing I will end with a simple quote. Other than it’s general relation to the subject of Christianity, there is no particular significance of this quote.
I am posting it merely to demonstrate that it is only one of millions of quotes that reveal the evil of Christianity; the evil that is not so easy to observe as the physical death, destruction, and carnage it has left in its wake.
Later in the Middle Ages, a second view of woman emerged and coexisted with the first. On the one hand, woman was symbolized by Eve, the sexual temptress, the cause of man’s spiritual downfall. On the other hand, she existed in the image of Mary, the Virgin Mother, the symbol of purity who transforms and lifts man’s soul upward. The whore and the virgin — or the whore and the mother — have dominated the concept of woman in Western culture ever since.
To state the dichotomy in modern terms : there is the woman one desires and the woman one admires; there is the woman one sleeps with and the woman one marries.
In its attitude toward woman, too, Christianity exhibited profound antagonism to a love relationship that integrates desire and admiration, physical and spiritual values, and which is based on the essential equality of the partners. On the deepest level Christianity has always been a fierce opponent of romantic love.
The pursuit of one’s values, the exercise of one’s judgement in the conduct of one’s life, and the enjoyment of sexual pleasure, all are acts of self-assertion entailed in the choice and experience of a romantic relationship. All were condemned by Christianity.