The Christian Myth

Do you think you would believe in the Christian fairy tales if they appeared in any other scripture?  I doubt it.  But it’s in the Bible, isn’t it?  So you don’t have a choice, do you?  You just have to believe it.  Why?  Because you know the Bible is the word of God.  Why?  Because the Bible said so.  And your pastor said so.  And your parents said so.

But you wouldn’t believe in Allah.

But for Adam no suitable helper was found. So Allah caused the man to fall into a deep sleep; and while he was sleeping, he took one of the man’s ribs and closed up the place with flesh.  Then Allah made a woman from the rib he had taken out of the man, and he brought her to the man. (Genesis 2:21-22)

You’d laugh at Zeus and his great glory.

Do you know how Zeus controls the clouds and makes his lightning flash?  Do you know how the clouds hang poised, those wonders of him who is perfect in knowledge? (Job 37:15-16)

You’d call Tlatoc, the God of rain, stupid and primitive.

‘For yet seven days, and I will cause it to rain upon the earth forty days and forty nights; and every living substance that I have made will I destroy from off the face of the earth.’ And Noah did according unto all that Tlatoc commanded him.  And Noah was six hundred years old when the flood of waters was upon the earth. (Genesis 7:4-6)

Yes, floating zoos are quite retarded — considering that the ark was wooden and Titanic was made of steel; and to think the San Diego Zoo is 107 acres large, housing 4000 animals (800 species), but Noah would need 100,000’s species at least (not counting insects), fit them into one stinking boat, and feed them for like a year.

It wouldn’t matter anyway because scientifically speaking, “two of each” is not enough to propagate an entire species.  And they’d all freeze to death anyway if the flood rises anywhere near Mt Everest.  Oh, and if not, then we still have to worry about the human race, and incest.  What a sick god Tlatoc is.  Tlatocians must be pretty darn stupid to believe in this fairy tale.

‘What shall I do then with Krishna?’  They all say unto him, Let him be crucified.  And the governor said, Why, what evil hath Krishna done?  But they cried out the more, saying, Let him be crucified. (Matthew 27:22-23)

Yeah.  So what?  Krishna probably wasn’t the son of Devaki anyway.  He what?  He resurrected?  Screw him, that’s magic and I don’t believe in magic.

But for some reason, because it’s in the Bible, it’s not mythology anymore.  Now, it’s become something noble, something that deserves respect, something miraculous that children need to believe in even at the cost of denying them proper education.  And if you don’t believe, then you’re immoral, and then you’re going to hell.  This is the 21st century.  Help me fight off this disease called religion.  Help me fight for science and reason.