Published on September 8, 2013
In the face of our own existence in the cosmos, we humans have been understandably compelled to ask some significant questions. Unfortunately, being at peace with the unknown is not as common a trait. Even less palatable, especially for those in positions of authority, is the prospect of a public admission of ignorance. There is almost nothing human beings have proven unwilling to do to prevent or avoid saying the words, "I have no idea." We will concoct huge, sweeping, elaborate, bizarre lies, and tell them to each other until they become sacred traditions and we forget to un-suspend our common sense disbelief, thus embedding the lies in our civilizations, in perpetuity. What fucking morons. We've enslave and murdered countless throngs to protect these lies - even the most ridiculous, goofy, badly conceived of them - since the lies hide our fear of exposed ignorance. Rivers of blood have been shed to pay for the sins of the men who made god. Jesus was just a drop in the wrong bucket. It's our very own unspeakable history of horrors. No amount of charity and outreach could ever begin to atone for the suffering we have inflicted upon ourselves as a result of this cycle. Now we have a chance to rid our fledgling race of this needless menace, so that as we face our brilliant, uncertain future on and off this planet, we may do so unencumbered by the blood soaked blindfolds that shackle our precious will to thrive! A tiny upside to all of our blundering brutality is that it provides virtually endless targets for merciless mockery. Some may condemn or dismiss this sort of iconoclastic parody as gratuitous, juvenile, sacrilegious reprisal. It may be. Fuck it. There is no longer any external moral benchmark I feel compelled to meet. But if they deny that the act of giving god the finger CAN have value, it just confirms that they're just as incapable of objective thought as they always have been. Irreverence fucking rocks! This can be a cathartic, freeing experience: to shed fear and embrace the liberty that comes with rational thought in the absence of oppressive conditioning or a misplaced reverence for absurd fabrications. You may not let yourself laugh. But we both know you wanna. You may not be able to help it. Your secret is safe with the NSA.