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Atheist Rant: Kill your Son

When I was a kid... I learned the story about how God demanded the sacrifice of Issac... In my trusting child's mind I nodded and felt love towards God when he provided a substitute. 

Now i'm an adult and thinking over that story.. God is a fucking asshole. Not only did he send Abraham's first kid and his poor enslaved mother (That god's answer to slavery and legalized rape for the master's needs was to send the victims out to die ought to have.. you know really clued me in here.) out into the desert to die, but then he told the guy to take his other son up into the hills and kill him.

So let's say God is really a nice guy... wait.. what kind of nice guy wants you to love him so much you'll bring yourself that kind of pain? That you would take the person you love more than life into the hills and kill them with an old fashioned stone knife at that point?

We don't cause pain to those we love.

IF we get off on causing pain to those we love we're either really kinky and we have their consent, so it's not really pain... or we're abusive fucks.

Can you imagine... Daddy *sees that daughter loves her new kitten* "IF you really love me.... here's a hammer... bash your kitten's head in. If you don't... you don't love me."

Crying little girl: *Takes hammer, holds kitty* "Okay Daddy! I love you more than anything!"

Daddy: "OH wait! I didn't mean it... Here... Hammer the neighbor's cat instead! Go on now! It it real hard, sweetheart!"

That dude would go to jail... evil bastard.

The Bible is a book of evil stories that people haven't thought through.

*shudders*

And while we're at it... If he was a loving and all knowing god... if he could spare Abraham's son - couldn't he have spared his own?

Oh wait! He's all powerful, all knowing, and all loving! 

So he was never that fucking mad at human in the first place. We don't grow old and die so he can be kind to us. We don't get nasty diseases.... 

Right, yeah, I know. 

Jeeebuz Loves You. 

Seriously.. you're beautiful, splendid - alive! You're part of a vivid and exquisite eco-system that moves and changes and reaches for the stars. You're so beautiful and precious as you are. Do good and excel. Bring creativity and love into the world. 

If you want to love a Bronze Age god... imagine one with really good abs, a wicked smile, and a lot of wine. 

Don't make imaginary creatures responsible for your life. 

:) 

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