I’m pissed off. And I can’t tell you exactly what I’m pissed about. But it’s just so infuriating to me, when something really bad happens, and the religious try to find some way in which a horrible event is a blessing in some convoluted way, or a miracle can be gleaned out of a totally disasterous chain of events that are in fact just downright kak. It directly insults those affected by tragedy, and their loved ones. Who happen to be my loved ones, suffering anger and resentment because of pure ignorance. It gives people false hope and then shatters it time after time. It drives them to so much foolery. And I can’t help but stand by helpless. Too timid(?) to actually say what’s on my mind. Perhaps the only person around grasping that the gravity of the situation defies petty argumentation. This is life and death, and I have to watch the circus that unfolds around it, so-called miracles and graces, futile clinging to hope when the experts have had their say and given the direst of verdicts.
I want to smack people and shout it down their throats: “YOUR LOVED ONE IS DYING! STOP FAFFING AROUND AND PAY SOME ATTENTION!” - with suitable PG18 modifications, of course.
Religion gives us relief from the terrible burden death? No, being faced with such a situation, and observing the effects, I can say it makes matters far, far worse.
Normally I find this stuff mildly amusing, somewhat harmless even. But I don’t think it’s funny to me anymore. Religion must die. Period.
I think I need to have a chat with my parents…