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Showing posts with label good friday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label good friday. Show all posts

Friday, April 22, 2011

272: What's so Good about it :)



Codex Magliabechia
The Aztecs (or Incas, Mayans, whatever) were a primitive, vicious and barbaric people.  They ruled their masses with fear and blood.  Prisoners were sacrificed; thousands at a time, in days long massacres; spilling blood to appease a monstrous and jealous god.  What disgusting behaviour.  No way to run a society, and what shallow and stupid beliefs.  In modern times, in the culturally advanced Western world, no one could possibly believe such drivel.  And what a pathetic little god; what kind of god would want thousands of lowly prisoners blood as payment?  No, a real god would want only the blood of one sacrifice; the blood of his only son (who is also him, and a holy spirit, but they are one, and three, but just one, and Christianity is not a polytheism honestly, it is definitely a monotheism.  One god, not three!  And forget about the Virgin Mary, and all the saints, angels, archangels, cherubim, seraphim, thrones... it’s definitely a monotheism...).

a cherub
So now we have the correct religion: Christianity.  It was still dreamed up by barbaric and ignorant people, and used to control through fear (of death, of punishment, of banishment, of torture), guilt, and blood.  It is still based entirely around human sacrifice, except this one ups the ante by making that human a GOD.  And his sacrifice is YOUR FAULT, because you are a dirty unclean original-sinning human, with sexual thoughts and a range of emotions.  Now this sacrificed is relived on a regular basis, with cannibalism thrown into the mix; through the miracle of transubstantiation, during the Eucharist/Holy Communion a little biscuit morphs into the actual flesh of Christ, and a drop of wine becomes a foetid jug of Jesus blood.  This is eagerly and gleefully devoured by the faithful.

God the Father, Julius Schnorr




This new god is still a sadistic, torturous, murderous, genocidal, infanticidal, homophobic, racist, tyrannical, jealous, cruel and unusual, ultimate dictator, but now he loves you.  You can avoid his punishment by accepting and believing the fact that he sent his son down to earth to die for your sins.  He is all powerful, all knowing, all seeing, and everywhere at all times.  Hang on a second... if he is all powerful why can he only forgive us by torturing and murdering his only son.  Surely he could just forgive us?  Could it be that this monster with a long history of causing death and pain, actually wanted to beat and crucify his only son?  Did he get some perverse sexual thrill out of it?  No of course not; how dare I suggest such a thing.

The Judas Kiss, Gustave Dore
Or maybe god’s motive in this stupid roundabout way of forgiving our sins was to set up his old rivals, the Jews.  If indeed Jesus had to die for our sins to be forgiven, then it follows equally that Judas had to play his role too.  For Jesus to die, his location had to be revealed to the Romans by a friend.  If the story of Jesus is true, then Judas is equally a saviour and a hero.  He helped create our salvation, and has been repaid with disembowelling, hanging, and being the motive for two millennia of mindless you-killed-Jesus anti-Semitism.  It looks like this was that loving god’s motive all along.  He unnecessarily orchestrated this whole ludicrous, bloody facade in order to divide (and conquer?) his believers.  What a cunt!






Cristo crucificado, Diego Velazquez

Crucifixion (16th Century) , Theophanes the Cretan
The Passion of the Christ, Mel Gibson ("He is sick to his empty core" -Christopher Hitchens)

271: Good morning, good mourning, Good Friday.

Got a bit of blogging to catch up with this morning.  The last two nights I have been out and about with Blank Media Collective; last night was at the opening of our current external exhibition, and Wednesday was at greenroom for the launch of Who’s Laughing Now (our final exhibition at greenroom).  As many of you probably know greenroom has been at the centre of arts innovation and promotion in Manchester for the last 28 years.  Following the cuts it is no longer part of ACE’s National Portfolio, and will be closing its doors in May.  We are all saddened by this news and I will soon be dedicating some posts to them.

My good buddy Mr. Ralph (of Bab Kubwa) came down to greenroom to film the building, and last night I interviewed John Leyland and Mark Devereux of BMC for their thoughts and feelings about greenroom.  We will be editing this together into a short video tribute to greenroom.  Also the unedited audio of John, Mark and myself might make a nice podcast/audio download.  John and Mark had some great memories about greenroom, and gave a touching insight into why it means so much to people.  There were tears.

So anyway, the last two nights of gallivanting have resulted in my returning home jolly, “exhausted” and jolly tired, and therefore not feeling particularly bloggilicious.  Now I’m feeling a tad rusty.  It’s a bank holiday (I think they are killing Jesus today), so there are no builders banging around to provide fuel for my scornful fire.  Why can I not think of anything to blog about?  What could I possibly write about today, the day when a billion blood-cultists celebrate the human sacrifice of a cocky magician, by having the day off work?  Fuck me, Christianity is a morbid, sordid little fetish club!

I think I’ve found the theme for at least one of today’s catch-up posts: coming soon (within the next hour or so), some thoughts on Good Friday and all that it entails.  I’ll speak no more about it for now, because I don’t want to waste any amusing turns of phrase, or vicious little rants.  I ought to be tidying the flat; we have visitors this weekend, and I want it to look nice, plus I have plans to cook a beef brisket on Sunday.  Blah blah blah.  Let’s call this post a day and get on with the rest of our lives.  Laterz.