#god botherers

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[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

I’m praying for Jesus to come into your life and show you His Love just as He showed me. God Bless You! 😍

LOL.

What you seem to be saying is that "god" is the name you give to your feelings. And feelings, as we know, are malleable and manipulatable. As anyone who's ever watched a rom-com, listened to an Adele song, watched the Super Bowl commercials, cranked up their workout with their power track, danced their cares away, downed a vodka-soda at the end of a long week, or got nice and toasted on the weekend can attest. We spend our lives trying to alter our neurochemicals. In some ways that are healthy, some ways that are not. And some ways that are simply delusion.

Your god is a manipulation. And you fell for it. It's kind of well known. Did it never occur to you that people always feel moved by the "holy spirit" during particular types of songs? Or that every church follows basically the same formula? It's all neurochemical, sweetie. It's kind of an open secret that it's a form of mass hypnosis.

It's particularly effective when the mark (that's you) is in a vulnerable position or state. That's how this operates. When you're vulnerable and suggestible, the con artist moves in and offers the "solution" to your woes, the drug he wishes to sell you and get you hooked on.

Oh, sweetie. It's like when my 2 year old niece was inconsolable because her uncle "took her nose." Such a precious little mouse.

This appears to be the best case you're able to make for -- wait, which god is it? Jehovah's Witness-god? Catholic-god? Evangelical Xian-god? Exclusive Brethren-god? Eastern Orthodox-god? Mainline Protestant-god? Westboro-god? Methodist-god? Southern Baptist Convention-god? Does it even matter?

If this is your best shot, I can reasonably conclude you have no tangible evidence, no verifiable justification for your belief. All you have is the kind of child-like naïveté that's indistinguishable from writing a letter to Santa, or making a wish as you blow out your birthday candles. Maybe you could get in touch with Harry Potter or call upon the sparkle-vampires from Twilight; they're characters in books too.

I don't believe in your god - based on nothing more than your oogie-boogie summoning spell - for the same reason you don't believe the mere testimony of those who claim that the goddess Athena bequeathed them reason and wisdom. Not because of the god. Because of the failure of the believer. (That's you.)

It's interesting, though, that your god relies upon you to tell him about me and give him instructions on what to do about it. That you seem to be quite certain that either your god doesn't know about me, or knows but doesn't know what to do about it, and is awaiting instructions from you. This is actually a symptom, and indicative of, the egocentric nature of belief. It's driven entirely from within you. That's actually been studied, by the way. It's the reason your god has all the same opinions you do. Just as every believer's god has the same beliefs as the believer. (You really never noticed this?)

Believers' estimates of God's beliefs are more egocentric than estimates of other people's beliefs

It may make you feel better to know that I've already met your god. He's a smudgy area in your medial prefrontal cortex. That's why he's merely a "feeling" rather than a thing that is measurable and demonstrable in the real world, and why every excuse for his absence constitutes a description of things that aren't real: immaterial, undetectable, insubstantial, etc, etc.

See those dots? That's your god. Give him a wave. Hi there! Thanks for the 4000 genetic diseases and the hole that we breathe, speak and eat through.

What's also fascinating is that you feel completely comfortable, at ease, and un-blasphemous questioning your god's wisdom in creating non-believers to test and challenge your faith. If you truly believed in and trusted your god, you would embrace the fact your god put me in your path, instead of whining to him via the celestial chat line, and trying to goad him into undo what he has done, for your comfort and convenience.

Instead, the confidence is not placed in your god, but rather in that your god will obey your command. Even though he ignores the the prayers of the children your god's priests rape, and the people who starve from the famines and droughts your god sends. But you praying to psychologically manipulate some random non-believer on the internet, that's something he'll take time out of his busy day of baby cancer, COVID and floods to take care of. Just for you. Because you're special. You're the True Xian™. Sure is a good thing he's got you to take the reins and steer him down the right path, isn't it? Where would the cosmos be without your valuable input? That, again, is part of the egocentric nature of your god-belief.

Oh ye of such tiny faith, putting yourself above your own god.

(See what I did there? That's a little joke between you and me - we already know it's just you.)

Reason Find You.

[the-wright-errant]

“We're flirtin' with disaster, Ya'll know what I mean And the way we run our lives, It makes no sense to me I don't know about yourself or what you want to be, yeah When we gamble with our time, we choose our destiny” (”Flirtin’ With Disaster” - Molly Hatchet)

Omg, look at these dorks. :F What is this. Don’t you two have somewhere to be.

(I’m actually really proud of this one! @__@ I think the whole “chewed out of a block of wood” thing is developing into a weird style of it’s own. Keeps making me think of Calvin & Hobbes somehow.)

Lissa (and setting) belongs to @arafaelkestra!

[grimsauce]

Bloody Jehobo’s Witnesses out in the close bothering people again, including my neighbour who is a CoE priest, and has told them numerous times to leave him alone and was telling them to go away from the upstairs window. We have also told them in no uncertain terms not to knock on our door, yet they still do, much like the guys who message me online despite being told not to.  I’ve always wondered where they find the audacity to think it’s acceptable to bother people in their own homes with your own religion.

[stormycastles]

I live in Texas and I work in a hospital so I have this conversation a lot:

Random Malayali coworker: Malayali aano? (Are you Malayali?)

Me: Yes. (Aday)

Them: Ethu pallil aa pone? (Which church do you go to?)

Me: I’m not religious or njan palliyil povarilla (I don’t go to church)

Them: Athu entha? Hindu aano? (Why? Are you Hindu?)

Me: Auntiekku Marxine patti ariyumo? (Do you know anything of Marx, Auntie?)

Them: Bye.

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Jesus Bike #2

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ScoMo the ultimate slacktivist

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Judgement Cycle

Melbourne CBD. The Judgement Bikes are a regular feature of the Melbourne business district. By attaching their message to the bicycles, the god botherers get around a law that prohibits random signage. They move the bikes around and lock them in place.