Unnoticed in Clever Worlds

The clearest description I have managed so far about my blog is that it is not about cats. In general, I find predators pretty predictable while prey on the other-hand, because they live in universes of anxiety, develop more textured personalities. I also have as a writer a deft hand when it comes to making matters worse, so of course , the already panicky are ready made for me. I will try to grow this blog into an assortment of laughs, because that is what my life has mostly taught me to do. I will use the famous people I have known to get your attention and then tell you small but many times wonderful things about them. I will never name the ones I say ugly things about but I hope you will guess who they are.

Category: The Church

Women are the Problem

Women are the problem. I have been stewing all day about that snake incident in Eden.
Eve and that Serpent were right. God and Adam were largely full of shit. After all, what kind of Deity forbids a woman from doing anything. First, he puts her in the Garden of Eden, then threatens her about not eating the centerpiece fruit of an apple tree. Holy hamsters!, How dumb could you be? I can’t stop my wife from eating the top layer, and best-buttered, of my popcorn before the movie even starts.
What exactly was God’s point insisting on this Jeopardy clue about an apple?
Remember this was even before He invented apple worms.
Granted this was God’s first shot at creating a universe, and fucking Adam had landed out of nowhere, by himself, with no real-time life experience at all. This blockhead wasn’t sure he was even naked until Eve show up, and he got a hard-on. On top of that, our hapless deity had forgotten to pack an extra rib in His toolbox.
God of course, in his infinite pettiness, got all over Adam’s shit about the whole episode and Adam picked up from there and laid guilt on Eve like linoleum for the next ten-thousand tears.
But of course, women are the problem.
Go Steelers!!!!

Something of a Cold Customer

Happiness comes to those who wait. The religious prigs and prudes of divinity devoted centuries to winning the allegiance of uneducated, toothless and starving populations using this expression. The poor should postpone their bit of happiness until they die because they have no value on earth. Men of the spirit gave them what was theirs as charity. Show me charity and I look for pride and vanity.
Civilisation does it’s best to handicap the prerogative of forgiveness​ when it comes to imperfection. Even when our sins are silly, still, nobody wants to be lumped in with a neighbour who also masturbates forty-two times a day or pees in the shower or pool.
I grew up among Catholics and always envied them. They had the confession. Methodists, like me, were consigned to hell instantly on ridiculously minor offences. It just occurred to me that we are the black people of sin. We never peed in pools or showers, while my Catholic friends would hold it until they hit the water. They had an out. I did not.
This made me something of a cold customer.
I know women living lives of absolute saints yet they are scarred and rendered timid by self-reproach over something they did as a child. Women are by far the most certainly moral of the several genders it appears we now have.
Men sin with such rhythm​ and with a brute magnitude that nothing matters much to us after a while. Wars and indifference to each other somehow have less consequence. We are certain Hell awaits us. We can forgive ourselves and that makes us very dangerous.

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