The Higgs Boson, the so-called God particle. For the hard
of thinking this is not a small spherical object whose discovery proves the existence
of god; it’s not some supernatural, cosmic marble that somehow makes religion
real. There is no god. Why am I so sure? Because despite the canonical fabrications of
the Catholic church and the insistence by babbling maniacs who have spent
solitary time tramping inhospitable deserts that they and they alone have been
privy to the mind of the almighty, the total evidence for the omnipotent creator
is a big fat zero. Nothing, zilch, nada… sweet fuck-all.
God is created in the minds of men, but all their fevered
yearning for the heavenly father to be real has signally failed to cause him to
materialise in any tangible form. He/she/it is a figment. Either fantastic or
mundane neither the randomly interchangeable heads - crocodile, bird, elephant,
serpent – nor the ‘image of man’ visualisations hold any water; he just ain’t
there. But, as Voltaire said, if God did not exist, it would be necessary to
invent him, because humans are very, very stupid and can’t handle the notion of
a life with, quite literally, no meaning.
Odd though that those same human animals can quite easily
dismiss the life of other animals as eminently disposable; pests, vermin, competitors
for living space or food. Life is sacrosanct… but oh so tasty; hypocrisy much? But
the craving for reason also ushers in an inevitable gold rush; feeding on the
gullibility that accompanies the need is a millennia-long history of shamans
and charlatans, inventing doctrine on the hoof, much as a politician creates
policy to order in pursuit of a living. And what a living!
Making sense of the incoherent is work that can only be carried
out by people with no other talent but one for invention. So-called ‘scholars’
of religions are nothing more than story-tellers unable to resolve the plot;
weavers of the divine soap opera where every new episode brings drama but
nobody ever learns a thing and nobody ever grows out of their two-dimensional
character. How many angels can dance on the head of a pin? How many virgins
await the martyr? How much more fantastic do the story lines have to get before
we all reach Nirvana, by which I mean enlightenment?
And by enlightenment I mean apostasy; total rejection of
the idiot doctrines of the voodoo, the mumbo-jumbo and all the claptrap spouted
by all the religions throughout the written ages and beyond. Yesterday David Cameron
gave his much-hyped ‘get tough’ speech about ‘islamist radicalisation’ but he
couldn’t bring himself to say what needed to be said. The root cause of all religious
radicalisation is religion itself; a primitive urge among the less advanced of
our number who are incapable of seeing simple reality. I have no need to demonstrate
that your god does not exist; every day on planet earth produces yet another several-billion
pieces of evidence that he doesn’t and not a single one that he does; in
scientific terms that’s close to conclusive; it's mankind's longest experiment.
Buddy Bin Laden: "We keel you!"
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