Irreverently Relevant

"We are a blessed nation and people!" Yes, there was an election, and Kenyans rushed to congratulate themselves in a manner akin to patting their dicks after an orgasm. The land is a blessed one, it has to be said: it is a land blessed with ignorance, irredeemably corrupt leeches, general political shithousery, drought, inflation, near-theocratic leadership with a touch of the corruptly macabre....it's a long list of blessings. It's a land where wealth simply disappears into the blessed pockets of a few, and, just like the "holy ghost," reappears in the pockets of the same well-heeled elite who are all seemingly acquainted with some fellow named "scratch." High net worth folk tell tales of "rearing chicken" and "selling corn cobs by the roadside," and sell the capitalistic hope of success from "scratch." As an aside, who the hell is this scratch? Can he scratch a few tickets to every scroungers wealth, maybe sate every...

It's one fucking delusional book Also, it supports abortion: "Cursed be the day on which I was born! The day when my mother bore me, let it not be blessed! Cursed be the man who brought the news to my father, 'A son is born to you', making him very glad. Let that man be like the cities which the Lord overthrew without pity; let him hear a cry in the morning and an alarm at noon, because he did not kill me in the womb; so my mother would have been my grave, and her womb for ever great." (Jeremiah 20:14-17) "If a man begets a hundred children, and lives many years, so that the days of his years are many, but he does not enjoy life's good things, and also has no burial, I say that an untimely birth is better off than he. For it comes into vanity and goes into darkness, and in darkness its name is covered; moreover it has not seen the sun or known anything; yet it finds rest rather than he." (Ecclesiastes 6:3-5) Do what you will with "untimely birth...

This may be rich in semantics. This is NOT a trigger warning. The statement: religion The subject: humanity The intent: education The material: acerbic We are alive despite the acknowledgement that, immediately after our birth, we are the most vulnerable species in the family of primates. The possibility of our survival is greatly diminished to none in lieu of postnatal care. As it shouldn't be worth mentioning, no amount of prayer serves in the place of adequate postnatal care. Still, how do we acquire religion, because, just like that infamous acquired immunodeficiency syndrome, religion is acquired and molded into the human psyche.  The sequence is pretty simple actually: 1. Family 2. School 3. Social environment It all starts at home, where kids are drilled to learn "prayer and worship" in christian households, with piety being molded into these young brains as a mark of upstanding character. Then it's on to the schools to take care of the rest of the indoctrinati...

“Happy is he who repays you for what you have done to us – he who seizes your infants and dashes them against the rocks.” (Psalm 137:9) “I do not permit a woman to teach or to have authority over a man; she must be silent.” (1 Timothy 2:12) “Slaves, submit yourselves to your masters with all respect, not only to the good and gentle but also to the cruel.” (1 Peter 2:18) Quran (3:56) - "As to those who reject faith, I will punish them with terrible agony in this world and in the Hereafter, nor will they have anyone to help." Quran (8:12) - "I will cast terror into the hearts of those who disbelieve. Therefore strike off their heads and strike off every fingertip of them"  Let's be fair in our criticisms dammit! Trouble Ahead

Blasphemy: death penalty. Witchcraft: death penalty. LGBTQ+: death penalty. That may define one or all mostly religious enclaves and nations throughout history, particularly those of the bearing of the misnomer that is "Abrahamic faith." Yet, that is all it is, faith, and not fact, and should therefore be handled as such. The very fact that religion has brought its influence to bear over eons of national policy and governance across numerous lands is a tragedy of the human race. This is the same race that expects to live in harmony while terraforming alien moons, all while fighting over the ethics of female contraception. We are a shallow species that wouldn't survive beyond a few days were some global cataclysm to strike. The first line of defence would likely be solitude and comfort in our tribal nature. Yes, that is who we are. Which segways into the genocide that was perpetrated by the catholic ghouls in the land built upon the graveyards of the natives that is Canada...

Shall my countenance be ruled by pride shall my feet in pure pride stride uncaring of the souls that ego does deride unfeeling of the pain that will abide   shall my heart be as cold as steel like an icicle, frozen to the feel shall my anger be what guides my heel of my boat, will rage be the keel   shall my eyes be blinded to reason shall my heart be filled with derision shall the ego be trapped in a prison devoid of forgiveness and all reason   shall my soul in greed debride the sickness within me and cast aside all shame, every tear, all tossed aside without feeling just keep my stride   shall the seasons be all the same one today for every other game and of love in every other name yet feel lost and loss all the same   shall my love always grow cold wither and wilt as it grows old, shall my winters always be cold as wrath takes me in its hold     cogito ergo sum   G S K ©

There are they that think they run it all and they that think they cannot fall the world is cold, let it be told the world is cold, be not too bold   the curtain of heaven in stars is draped the land of we, a hero uncaped for those that the veil of sanity escaped may their mouths be sealed and tightly taped   the moment swells like the curve of breasts upon which the hand gently rests, the rise and fall of the gentle breaths, once so violent and now so still:   The loss of love, a burden to bear the lack of love, too much to bear, for ev'ry scream, for ev'ry salty tear, my heart does bleed for who I hold dear   the music mellows out in dying tunes of the dead that lie buried in runes, my mind is done, my life is wasted, a life bereft, an existence pasted   let it not be that eternally I cry let is not be that my balls do fry let it not be my eyes that bleed let it not be that for life I bleed   (gsk)©