Godless And Free (15 page)

43.
Islam Is Not a Victim

July 20, 2008

First of all I need to apologise to anyone from the religion of peace who has sent me a death threat recently. I’m afraid I haven’t been able to respond, unfortunately, because I get so many messages and e-mails from sane people that it takes up all my time in replying to as many of them as I can, so if you haven’t heard from me please don’t think I’m being rude, because I would hate to cause offence.

I suppose I should have realised that some people would fly off the handle at being told that they can’t take criticism. I can take criticism, which is just as well, because I get called a racist and an Islamophobe almost every single day; not to mention a Jew, a homosexual, and various other names that some Muslims seem to think are insults, when in fact they’re not.

And I don’t mind. You won’t find me running to a tribunal or a human rights commission to whine and whinge about it for financial gain, unlike some delicate souls we could mention.

But one thing that does bother me is the fact that some people seem to think I’ve got something against all Muslims, which simply isn’t true.

Anyone who has seen my videos knows very well that I’ve got no problem with anyone, no matter what they believe, who doesn’t want to interfere with my freedom. (And that includes freedom from religion, of course – that’s all religion, all the time.)

And I know there are plenty of Muslims who agree with me about that because some of them actually write to me and tell me so, and I’m very grateful for their support. But just because those people are enlightened it doesn’t mean Islam itself is benign, or should be trusted, because unfortunately right now the cutting edge of Islam is in other hands, and those hands are a lot less enlightened and a lot more dangerous.

The royal family of Saudi Arabia, a small coterie of people unelected by anybody, have hijacked that country’s vast oil wealth, and are using it to force the very worst of Islam into the free world.

So far they’ve spent one hundred billion dollars building mosques and funding pressure groups of fanatics who install themselves in western society under grand official sounding titles full of wordske congress and council, and then claim to speak for all Muslims, while in reality doing all they can to stop Muslims from integrating, because their existence and their income depend on keeping Muslims separate and in conflict with everybody else.

So, when it’s claimed, as it was last week on British television, that Muslims in Britain are victims of British intolerance (yeah, right – sixteen hundred mosques worth of intolerance so far, and still building), I think the truth is, if they are victims of anything, it’s Muslim intolerance, because if you are an ordinary Muslim surely the last thing you need is a bunch of Islamists speaking for you. Everything they do and say reflects back on you. When they try to force unwanted Islamic values into our education system, for example, or when one of their representatives crudely insults this country by comparing it with Nazi Germany, that reflects on all Muslims, because these people speak for all Muslims, don’t they? No? Well, maybe somebody should tell them that.

To be fair, one thing that really doesn’t help is when some patronising multicultural fascist decides to ban something innocuous because they think Muslims would be offended by it. These are the same people, no doubt, who decided that kitchen staff in hospitals and schools have to serve the cruelty of halal meat to everyone, because it’s uneconomical to do it separately, and Muslims must never be offended. Or the people who offered Muslim-only days in public swimming pools, excluding everybody else, because it seems that some Muslims actually are offended at having to bathe among kuffars and infidels.

Technically it’s not racist of them, because Islam is not a race. So that’s OK, then. But anyone who criticises it is a racist, because language means whatever we want it to mean in the topsy-turvy world of multicultural hypocrisy, where everyone in the West is automatically guilty of crimes committed by their ancestors, should be deeply ashamed of their identity, and spend their whole lives apologising for it

There was one particularly silly incident in Dundee recently. You probably saw this story, it was all over the news, where a Muslim councillor took it upon himself to decide that a police poster with a puppy dog on it was offensive to Muslims.

Well, in the event it was wishful thinking on his part because nobody actually gave a damn, but the police went ahead and apologised anyway like a bunch of dhimmis.

Recently the West Midlands police had to fork out substantial damages to the makers of a television film,
Undercover Mosque
, whom they had falsely accused of misrepresenting the intolerant Muslim bigots they exposed.

Now you can’t blame the individual police officers for this kind of behaviour, because they’re in an impossible situation, under orders from above that political correctness trumps common sense, so they’re forced to treat the word Islamophobia as if it’s a real word, and as if there’s actually something wrong with people who dislike Islam for the sexism, racism and homophobia that run through it like a watermark.

But let’s not be too negative here. Occasionally, just occasionally, a small oasis of sanity does emerge from this desert of bollock-brained Islamic appeasement. You may remember those stupid Muslim law students who allowed themselves to be used as sock puppets by the Canadian Islamic Congress in order to exploit that country’sane human rights legislation and stamp out free speech.

Well, the case has been thrown out by the Canadian Human Rights Commission, which is good news, but the British Columbia commission might yet embarrass itself by ruling in their favour. But either way, in bringing this case in the first place, and with the public reaction it’s received, these idiots have clearly managed to expose themselves to the hatred and contempt that they had falsely accused
Maclean’s
magazine of fostering, and who can say that they haven’t earned it with full honours?

They surely deserve all the scorn and derision, and suspicion, that’s now bound to follow them around like a vapour trail, because everyone knows their underhand motive in bringing this case had nothing to do with human rights and everything to do with stamping out legitimate criticism of Islam.

They tried to hijack the law to piss on our freedom and the wind blew it back in their faces. You could almost call it a legal suicide bomb, if you wanted to be offensive.

Peace. Now that is a much better idea, don’t you think?

44.
The Tyranny of Scripture

August 7, 2008

I sometimes think that if Satan existed he couldn’t devise a better way of keeping humanity in chains than by encouraging the blind uncritical veneration of scripture, and the fossilisation of human thought.

So, without wishing to be too rude about it, I want to say something now to the handful of people who insist on sending me sometimes quite lengthy passages of scripture. You probably know who you are. Well maybe you don’t, and maybe that’s part of the problem here, but I don’t understand why you do this. You must realise, surely, that I never read a single word of it. I recognise it immediately as scripture, and therefore as worthless. So effectively you are wasting your time. The time it takes you to copy and paste that fantasy fiction and send it to me is time that you could be spending far more profitably doing something that you enjoy, like, oh I dunno, flagellating yourself perhaps, rending your garments, gnashing your teeth, prostrating yourself before a crucifix and crying your eyes out for hours on end. Whatever it is you normally do to relax and unwind.

On the other hand, if it’s a genuine neurotic problem that you’ve got, some kind of obsessive compulsive disorder, well obviously that’s different. Then I do sympathise. Please carry on sending as much scripture as you like. But consulting a trained mental health professional might also be quite a good idea, because scripture is not reality. I’m sorry to be the one to break the bad news. It’s just scripture, I’m afraid. What’s been divinely revealed hasn’t been revealed at all. It’s been imagined. And if it’s all you’ve got to support your particular version of reality and the god who supposedly created it, then I would suggest that your god is in fact a false god, and every time you proclaim him you merely proclaim yourself deceived, like the village idiot who walks around blowing a whistle at people because he thinks it makes him important, when all it does is single him out as the village idiot.

Apologies, by the way, to any genuine idiots who are offended at being associated with religion. That wasn’t my intention.

I also get quite a lot of e-mails from secret atheists – people who live in the American Bible Belt and who tell me that they would literally lose their livelihood if the ignoramuses around them knew that they didn’t believe in the tribal god of the ancient Judean desert.

In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if there were as many secret atheists in the Bible Belt as there are secret homosexuals in Saudi Arabia.

Well, it’s just that with all the available women in that country safely under lock and key where they belong, all those poor studs can turn to is porn or each other – let’s be realistic.

But both of these unfortunate groups, the secret atheists and the secret homosexuals, are victims of other people’s rigid interpretation of scripture, because scripture gives us licence, if we are that way inclined, to show the very worst of ourselves and to behave in ways we might otherwise be ashamed of if we had any decency about us. There’s nothing you can’t read into it, or take from it, so whatever nasty shitty little attitude you harbour towards your fellow man will find justification in scripture. Because, like the sands of the desert, fixed and immutable, yet ever shifting, the words of God are infinitely versatile. Open that book and watch them dance across the page like ninjas, each one a soldier for you and your petty prejudices.

But don’t make the mistake of thinking that you can blame scripture for your noxious opinions. You can seek refuge in it as many hypocrites do, but you can’t hide behind it.

Because scripture depends on interpretation, because it is so ambiguous, the way that you choose to interpret it reveals who you are in your heart. So in that sense it’s not a shield at all. It’s a spotlight that shows up an evil heart like an x-ray.

As with those hardline Saudi clerics, for example, who take sadistic pleasure interpreting the Koran as cruelly as possible. They merely reveal themselves for the bloodthirsty monsters they are, and advertise to the world the darkness in their petty little souls and their pitiful inadequacy as men.

Right now the Anglican Church is tearing itself apart because some people again have taken refuge in scripture as an excuse for prejudice against women and homosexuals. In any other walk of life in the civilised world this would be prosecuted as a crime. But scripture legitimises it, implying that it’s the result of profound reflection, when in fact it’s just a grubby front for chauvinism and ignorance. Which brings me back to the Bible Belt, widely recognised, of course, as an area of outstanding natural stupidity, and with very good reason. Especially when you consider the millions of dollars that have been spent in building creation museums. Just think of the psychotherapy that money could have paid for.

Creation museums are the latest symptom of Christi-insanity to hit the United States, and they are, of course, inspired one hundred percent by scripture. At the moment they seem to be popping up like mushrooms, in a spontaneous eruption of life, ironically enough, all over the land of the free, and beyond now.

These are places of education where Christian children can go to learn the truth, that their parentsre morons, and quite possibly insane. They’ll learn that Adam and Eve not only existed in all their Disney-like fig-leafed apple-chomping glory, but they rode around the place on dinosaurs. Hell, they probably even had rodeos. Well, why not? They were Christians, weren’t they?

The dinosaurs died out eventually, and who could be surprised? Look at the company they had to keep. Although one dinosaur is still with us, unfortunately, and that is creationism’s very own Ignoramus Rex, a small brained creature with a hard outer shell impervious to reason. It feeds exclusively on scripture, and its copious droppings have not only been used to build these museums, but can serve as a useful metaphor for everything in them.

If you’ve got a head full of scripture then what you’ve got is a head full of ideas that have stopped growing. That’ll be a head full of dead ideas, then.

And you have no right to have those ideas respected or taken seriously. You’re simply not entitled to it.

And you’ve certainly got no business using them to tell other people how they should live their lives, because you don’t know anything.

If patriotism is the last refuge of the scoundrel, scripture is the first refuge of the ignoramus. You can study it for years without learning anything, but you will end up with a lot to say for yourself, and it will all amount to the same thing: Talk to the scripture, cos the brain ain’t listening.

Peace, especially to all the secret atheists and homosexuals. Better days are coming.

45.
Ta
ke Your God and Shove Him

August 21, 2008

OK, you don’t need to be religious to be a public nuisance any more than you need a medical degree to be an alcoholic, but statistically it does help, apparently, and who could be surprised?

This is going to be a fairly rude video, because I thought I had made my position on scripture fairly clear the last time, but apparently not. There are some people who have decided to evangelise to me, because in their opinion I haven’t quite grasped the truth, and they want to set me straight about that, using guess what, scripture. And because I don’t want to hear any of this, I’m closed-minded, apparently, which is a novelty. Being called closed-minded by religious people is a bit like being called yellow by a bunch of bananas.

But in this case I have to admit there’s some truth in the accusation. The fact is I’m so closed-minded that I’m only prepared to engage with reality.

I know it sounds unreasonable, but if something isn’t real then I find I’ve got an inbuilt automatic prejudice – that’s right, a prejudice – against pretending that it is real.

In fact I’m so closed-minded when it comes to believing absurdities that, you won’t believe this, but I actually require proof. That’s right, copper-bottomed proof that would stand up in a court of law. A real court, not a human rights commission. And we both know that you and your scripture are not going to furnish that prof you talk from now until the end of time. So let’s not bother and say we did, because you’d be far better employed reflecting on the fact that your deeply held beliefs are really nothing more than an accident of birth. The parents that you happened to be born to and the stuff they happened to believe in is now doubtless what you believe in. Had you been born elsewhere you’d believe other stuff, and this stuff you would consider heretical and false.

Yet in both cases yours would be the only true religion. How are you not embarrassed?

So no, thank you, I don’t want to hear about your beliefs, and I don’t give a damn what your scriptures have to say about anything. Sorry to be so closed-minded, but I’m going to spell it out for you now as clearly as I can, just to avoid any future misunderstandings. I don’t care if you’ve got a written formula for converting lead into gold. Keep it to yourself.

Evangelising to people who don’t want to hear it is such a tasteless thing to do. It’s like exposing yourself in public. Whatever happened to good manners? It’s not as if we don’t even know the pitch. God knows we’ve heard it thousands and thousands of times, and it doesn’t get any more convincing in the telling, but that doesn’t seem to register with you, does it?

If somebody tried to sell me a car and I decided it wasn’t for me, I wouldn’t expect that person to return the following day and try to sell it to me again, especially if it was an invisible car. If they did, they would be dismissed in very short order, and they would not be given any respect.

Because, you see, I’m not in the market for a car. Any car. I’ve decided to walk. That’s going to take me where I’m going, because I’m going where it takes me. And I’ll be happy to get there. In fact, I already am.

So I don’t need to hear about anybody’s god or saviour or prophet or scripture or any sort of supernatural deity hocus pocus whatsoever, or even any fancy variation on that theme, half man half god kind of arrangements. I’m not interested. I’ve heard it all before and I think it’s all lies. Insulting degrading nonsense that contaminates everything it touches. In fact, whenever I’m exposed to religion I feel dirty. I feel contaminated by the vileness of the mealy-mouthed platitudes that pass for wisdom, the naked money-grubbing, the controlling rhetoric devoid of any humanity or compassion – are you kidding me? The supercilious hectoring tone, the constant intrusive demands for privilege, and the absolutely unforgivable violation of the minds of young children, and I think those people who make a profession of religion are the scum of the earth. And I think that if Jesus turned up tomorrow he would agree with me, so let’s hope he does. Peace.