Sunday Thoughts
by Noah
Happy Palm Sunday everybody, uh-huh. I still remember the six year old version of me being indoctrinated with the tale of a guy named Jesus riding into town on an ass or donkey or whatever. I remember how he stood for things like equality and peace and love and forgiveness and was beaten, flogged, forced to carry his own cross up a hill where his hands and feet were nailed to it and a spear was thrown into his ribs for good measure. No wonder so many children are traumatized. I mean, hey kiddies, forget about Halloween, have ya heard about Easter?
But now, as an adult, I marvel at how those who so loudly profess to believe in that Jesus guy continually reveal themselves as identifying with the people who tormented him. Why one could almost assume that such people invented the whole idea of Jesus just so they could.
So, yeah, happy Palm Sunday.
We're also all massively inbred. Eve was a "clone" of Adam, and they had 3 sons, two of which lived (all white, of course). They all got real busy with poor Eve. Then, when that inbreeding produced a poopulation of (all white, if you look at pictures) imbeciles, god killed everyone except Noah's family. Now we are 8 billion inbred imbeciles. Waddaya expect? And where did all those negroes come from?