WWJD?

Let’s just humour the idea that Jesus was born to a virgin and sent to earth by the almighty himself, being the almighty himself. To teach his people and educate them on the true path to God, to show them love and compassion, then ultimately be murdered by them for them. Wow. That’s some messed up shit. That’s some messed up shit written down by men hundreds of years after the fact, at a dark time in our human history. I am sorry but I don’t subscribe to fairy tales that are older than dirt itself.

I would guess the historical Jesus was a sort of Ghandi type figure who wandered around and spoke what he thought and what he thought was that the most basic human emotion of love could guide us to harmony. Big ideas for a man who was alive 2000 years ago, if he was indeed alive. You see, I was raised Catholic and I know first hand what it means to be in an exclusive God Club with weirdos who think costumes and dead tongues are relevant. And although I have since left the church and Jesus, I do acknowledge a greater power.

I disagree with any religion that persecutes others beliefs as wrong or sac religious, as any one pursuing the ultimate love of God should. Oh yeah, and I can’t stand God-for-Profit organizations. You ask what would Jesus do? He was against monetary gain and violence in your good book, but I challenge anyone to show me a Christian, Catholic or Jesuit church, school or organization that isn’t corrupt with theft or sex scandals. That is NOT what Jesus would do, not even the historical one.

I think the more important question for a sweeping generalization of religion should be What DID Jesus Do? or better yet, What DIDDN‘T Jesus Do? Anyone could apply these metaphors, Muslims, Jews Christians whatever. Love your neighbour like all the books say because the sense of entitlement that comes with religion is poisonous if taken literal. Maybe then we can be enlightened enough to see that all religion is unnecessary and stupid.

The Call Center

Sept 19, 2008

MSI

One has never truly sold his soul until he has worked at a call center. All day I call strangers and read verbatim hoping no one wants to participate, they sometimes do. I feel like the Time-Warner logo shoots from my mouth six hours a day, and I can actually feel my physical composition decompose. The inane chatter rises from the cubicles to gather just below the ceiling to rape my head for all the sanity it had left. My co-workers smile on the phone somehow, I know cause I see them. I loathe them. I also understand now that this is how society manoeuvres to place its least valuable souls at jobs with no benefit or promise. I feel the uselessness pump through my veins as I muster up enough energy to call another ignorant American to see if their services from the company that pays my company to pay me are ripping them off just enough to keep ‘em around. I take the one break I have been allotted, those 15 minutes just aren’t enough. I hate my pig of a boss and feel morally bankrupt accepting paycheques from him, sitting there with a smile on his face. Yeah buddy, you’re real cool. Seniority at a call center. Your wife must be proud.