Aw, come on, you guys! Not again…sigh…

Hear ye! Hear ye!

Gather ‘round, all ye idiot Christians, and cough up some prayers and some awe for yet another god sighting.  Yep, that’s right, right here in good ole California, a crucifix…not just a cross, mind you…but a cross with, ostensibly, Jesus nailed to it, has miraculously appeared in a  tree trunk, once again proving that god does, indeed, work in mysterious ways, or whatever that old saw is.

How can you people believe this crap? 

In this story, people…lunatics…have been in touch from as far away as Korea, the story says, wanting, one supposes, pictures or interviews or slices of the Holy Log…the mind boggles.

And how many times have you read about other god sightings, or Virgin Mary sightings, in rust stains and toast and such? Fucking Mexicans eat that shit up, of course, being nearly tribal in their approach to their Christianity, but it pains me when I see people who, ostensibly, take a more sophisticated and urbane intellectual approach to their beliefs, gobble this shit up.

I am repeatedly told, when I talk about religion and religionists, usually mocking and deriding them for what I consider to be their silly beliefs, that I should respect their right to believe anything they want. I have that right, I should afford it to Christians, as well.  I do.  I absolutely respect  anyone’s right to believe anything that seems right to them.  Oh, yes…yes I do.

But what those people really mean by “respecting their right to believe what they want” is that I should respect what they believe, not their right to believe it. Sorry, we separate ways at that point.  If you people want to see Jesus in toast, the Virgin Mary in urine stains on a mattress, and Christ on a cross on  a tree stump, that’s ok with me, but don’t expect me to be proud of you.

Unless, of course, you give me some of what you’ve been smokin’…