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Thursday, January 8, 2015

Why The Quran And Muhammad Are Corrupted


A South Park Cartoon
 Has anyone notice what many religions have in common? The words attributed to a god and his laws come from hermits living in isolation.  These hermits record that they pray, fast, and mutilate themselves (some in the Judaic period, rolled in their own excrement). 

We have jokes about hermits living in caves all the time, someone is depicted climbing a steep mountain to encounter a near-naked and hungry looking person. The climber asks a question and the punch line is given by the hermit. That's how use we are to them. We all know who the guy sitting in front of his cave is.

Jesus wandered in a desert, tended to by angels before he began to preach. Buddha, the smartest of the bunch, did the same thing, but didn't have to find a cave, he made one with his mind, a retreat where breath, food and I guess taking a shit were all controlled.

It's a bit frightening really, some nut case, who usually isn't getting along with the populace, finds the real god by forcing themselves to hallucinate by depriving their bodies of some need. And I wouldn't be surprised if a few herbal drugs weren't involved with the visions as well. Beer has been a staple of man since Adam woke up with his mate contorting with a snake. A very, male penis envy, story if you ask me. Adam sure was shocked by the size of it. Of course, because of Eve, (mans eternal scapegoat for everything that goes wrong is the women in their lives) god evicted them from a real nice place, they now have to wear scratchy clothes the rest of their lives, all because Adam had a small penis syndrome. Which still plagues men with large penises today. It's never big enough.

I mean, here in today's world, these people would be on skid row with their hand out, blathering schizophrenic phrases, or a hat near their lectern. So why is it, that people want to believe these very old stories of what we take for as lunacy today?

I'll tell you why. They had good publishers. Someone picked it up and sold it as truth. Just like people believing in The Da Vinci Code, it's fiction folks, listed in the fiction section of libraries and book stores yet some people see it otherwise and they're just as many as to believe in the religion behind the fiction. A kind of fiction writer stealing ideas from another fiction writer, but who made them famous?

The Publisher.

I'm sure, if I had the right publisher, I would be a household name by now. Maybe if I shit in my pants and sit in it, starve myself into seeing things while drunk and fucked up, I might get a break in big time sales of my work. It certainly worked for dead crazy people.

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