(June 12, 2016 at 7:31 pm)drfuzzy Wrote: This resonates with me, as someone who was raised by a very violent and abusive Mother. I was required to call her "Ma'am", kiss her goodnight, and say "I love you". Of course, I knew that if I didn't, I would get my head put through the nearest wall. Did I want her to love me? Oh yes. And I desperately wanted to not have to be afraid anymore. That never happened.How true. An abusive god created by a society that thought parents and husbands owned their children and wives and were justified in whatever they wanted to do. Such a religion has no place in the 21st century.
It strikes me as much the same with the god concept. Sure, you're supposed to praise because you have been "saved" from the ultimate eternal torture. (Similar to "Yay, she didn't hit me today.") But there is this constant message of being born FILTHY and sinful, the constant fear of being truly unworthy and disobedient, and the constant begging for forgiveness and promises to do better.
You're worthless, the only thing that makes you not worthless is ME, and you if you don't obey me every second I may have to torture you forever no matter what you say.
It also sounds a lot like an abusive husband.
The whole thing about worthlessness is the same tactic used in commercial advertising. "You're inadequate. You don't have what it takes and you never will unless you buy what we're selling."
The god who allows children to be raped out of respect for the free will choice of the rapist, but punishes gay men for engaging in mutually consensual sex couldn't possibly be responsible for an intelligently designed universe.
I may defend your right to free speech, but i won't help you pass out flyers.
Those who can make you believe absurdities, can make you commit atrocities.
--Voltaire
Nietzsche isn't dead. How do I know he lives? He lives in my mind.
I may defend your right to free speech, but i won't help you pass out flyers.
Those who can make you believe absurdities, can make you commit atrocities.
--Voltaire
Nietzsche isn't dead. How do I know he lives? He lives in my mind.