Jesus Christ Lies Through His Teeth

[Douglas Mercer]

Douglas Mercer
June 12 2024

The long-haired vagabond sandal wearing philosopher who goes by the preposterous and overblown name of “Jesus Christ” was not above telling some fibs in order to pull the wool over the eyes of his sheep. In fact his whole philosophy is a tissue of lies built on that house where the sand is that he warned about. He said the meek will inherit the earth and that the first will be last, he said you have to love your enemies and if worse advice has ever been given on this lovely violet blue planet I bet you’ve never heard of it. His whole shtick on earth was to kiss lepers and exalt the deformed and diseased as if the halt, the lame, and the losers of the world were sacred. What a sick philosophy this was, the overturning of the heroic values of the White race and putting in its place in the pantheon the figure of the victim. Anyone with two decent eyes and even a glint of suspicion in his heart can see through this maudlin claptrap in around one second flat. Any people who subscribe to this muck will tend over time to be sapped of energy, enervated of spirit, and in the doldrums of life. Through the moral equivalent of putting a bullet through one’s own head this people will have rendered themselves useless on the world’s stage and soon enough some strong people will knock them off into the dust pile where they belong. For nature and the god that created it are an impersonal force that still has a kind of consciousness or a consciousness that is beyond what we know as consciousness, and it rewards those who follow its design; nature respects and allows to thrive and flourish only the strong and the courageous and the ones who work implacably to flow ever upward; but Jesus foisted on his soul sick flock the notion that one should care not for tomorrow, that one should “trust” in his power, that one should not take the basic steps to think about and secure the valued future. He told people that birds of the air neither sow nor reap and yet God takes care of them—and does not God love you more than them? So don’t worry, just relax, just take it easy, don’t work and struggle, all will be well. What a pile of steaming dung that is in terms of advice; that’s advice that will send one to a pauper’s grave. And anyway you can see the seducer like nature of the man in his straw man predicate: the notion that birds don’t work. Not true—and you should never trust a liar. Of course birds work, bird word ceaselessly and without let up. They build nests, they fly, they care for their young, they search for food. In short a bird who does not work is a dead bird. So the whole theory of this Jesus fellow is a nonsensical house of cards that will blow over with the first small breeze. You tell one lie you will tell a hundred, each one bigger than the last, which is pretty decent description of the trash novella that goes by the name of New Testament. The wonder is that such treacly nonsense was ever deemed soulful and beautiful and let alone deep. Rather it’s the work of a spiritual card shark, one that will rob you blind if you are not wise to his ways; and if you don’t leave him cold at that altar he beckons you to the life you ruin will be your own.

[Douglas Mercer]