I am really not using the 1 year anniversary of the Boston Bombing as an excuse, or platform to push my beliefs. It’s just what I can’t get out of my head. What I still can’t comprehend. Sorry.
After a brilliant eclipse of the moon last night, which I am sure some will explain as God’s work, I woke this morning remembering the tragedy in Boston. (Like just about everyone else.)
Every loss of life is equal and tragic. (Except for the fucking dinglenut assholes who cause them. Let them die and suffer.)
Of course it is much harder to see when a young person is robbed of life, like Martin Richards. (The 8 year old boy who lost his life in the Boston Marathon.)
As humans, as it turns out, we feel.
I felt so much anguish over this total unnecessary loss, that I wrote a song for Martin….called “Martin”. This blog is also not a launching pad to share my song.
And if I wrote a song over every violent act and death, my albums would be almost as depressing as they are already from break-ups. (too soon?)
Back to my title.
How do people still believe in God after events like Boston Bombing, 911, and the Holocaust?
Yeah, yeah, “faith”.
Well, I don’t have any.
You know what I believe in? The goodness of PEOPLE. (Yeah, yeah, made in “God’s image”)
God’s image, my ass. If that is the case, no wonder we are a violent society, full of psychopaths. According to the bible, (Oh shit. I forgot to capitalize bible. Watch out for the lightening…pause…I’m still here!) God has done some pretty, pretty fucked-up things that I wouldn’t want written about me.
Again, I’m not trying to preach here. This morning my objective was to pay my respects, once again, to the families of those who lost their loved ones, or suffered during the Boston Marathon. I am so sorry this happened to you and our city. (I grew up there.)
Last night when I looked at that spectacular eclipse, I wasn’t thinking “Wow, this is another one of God’s creations.” I was thinking, it totally sucks that Martin Richards will never get to see this.
Anyone can write a puff piece to make everyone feel all warm and sentimental with beautiful stories. And there are many.
What’s my point?
When are people going to just believe in themselves enough where they don’t need the crutch of believing in a God? (Yeah, yeah, your God…the only one. Oh! And your’s, too. How silly of me.)
MY heart goes out to all of the victims. MY love is felt for them, and the world. MY actions try to make a difference.
I read a post, ironically, this morning, from someone I wrote about this week, Clarence Clemons, III.
It read, “Where is God when you need him?”
My response? “We are our own gods. We are all are own universe. It’s within you to have the power you seek.”
I’m not trying to be Yoda, or anything. It’s just my opinion. And there were tons of Godish Pep talk comments, and quotes from the Bible. (I’m not trying to be disrespectful when I roll my eyeballs. Did God make me do that?) I’m hearing Geraldine, AKA Flip Wilson, in my head, from Laugh-In. “The devil made me do it”….question mark.
I understand when people feel so low, they feel they have nowhere to turn, so they do the S.O.P.
But, the S.O.P, “It’s all in God’s plan…everything happens for a reason”, is complete bullshit.
Shit happens for NO REASON…other than the reason that some people are totally fucked in the head, and do really stupid things. (i.e., God is stupid, if man is made in his image.) (At least women aren’t!)
Those kids were fucking stupid who planted the bomb in Boston a year ago. And Idiots who strap bombs to their bodies in the name of God are fucking morons. And people who try to wipe out an entire race are evil.
Of course I grew up believing in God, because that is what I was taught. But as early as my twenties, I said, “Hold the Bus” when I was not comprehending the day-to-day tragedies I’d hear about on the News.
I guess….I resent religion. I think it fucks up the world. Yeah, yeah, religious organizations do really good things. No. PEOPLE DO GOOD THINGS.
Thank you, people. Thank you, nature. Thank you, the tangible. (I couldn’t actually touch the moon last night, but I saw it, and it touched me!) And MY heart goes out to Boston today, and to all people who could not see this moon, because their lives were robbed by stupid people. (My heart, along with “prayers”, won’t bring them back. How’s that for a puff piece?)