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Limbo Of A Salesman

April 2, 2018

Continued from Death of a salesman.

 

The worst cliché.

God “sacrificed” his only son

Stretches the infinite elastic band of cognitive dissonance to its breaking point, trying to wrap any kind of awareness that that phrase invokes any truth or reasons why.

“God sounds kinda like a shitty father to me. If God was so powerful why’d he have to give his son up?

It sounds like God owed someone some money and they couldn’t get to him, so they murked his son. That’s what I really think happened.

Jesus got stabbed up in an alley… but it’s easier to sell crucifixes. You can’t sell a pendant of someone getting shanked up In the alley. It’s a marketing scheme.”

Hannibal Buress

Before writing these posts (Which, started in one direction, it had actually taken a political turn, but ended up here.) I only barely had a vague idea of why Jesus was crucified, except it is a dramatic scene in Jesus Christ Superstar.

After Googling it, I am even more confused. Perhaps I am just getting hung up on the language used.  Words like “according”. According to “x”, Jesus was crucified for eating with tax collectors and thieves. (One in the same, essentially)

“Biblically attributed”, boils down to according to a book, which was not written, anywhere near the time it occurred rather years later after being aurally passed down “telephone game” style.

Also, that it was originally written in at least three different languages Aramaic,  Hebrew and Greek . Darn that tower of Babel incident. Any chance that some of those “facts”, were lost in translation?

“I was over in Australia during easter, which was intersting. Interesting to note they celebrate Easter the same way we do; commemorating the death and resurrection of Jesus by telling our children a giant bunny rabbit left chocolate eggs in the night.

Now, I wonder why we’re #ucked up as a race, anybody? Anybody got any clues out there?

Where do you get this shit from you know? Why those two things you know?

Why not ‘Goldfish left Lincoln Logs in your sock drawer’ you know? As long as we’re making shit up, go hog wild you know. At least a goldfish with a Lincoln Log on it’s back goin’ across your floor to your sock drawer has a miraculous conotation to it.

‘Mummy, I woke today and there was a Lincoln Log in me sock drawer!’.

‘That’s the story of Jesus’.

Who comes up with this shit?! I’ve read the Bible. I can’t find the words ‘bunny’ or ‘chocolate’ anywhere in that #ucking book”.

– Bill Hicks

I’ve listened to a large portion of the Bible via the “Bible in 90 Days”, haven’t heard that reference either. Still waiting for the suspended disbelief to come down, so I can finish it.

“A hell doesn’t exist.”

– Pope Francis

Whew, maybe now I can finish listening.

 

There is light at the end of the tunnel.

Continued in part 3 Resurrection of a salesperson.

 

 

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