This will be a peek into one of my neuroses.
I was raised Christian and still am a (reluctant) Christian. I was reared in puritanical morality. I was raised to be obedient, to fathers, teachers, pastors, the State. When puberty came, with the lust for life and the healthy rebellion that accompanies it, I began to download countless obscure mp3s and arcane video game ROMs. I live in a third would country. Media is expensive here, particularly the esoteric media I like to consume. But thanks to piracy my pop culture erudition was quickly expanding. The flower of my soul was blossoming beautifully. Strange shapes and novel hues. We are all singular specimens as we follow our bliss. Here and nowhere else lies the glory of Creation.
Then came the night terrors. I rebuked the spectre in the name of Jesus and it fled. Then I knew I had to make a bonfire of the vanities. All those pre-baptism testimonies had fed me the script. My Radiohead and Pixies CDs and my Castlevania and Final Fantasy games went into the flames and my media collection was deleted into oblivion. I was 16. A few years later I learned that a lot of pious Christians do listen to secular bands and play vydia. That there's no need for such strictness. So I decided to get back into those things. But I had to pirate. I asked my pastors and my online Christian father figures what I should do. They all said it's a sin because of Romans 13. A passage I wish I could rip from the Bible and burn. I would strangle the apostle Paul to death if I could. The scrawny rambling weirdo.
That's the verdict with all the Christian luminaries. The simpering Protestant pastors and the Catholic priests in their solemn cassocks. They all sternly forbid file-sharing. I thought Christians were supposed to share but turns out it's against the law. John MacArthur outright said somewhere that Christians in the USSR should follow Soviet laws with utmost strictness. Which is insanity. Those laws are not meant to be followed. All Soviet citizens knew it. These laws are de jure but not the facto. How does this low IQ old geezer pastor does not know this. Probably because he's a low IQ old geezer. And yet he's a leader with a numerous flock. And there are many like him. Blind leading the blind.
Zizek the shrewd communist luminary talks about this. Some laws back in socialist Eastern Europe were not meant to be heeded. But nobody said so. You had to know it. That's what Zizek says. There's the law on paper and there's the tacit law and the tacit law is this: you do not follow the law on paper. A matter of survival. No one talks about it, everybody knows it. I tried talking about this subject with Christians online. Lenghty debates. What a bunch of f%cking lemmings. You can't get a single point into their thick skulls. They cling to the Normie Catechism tooth and nail. Treat you a leper if you stray one inch. "It's wrong because it's wrong and you know it."
Those Christians are mostly American, by the way. Most Christians on the anglophone internet are. And this has stoked my hate for America. I used to love America and I now hate it. The fascination is gone. A country of hard-hearted boors. Philistines and Pharisees the lot of them. The Christians anyway. I'm beginning to sympathize with liberals. Never thought the day would come.
Anyway my scrupulosity has grown byzantine. It's grown so bad I want to kill myself. I feel guilty for everything but I know my guilt is ridiculous. I feel guilty for pirating Windows but I know Bill Gates is outright killing millions and millions of people. I know my guilt is ret@rded. This causes me great shame. My dignity is gone. It has been destroyed. Cannot even walk with good posture. I am a downcast man. Cast into the pit of ignominy. A promising youth turned neurotic wreck.
The guilt has grown weird. A tyrant in my brain, a sadistic superego. Because I know too well that the law is aligned with the beast system, I feel guilty when wandering into vaguely clandestine places. I feel guilty for using Yandex or buying things at stores in the outskirts of the city. This is a ret@rded guilt. It should be the other way around. My conscience should approve of using the clandestine website and helping the little store. But my conscience is ret@rded. Forgive my language. Only harsh language is faithful to reality here. I don't want to soften it. I want to be sincere. It was made ret@rded by Christianity. Christianity has implanted a cruel and inhuman tyrant in my mind. If an activity is noble and worth pursuing this tyrant will punish me. If the activity is base and vulgar and a complete waste of time the tyrant will leave me alone.
Jesus thundered against the Pharisees but the Pharisees were simply pious Jews. Today's pious Catholics are exactly like the Pharisees of Gospel times, obsessed with rules and ever scowling at those who would transgress the smallest of those rules. But where's the new Jesus who will set them straight? Around Jesus' new religion a new Pharisaism coalesced. Who is the new prophet who will splinter this stultifying crust that has accrued around the core of Jesus' message? Who will rail against pastors who pontificate against jaywalking even as they live in sumptuous mansions? Against the priests who pontificate against file-sharing even as their seminary colleagues thrust their boners into little boys' mouths? I have to use strong language. Let's not temper the language. Let's speak like the Old Testament prophets. Let's use blunt words. Let's paint a realistic picture so that the truth may set us free. Who will deliver Christian morality from the smegma of scrupulosity that now covers its every jot and tittle and restore it to a true law of love rather than scruple, of empathy rather than stiff-lipped legalism?
Zoom out and the pattern becomes clear. Religions are traps. Burning gospels of love soon wax cold and turn to stone, tablets of stone, hard and heavy decalogues with their endless webs of talmudic implications. Endless chains of moralistic implications which are the chains of a prison. Syllogism by syllogism Catholic moralists arrive at the conclusion that every act that can be named is a sin. A sin to then be classified into mortal or venial. Holiness is self-obliteration. No new prophet will arrive to overthrow the current system. Jesus might as well be an alien. Christianity might as well be an alien deception. And so here we are. Remain a mere pew-warmer and you stay within the walls of orthodoxy, but follow the religion as strictly as you can and you end up a lunatic. And then you begin to wonder if this Jesus guy is really all that loving. Something here is off. There's something wrong with Christianity.
I was raised Christian and still am a (reluctant) Christian. I was reared in puritanical morality. I was raised to be obedient, to fathers, teachers, pastors, the State. When puberty came, with the lust for life and the healthy rebellion that accompanies it, I began to download countless obscure mp3s and arcane video game ROMs. I live in a third would country. Media is expensive here, particularly the esoteric media I like to consume. But thanks to piracy my pop culture erudition was quickly expanding. The flower of my soul was blossoming beautifully. Strange shapes and novel hues. We are all singular specimens as we follow our bliss. Here and nowhere else lies the glory of Creation.
Then came the night terrors. I rebuked the spectre in the name of Jesus and it fled. Then I knew I had to make a bonfire of the vanities. All those pre-baptism testimonies had fed me the script. My Radiohead and Pixies CDs and my Castlevania and Final Fantasy games went into the flames and my media collection was deleted into oblivion. I was 16. A few years later I learned that a lot of pious Christians do listen to secular bands and play vydia. That there's no need for such strictness. So I decided to get back into those things. But I had to pirate. I asked my pastors and my online Christian father figures what I should do. They all said it's a sin because of Romans 13. A passage I wish I could rip from the Bible and burn. I would strangle the apostle Paul to death if I could. The scrawny rambling weirdo.
That's the verdict with all the Christian luminaries. The simpering Protestant pastors and the Catholic priests in their solemn cassocks. They all sternly forbid file-sharing. I thought Christians were supposed to share but turns out it's against the law. John MacArthur outright said somewhere that Christians in the USSR should follow Soviet laws with utmost strictness. Which is insanity. Those laws are not meant to be followed. All Soviet citizens knew it. These laws are de jure but not the facto. How does this low IQ old geezer pastor does not know this. Probably because he's a low IQ old geezer. And yet he's a leader with a numerous flock. And there are many like him. Blind leading the blind.
Zizek the shrewd communist luminary talks about this. Some laws back in socialist Eastern Europe were not meant to be heeded. But nobody said so. You had to know it. That's what Zizek says. There's the law on paper and there's the tacit law and the tacit law is this: you do not follow the law on paper. A matter of survival. No one talks about it, everybody knows it. I tried talking about this subject with Christians online. Lenghty debates. What a bunch of f%cking lemmings. You can't get a single point into their thick skulls. They cling to the Normie Catechism tooth and nail. Treat you a leper if you stray one inch. "It's wrong because it's wrong and you know it."
Those Christians are mostly American, by the way. Most Christians on the anglophone internet are. And this has stoked my hate for America. I used to love America and I now hate it. The fascination is gone. A country of hard-hearted boors. Philistines and Pharisees the lot of them. The Christians anyway. I'm beginning to sympathize with liberals. Never thought the day would come.
Anyway my scrupulosity has grown byzantine. It's grown so bad I want to kill myself. I feel guilty for everything but I know my guilt is ridiculous. I feel guilty for pirating Windows but I know Bill Gates is outright killing millions and millions of people. I know my guilt is ret@rded. This causes me great shame. My dignity is gone. It has been destroyed. Cannot even walk with good posture. I am a downcast man. Cast into the pit of ignominy. A promising youth turned neurotic wreck.
The guilt has grown weird. A tyrant in my brain, a sadistic superego. Because I know too well that the law is aligned with the beast system, I feel guilty when wandering into vaguely clandestine places. I feel guilty for using Yandex or buying things at stores in the outskirts of the city. This is a ret@rded guilt. It should be the other way around. My conscience should approve of using the clandestine website and helping the little store. But my conscience is ret@rded. Forgive my language. Only harsh language is faithful to reality here. I don't want to soften it. I want to be sincere. It was made ret@rded by Christianity. Christianity has implanted a cruel and inhuman tyrant in my mind. If an activity is noble and worth pursuing this tyrant will punish me. If the activity is base and vulgar and a complete waste of time the tyrant will leave me alone.
Jesus thundered against the Pharisees but the Pharisees were simply pious Jews. Today's pious Catholics are exactly like the Pharisees of Gospel times, obsessed with rules and ever scowling at those who would transgress the smallest of those rules. But where's the new Jesus who will set them straight? Around Jesus' new religion a new Pharisaism coalesced. Who is the new prophet who will splinter this stultifying crust that has accrued around the core of Jesus' message? Who will rail against pastors who pontificate against jaywalking even as they live in sumptuous mansions? Against the priests who pontificate against file-sharing even as their seminary colleagues thrust their boners into little boys' mouths? I have to use strong language. Let's not temper the language. Let's speak like the Old Testament prophets. Let's use blunt words. Let's paint a realistic picture so that the truth may set us free. Who will deliver Christian morality from the smegma of scrupulosity that now covers its every jot and tittle and restore it to a true law of love rather than scruple, of empathy rather than stiff-lipped legalism?
Zoom out and the pattern becomes clear. Religions are traps. Burning gospels of love soon wax cold and turn to stone, tablets of stone, hard and heavy decalogues with their endless webs of talmudic implications. Endless chains of moralistic implications which are the chains of a prison. Syllogism by syllogism Catholic moralists arrive at the conclusion that every act that can be named is a sin. A sin to then be classified into mortal or venial. Holiness is self-obliteration. No new prophet will arrive to overthrow the current system. Jesus might as well be an alien. Christianity might as well be an alien deception. And so here we are. Remain a mere pew-warmer and you stay within the walls of orthodoxy, but follow the religion as strictly as you can and you end up a lunatic. And then you begin to wonder if this Jesus guy is really all that loving. Something here is off. There's something wrong with Christianity.
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