Iron, Novocaine

Chapter 57

57:4 heh heh, god is firmly established on the throne, heh heh.

57:8 & 10. LOL, why don't we bleeve? Lol.

^57:8 What cause have ye why ye should not believe in Allah.

Uhhh, cuz it's stupid?

^57:10 And what cause have ye why ye should not spend in the cause of Allah.

Mmmm, you know the cause where I don't take my money out in the back yard and make a bonfire with it? That cause, dumbass.

57:12-15 is a bunch of gloating over other people that are suffering in hell, taunting them, really awful. Hate the sin and taunt the sinners, yessir, that's old all-merciful allah & co.

57:20 a nice piece of projection; life is nothing but pomp and boasting .... I suppose that's true when you're the leader of a cult. For the rest of us, not so much. Whatever, dude.

Line 22 is pretty clear---no free will , everything's prewritten in the holy tablets in the sky

^57:22 No misfortune can happen on earth or in your souls but is recorded in a decree before We bring it into existence:

LOL it's the divine plan:

Remember that? The Divine Plan. Long time ago, God made a Divine Plan. Gave it a lot of thought, decided it was a good plan, put it into practice. And for billions and billions of years, the Divine Plan has been doing just fine. Now, you come along, and pray for something. Well suppose the thing you want isn't in God's Divine Plan? What do you want Him to do? Change His plan? Just for you? Doesn't it seem a little arrogant? It's a Divine Plan. What's the use of being God if every run-down shmuck with a two-dollar prayerbook can come along and fuck up Your Plan?”

George Carlin
On Religion

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57:25 is a history lesson. God sent down a book, a balance, & iron(!) so he wants us to worship him. Notice god's priorities here:

[057:025]  ... and WE sent down iron, wherein is material for violent warfare and diverse uses for mankind,

Cheez, we're supposed to fall down with gratitude to the guy for making better genocide? Not gunpowder or even stainless steel either, just crummy old iron. Probably rusty. You want me to worship you, buddy? Send Penicillin, send birth control, send ziplock plastic bags and indoor plumbing. Iron? Sheee-it. My dentist sends down Novocaine; line up behind her, you loser.