Here's Why Your Life is Difficult

Send money and skydaddy will fulfill all your needs.

A few days ago, my niece posted the following as her Facebook status:  "I sometimes wonder why my life is so difficult. I sometimes don't understand this world. I wonder..."  Since I don't think I could say something nice to that, I opted to say nothing at all.  This is one of those situations where it's probably not the time or place.  This particular niece is going through a bad depression, as her mother died approximately six months ago (see my previous blog Eulogy for my Sister-in-Law), and she has a host of other problems.  She was born with physical handicaps - one side of her body is notably smaller that the other.  She has a heart of gold, but mentally, she's a bit slow - not retarded, but a bit slow.  The combination of the good heart and being mentally slow, along with self-esteem issues because of her physical appearance, have rendered her easy prey for the pray.

Like her mother and her grandmother before her, she's horribly infected with the god virus.  I look at these three women and I daresay the god virus is a terminal illness.  I watched my mother-in-law and then my sister-in-law put all their eggs into the skydaddy basket to their own detriment.  Waiting on skydaddy to heal breast cancer shaved years off both their lives.  They both thought all they had to do was pray and believe skydaddy would heal them and they were healed.  It's that whole faith the size of a mustard seed bullshit.  While that faith the size of a mustard seed didn't do jack shit, those tumors the size of a mustard seed grew and becamer something much larger and took on a life of their own until they took the life of their host.  While arguably there is an element of malpractice where my sister-in-law is concerned, had she dealt with the cancer years earlier when it was first detected instead of waiting on skydaddy to do something, the malpractice wouldn't have been an issue because she wouldn't have been in the position for it to happen.  No, I'm not blaming her for what happened, but I'm having trouble getting past that anger stage of grief.  But for the god virus, she would more than likely still be here.  I'm angry with those who spread the god virus.  I'm angry with those who use fear and greed to proliferate the god virus.  I fucking hate those who have profited from infecting others with the god virus. 

This particular niece has possibly one of the worst doses of god virus I've ever seen.  There have been times that but for moving in with relatives, she would have been homeless because of the god virus.  She literally gives ALL of her money to TV preachers.  They talk about how skydaddy will reward you one hundredfold for all you give to him, so she gives all and then gets nothing in return.  She is what the fuckers who profit from spreading the god virus look to find.  Not too smart, self-esteem issues, and people who occupy a significant place in her life who not also fit that bill, but are also ate up with the god virus.  She'd actually gone for quite a while that she was doing alright.  She still believed in skydaddy and all that good stuff, but not to her own detriment.  Since the death of her mother, she's had a bad relapse and is once again starting to reach the point of causing herself harm.  Bear in mind, harm isn't always physical.  She has lost the roof over her head and as I understand is couch surfing, and I note that every day on Facebook she posts some praise skydaddy something as her status.  I hold my tounge for a variety of reasons.  My biggest reason is that if thinking that her mother is in heaven where everything is all that the preachers say it is gives her some comfort in grieving, let her have it.  My other reason is that anything anti-skydaddy I might say would create hard feelings and ill will where it's best to not have those things.  In another time and place, however, I'd probably scream:  "Your life is a clusterfuck because you've given up, sat on your ass, and expect your imaginary skydaddy to provide all your needs for your entire existence.  The fucker isn't there.  He doesn't exist, and if he did exist, he's a bastard and he would touch himself at the thought of telling you no every time you ask for something.  He'd flat out beat his meat watching you suffer because of his no answer.  Don't believe me?  Read the fucking bible.  No, really, read it.  Don't tell me what your pastor said about it.  Read it.  Look at how he gets off on hurting people.  The sooner you realize that the bible is nothing more than man's account of war and natural disaster and using a made-up deity and a made-up demon as a scapegoat for it all, the better off you'll be.  Snap the fuck out of it."

All factors considered, that conversation won't take place.  In the alternative, I'd like to kick every living preacher square in the nuts...repeatedly.  They do this kind of harm to people with no remorse.  It doesn't bother them to take from someone who doesn't have it to give and simply tell the poor soul skydaddy will bless them.