Showing posts with label Control. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Control. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

The Truth about God

God was invented in a vat in an Ancient Kingdom it what is now North Korea - this is the real reason the West is threatening them with war and declaring the region a "Rogue State". God escaped from the underground facility containing the Holy Vat in which He was Born (so he styled his birthplace) and started wreaking havoc and reaping worship across all continents of the Earth.

One of the first Acts of God was that he destroy the facility in which he was created. This started a serious of chain reactions of hyper-destructive power that shifted the continents and caused nuclear explosions across the face of the Earth. One such explosion situated in the Gobi Desert was responsible for creating the white man, dated at 30,000 years ago by serious researchers of the matter such as Bill Lee[1] and Brion Gysin. Thus the White Race were a complete accident, and not at all the descendants of the warmongering extra-terrestrial beings from whom they claim their heritage.

The next few Acts of God were the installations of the various religions that upheld Him, so that the Earthlings gave him many things. For a little while, the old gods allowed this ragamuffin God of earth to walk amongst the Earthlings[2], and God did travel from place to place convincing humans to worship Him and give him all their stuff, and Women, so he could rape them[2]. Eventually the other, older goddesses (and gods) saw Him for the self-centred wanker that He is, and trapped him in a locked Spaceship currently in orbit of Saturn, along with all the other spiritual criminals of the solar system.

The prehistoric upheaval caused by the willful destruction of God's cage, by Him, wiped out much of the then highly advanced cultures of the time period. The peoples who remained afterwards tried to remember the story of God and how He destroyed the Earth, but over time the memory turned to legend, and legend faded to myth[3].

And the Holy Vat in which He was born became lost in translation, and it became "a well"
And when the wells dried up because of God's wrath and destruction the wells became empty.
And Emptiness is Godliness[4], which is also Nothingness - there was nothing in the wells
And so it came to be said that God was born of Nothing

After God was thrown in prison for his Criminal Spirituality[5], people were worried, for they had come to depend on God and His power. The priests of Him had a council, deep underground near the traditionally accepted birthplace of God's - though back then they were way off on where the Holy Vat had been and had settled in Sumer instead of Korea. These priests of He decided that the best thing to do (for them) would be to continue on with the traditions business as usual. Conservatism was born, and the upholding of the Old Ways and Following Tradition became the new Law, and these priests claimed this Law came from God. The Priests of He did say that they spoke for Him, and asked for many things and most of the stuff, and they became rich and well-laid, for playing God.

So the human race was enslaved to a Law made up by priests that has very little to do with God directly. Money shortly followed, and a building project was soon implemented to stratify all the corners of the earth. Meanwhile God heard about these happenings in his orbit-prison of Saturn, and He was pleased.

  1. Exterminator, William S Burroughs, 1973
  2. New World Translation of the Holy Scriptures, God, Revised 1984 edition
  3. The Eye of the World, Robert Jordan, 1990
  4. Zero, Smashing Pumpkins, 1996
  5. Biblios Infinitas Quantimotheos, Quantim McLoud, 2580AD

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Return to Lat-Nam (some fiction)

Meanwhile in Nat-Lam the Sorting continues in the Halls of Sorting as usual of course, several hundred drone humanoids ensuring that Everything is in its Right Place, led by SortMasters with monocles, top hats & cracking whips occasionally, shouting above the humdrum of hands moving voices speaking, click clack of objects thrown into trays on conveyor belts, a lone voice shouts from a podium in the centre of the room, booming his self-importance with every word through a megaphone.

"Differentiate the Product from the Brand & enstate the Brand above the Product & divide the products ad infinitum," shouts a fat purple lipped mouth below a golden ringed eye (of brown proportions), "Ensure the delivery of The Service to ensure that WE get The Job DONE!"

after sporadic cheers from isolated groups of semi-motivated Junior sorters, he lowers his megaphone & strokes his bulbous belly, smug like his father's father before him. The Taskmaster walked off of his dais & walked down the sorting lines, grinning under a swollen nose at the Juniors telling their ghetto stories.

"I once saw a crack addict in pain on the subway. He was hard on the powder & talking to himself like, all crazy-stranger on subway guy, then he pulls out this knife & stabs himself in the thigh! Then he like grabs his leg in pain with both hands and starts shaking about, howling. Like i said, i once saw a crack addict on the subway in pain."
"what happened next?"
"dunno, i got off at the next stop. He was still howling like a goose"

A SortMaster cracks his whip at the junior as the Taskmaster leaves the room.