For social immunity, once in a blue moon I roll through the gates of the house of the dead “church”.
Find myself and my lot a secluded pew and go through the motions, appropriate mournful poses and sympathetic noises the entire gimmick.
Try as I can I seem to fail to can my damned to abyss humor, I keenly watch the preacher’s garments as well as the majority of the congregation. The disparity is glaring to say the least.
Might be my skewed perception but I often find myself silently mouthing the phrase ‘bullshit’ whenever an overzealous member utters something inversely proportional to logic, which is a lot of times so to throw people off I say amen a tad bit loudly.
I find that faith is often a drug a potent one mind you, seeing the amounts the feens fork out.
The deliberate misconstruction of reality is vomit inspiring.
For the sake of future generations I hope we will get through this charade of a heavenly folk busy collecting funds to stay the devil.
We must build a stronger class of responsible humans who understand choices have consequences, and thus will stop hiding beneath superstitions.
For the life of me I cannot understand how black people worship a god who condones slavery, which to add insult to injury was rammed down their throats by slave owners
I have been looking for Harisom Mumias handle on the vllage now I got it. The nigga spew knowledge and brilliance I admire his intelligence but hardly subscribe to his school of thought. I am half christian but I never go to church, I stopped going to church when pastor purchased a house worth 40M and car worth 20M