Within the last 100 years, there have been two major atrocities that are closest to indisputable proof that religion is anachronistic madness. One was the Holocaust, where Jehovah’s own ‘chosen people’ were led, driven, or herded to slaughter in the millions. No divine hand parted the clouds to save a single life: no booming voice sundered the heavens to declare “let my people go!”, no ethereal avatar swam in from the sunlit horizon to save anyone.
And then, there was that infamous day, 9/11. Where thousands plummeted to their deaths, bodies rained from the skies, as two large towers belched the smoke of their demise as they crumbled. And again, no winged figures descended from the skies to save people, no bellow of divine anger to shake the foundations of the world, no angels shed a single tear, for there are no such things. Only death and dust and the screaming of the fallen suddenly halted on impact, the wailing and the funereal dirge.
Never forget: never forgive. Remember, remember, the 11th of September.
Till the next post, then.