the crucifixion is a dead end

i don't know what's wrong with the christian religions. i don't get how they can turn a perfectly amazing philosophy into a turgid approbation of torturous imaginings. do buddhists have this same problem? i don't know. i'm christian. at least i think i am. does a buddhist go to her temple and stare at pictures of misery and injustice? not hardly. so why do we? how can we associate ourselves with this idea that we are not worthy except through the disgusting murder of a saintly teacher king? how can his sacrifice be justified, even at the buying of ALL our souls? frankly, scarlet, i don't want him to do that. i want him to hang and let us all take our small share of sacrifice and pain and live happily ever after with one another without torture, without racing towards self-annihilation and calling it god's call.

there is so much about the crucifixion that is so wrong. first just doing it to anyone sucks. thank heavens we have amnesty international now and make some attempt to rescue people from random acts of excessive violence. then is the problem of whether the jesus dude was the one sacrificed that day or if he ran off with his wife mary magdalene and founded the carolingian dynasty which led to charlemagne, most of us had to learn about him in school. and he was all for this whole catholic thing going on at the time. so that could be myth too. not urban myth because there really wasn't much urban in those days further west than italy. then, third, there is the whole thing about the way christians celebrate the cross. it's gross. we kiss it. we carry it. we beg to have one of our very own to carry. ok, weirder and weirder. because, if indeed he did do this so we wouldn't have to then why are we doing it too? makes no sense at all. the only thing i can think that works about the crucifixion is that it grinds into the brain with blinding clarity that no good deed goes unpunished so anyone, anyone with half a brain is going to run as fast as they can in the opposite direction and have some fun in life.

there is an angry god on the loose. he needs to be brought to a safe harbor or pasture or black hole and laid to rest. his rampaging is ruining the neighborhood, disturbing the peace, altering the atmosphere into fear and despair. we must lay this angry god down to rest. he needs to sleep for a long time and recharge and channel his rage, gear it down from rage, to frustration, back to despair, down to irritation, then, through discipline to joy.