‘Sblood, but you will not hear me….”
~ Iago in Shakespeare’s Othello, Act 1, Scene 1
Sometimes I torture myself by reading various blogs and their comments sections. The comments section is the most valuable part of some blogs; on others, the comments undermine and distract the message being attempted by the blogger.
This morning, while scrolling through the comments on a blog post in which the fecklessness of modern Christianity was being discussed, I noticed this conversation-stopping remark:
Well, don’t forget that Jesus was a Jew.
The eyes cross, the breath leaves the body in a bitter sigh….
After digesting that comment and the predicable back-and-forth that followed it, I was tempted to write a comment of my own. Then I decided to instead write a post here. And then I scrapped both ideas.
Time was, I would have attacked me some presuppositions. I would have demonstrated some erroneous information, some false statements, some faulty reasoning, and then I would have laid out my case.
But why? I mean, no one really cares, anyway. Most of us read blogs either to (a) find something that concisely articulates what we already believe or (b) find something against which we can rage and to which we can point as evidence of the nearness of the apocalypse. Logic doesn’t matter, rhetoric doesn’t matter, fact doesn’t matter, truth doesn’t matter. What matters is that we agree with X, and/or that Y agrees with us.
So the days of even considering a systematic refutation of what someone else writes are over…they have gone down in the West. I don’t do it anymore.
But what I will do is simply say what my instinct, my spirit, dictates. And on this issue of Jesus being a Jew, here’s what my spirit says:
Based on my adult lifetime of reading, research, conversations, and meditations on this topic, I do not for one minute believe that Jesus of Nazareth was a Jew, if “Jew” means “a member of the same tribe to which Steven Spielberg and Smealy Boteach and Golda Mier and Harvey Weinstein and Bill Maher belong.” I do not believe that He was a member of a tribe that I believe historical record shows are Babylonian Talmudic Pharisees, a troublesome mixed multitude that for various self-advantageous reasons embraced the Hebrew religion long ago.
But….I could be wrong.
And if I am wrong, then I absolutely and deliberately reject Him and any connection to Him.
I will not and cannot show reverence to — much less bow the knee to and adore — a member of a group that my own highly-trusted instinct says are a collection of vile, repugnant, destroying parasites. There are no exceptions. If Jesus is one of them, I want nothing to do with him.
If I am to be cast into a vast barbecue pit and tortured for all eternity because my finite and flawed human mind cannot separate the concept of Jewishness from the Susan Sontags and Rahm Emmanuels of the world, then so be it. If God loves those vermin more than He loves me and my people (and it seems that He just might….after all, who has all the visible blessings and advantages in this world?), then so be it. I reject Him as well.
If God Himself appeared to me at this moment in a burning bush or a burning bagel and intoned, “Yes, the Hebrew people of whom you have read are the ancestors of today’s Jews, and my beloved Son is one of them, and you must worship Him,” I would spit and turn my back on Him and become the most consistent fucking Odinist the world has ever seen. To accept and worship a Jew as my Savior and King would be akin to forgiving and befriending a nigger who tried to rape my sister.
This is not a tantrum, and anyone who suggests that it is can go fuck themselves in the same dank corner of the internet where the cucked evangelicals and Israel Firsters congregate. This is the plain, bare, undiluted truth. I have sought God through a relationship with His Son all of my life since I was eleven years old. If He exists, then He knows the sincerity of my heart. And the sincerity of my heart is this: I cannot and will not worship a Jew (see my above definition). I may be wrong, but if so, I am sincerely wrong. This is in contrast to the pew-sitting churchcucks of today, who have no fucking idea what they believe or why they believe it, if some seminary boy didn’t spoonfeed it to them.
So much of what is wrong with men today, with Western civilization today, with the Christian world today, can be traced to a pathological fear of getting in trouble. “Better not say that. Better not read that. Better not even think that. Because you might get in trouble.”
Well, so be it. If God’s favored people are or ever were the hook-nosed Talmud crowd… and if Jesus is a member of that bunch…then I’m already in trouble, because I hate those motherfuckers with every ounce of me. I will never recant. I will never back down. Even if being truthful sends me to a pit of undying flame.
And by the way….many of those who would be outraged by what I’ve written here are apparently un-outraged at Robert E. Lee’s relative’s recent slimy, faggoty denunciation of General Lee and his heritage. All those fat, pasty, open-mouthed gerbils with their stentorian denunciations of anyone who disagrees with their denomination’s distinctive doctrines….ah, yes, they’re so fucking proud to be Southern. And yet they have nothing to say at a time like this. All those “conservative” Christian and kinist websites are so, so silent about this. Why so silent, Conservative Christian Crowd?
They’re the same crowd who have called some of us names because we have said admiring things about the Alt-Right lads. They’re silent now because they’re ashamed. They know the Alt-Right lads will fight. And they know they won’t. Not even when Robert E. Lee is besmirched.
They’re affluent, pudgy cowards, the lot of them.
But I’ll bet they’ll have plenty to say about me denouncing Jew Jesus.