My Beef - Shouting at Christians

[devogue]

by Newton Emerson

Lately I have started shouting back at Christians. I can tell you exactly when it started. Some months ago I was walking through Portadown minding my own business when the drone of praise suddenly deadened the air, for the Whitewell Metropolitan Tabernacle porta-pulpit was back in town. The porta-pulpit is like one of those trailers country DJs own, with 'Soupy's disco' or (more latterly) 'DJ Soupy' on the side, except that this trailer rolls only for Jesus. "We are all sinners!" yelled some fat guy in a sweater as I walked past and for some reason, after 34 years of ignoring this stuff completely, I turned to him and said "I'm not, and I don't like having your religion forced down my throat."

"Ah!" the fat guy in a sweater said with sombre earnestness. "I see you're not saved." Yes - it was exactly at that point that I started shouting. It all came out, the years of judgements and condescension and insults, that time in primary school when the headmaster told us God sank the Titanic because a baggage porter said he couldn't, all the sex I never had because nice Tandragee girls don't do that sort of thing - he got it with both barrels. And then something amazing happened. The fat guy in the sweater turned around, packed up his porta-pulpit and left. If only I'd always known it was that easy I might have had an easier time growing up an atheist in Northern Ireland.

I have no idea why my parents don't believe in God - they just say they don't and that "there's no point making a religion out of it". Of course there are plenty of people who lose their faith but to be born into the faithless is something else entirely. I have no sense of disappointment, disillusionment or loss, no sense of the hole in my soul where Jesus should be. I've also long realised that I'm an atheist for the same reason most people around me are Christians i.e. I was raised that way - so there's not much point in claiming some special insight. Few people are demonstrably religious and I've never felt the need to be demonstrably atheistic. At school I mumbled through a million assemblies and yawned through a thousand RE lessons just like everybody else. I was extremely curious about this strange extra dimension my friends had to their lives, with their BB football teams and youth clubs and trips to Bangor, but when you have been warned from infancy that the Bible is 'just a story' no amount of scripture or ceremony can bring you in to faith's circular argument. Regular attempts were made to convert me and they all went straight over my head.

It was only when I got into my late teens that Christians started to annoy me. By that point I had noticed that while I was morally obliged to 'respect their beliefs' the reverse did not apply. As alcohol and fornication loomed over the spotty horizon my friends acquired a Stakeknife-level expertise at leading double lives, usually managing to wash the vomit out of their hair in time for church on Sunday, although any straying from the path could always be blamed on the heathen in their midst. I also had my first up-close experience of real, nasty and politically-motivated religious intolerance. Arnold Hatch, a UUP councillor and governor at our school, tried to have Seamus Heaney removed from the literature syllabus on grounds of 'blasphemy'. When some of us kicked up a fuss over this we were slapped down in short order (people have been expelled for getting Portadown College in the papers, don't you know.) After that I noticed the nastiness everywhere: a Free Presbyterian friend who only shopped in Free Presbyterian shops; the chemistry teacher who wouldn't keep evolution textbooks in the science library; the fact that everybody hated the Methodists and that the feeling was mutual; the Portadown priest who introduced my girlfriend to every available Catholic male in a ten mile radius; the Brethren father who called me up to enquire as to the whereabouts of his daughter by asking "What sort of person are you?" I wouldn't have minded that one so much if she'd actually slept with me.

Christianity in Northern Ireland is above all else a cult of respectability and so adult life only raises the stakes. One by one those around you fall. Formerly wild couples suddenly marry in church and order you to do likewise, relatives worry rather too loudly about how you'll raise your children, friends and colleagues and strangers express medieval opinions that you must agree with - and finally, the last straw, a fat man in a sweater shouts his judgements and insults at the blameless shoppers of Portadown. He made me see the light. Because the simple truth is that Christians are just fucking rude. And from now on, I'm going to be rude right back.

http://www.thevacuum.org.uk/issues/issu ... ybeef.html

[Gawdzilla Sama]

"Judge not, lest ye be judged."

"You're a sinner and you're going to Hell!!!!!"

[Feck]

Nice writing , and so true ,why be tolerant , they aren't.

[charlou]

From the article:

I have no idea why my parents don't believe in God - they just say they don't and that "there's no point making a religion out of it". Of course there are plenty of people who lose their faith but to be born into the faithless is something else entirely. I have no sense of disappointment, disillusionment or loss, no sense of the hole in my soul where Jesus should be.

I was told religious bollocks as a child and yet neither do I. This notion that people who "lose" faith/belief in a deity must have a sense of disappointment, disillusionment or loss, or a hole in their soul where Jesus should be is just wrong in my case and that of most others I've heard from. For me it's a sense of relief, liberation and greater clarity ... things make sense. It's not a loss, it's a gain.

I share his intolerance for pushy proselytisation, lies, weird and abusive behaviour and judgemental bollocks ... I grew up with it literally forced onto me on a daily basis, after all.

[Xamonas Chegwé]

I started shouting back at some woman haranguing "sinners" on Fremont Street in Las Vegas. She followed me around for half a fucking hour trying to get me to listen to "the god inside of me" - I told her she was the only one that could hear the voices in her head but she was having none of it. Eventually, an Elvis impersonator starting singing from the back of a truck and I got close enough so that her babble was drowned out by Shake Rattle and Roll - there's only one King and his name ain't jeebus, uh-huh!

[odysseus]

I was in Truro a couple of years back and some deluded old Xtian twat was up on his hind legs atop one of the flower beds in the middle of town giving it the full fire and brimstone routine when a young lad caught the bastard full square on the side of the head with a custard donut. It was ace - he pitched it from about 10 metres away - I even heard it go 'Whapp!' as it hit. It stopped dickhead in his tracks. Me and my mate Jim were fucking crying with laughter - I couldn't even walk for about 10 minutes after. Brilliant!

[charlou]

Truro in SA?

[hiyymer]

From the article:

I have no idea why my parents don't believe in God - they just say they don't and that "there's no point making a religion out of it". Of course there are plenty of people who lose their faith but to be born into the faithless is something else entirely. I have no sense of disappointment, disillusionment or loss, no sense of the hole in my soul where Jesus should be.

I was told religious bollocks as a child and yet neither do I. This notion that people who "lose" faith/belief in a deity must have a sense of disappointment, disillusionment or loss, or a hole in their soul where Jesus should be is just wrong in my case and that of most others I've heard from. For me it's a sense of relief, liberation and greater clarity ... things make sense. It's not a loss, it's a gain.

I share his intolerance for pushy proselytisation, lies, weird and abusive behaviour and judgemental bollocks ... I grew up with it literally forced onto me on a daily basis, after all.

Maybe it's a one way kind of thing. I was brought up in a strange form of rationalist Christianity called Unitarian. I often thought that it virtually precluded the possibility of ever being saved and having a g-o-d as something transparently real in my head. I vacillate as to whether that is a good thing or a bad thing. On the other hand, the chat boards are rife with people who have cast aside g-o-d, though they once had one. Almost the definition of an angry atheist.

[The Red Fox]

From the article:

I have no idea why my parents don't believe in God - they just say they don't and that "there's no point making a religion out of it". Of course there are plenty of people who lose their faith but to be born into the faithless is something else entirely. I have no sense of disappointment, disillusionment or loss, no sense of the hole in my soul where Jesus should be.

I was told religious bollocks as a child and yet neither do I. This notion that people who "lose" faith/belief in a deity must have a sense of disappointment, disillusionment or loss, or a hole in their soul where Jesus should be is just wrong in my case and that of most others I've heard from. For me it's a sense of relief, liberation and greater clarity ... things make sense. It's not a loss, it's a gain.

I share his intolerance for pushy proselytisation, lies, weird and abusive behaviour and judgemental bollocks ... I grew up with it literally forced onto me on a daily basis, after all.

I know exactly what you mean. Religious upbringings suck, to put it mildly. Hell, the Jehovah's Witnesses who were supposedly my spiritual brothers and sisters would've happily let me die if I would've needed a blood transfusion. With love that that, who needs enemies?

I've had plenty of preachers shout the word of the lawd at me in the street. I usually just have my fun with them. I got stopped by a Nigerian woman bellowing the "coming of Jesus" in Tottenham Court Road. I stood, beholden by her every word and realised I needed to ask her about this miraculous second coming.
"Jesus is coming?!" I asked, stunned
"Yes! De lawd is comin back! Our saviar is returnin'!"
"My word. Does anyone else know?"
"Only dose who are saved"
"Well, what preparations have been made?" I enquired
"What?"
"Well, if the saviour of the human race is coming back surely you've got some welcoming party organised?"
"Er..."
"Maybe a bouncy castle of some sort? Praise the lord in his bouncy castle!"
"You mock de words of Jesas?! Away with you, you filthy sinner!"

Good times.

[Svartalf]

"Judge not, lest ye be judged."

"You're a sinner and you're going to Hell!!!!!"

Bug it, anybody who finds me lacking has no judgment anyway.

[Svartalf]

I was in Truro a couple of years back and some deluded old Xtian twat was up on his hind legs atop one of the flower beds in the middle of town giving it the full fire and brimstone routine when a young lad caught the bastard full square on the side of the head with a custard donut. It was ace - he pitched it from about 10 metres away - I even heard it go 'Whapp!' as it hit. It stopped dickhead in his tracks. Me and my mate Jim were fucking crying with laughter - I couldn't even walk for about 10 minutes after. Brilliant!

Still shame for waste of a perfectly good doughnut

[Xamonas Chegwé]

"Judge not, lest ye be judged."

Try telling that to a judge.

[odysseus]

Truro in SA?

Truro in Cornwall, South West England, where men are men and sheep are nervous....

Still shame for waste of a perfectly good doughnut

Hmmm... yes, I see your point... I'd have been more upset if it had been a jam one though....

[Svartalf]

Man, Cornish girls are gorgeous, it's a waste that the men would go with the ewes (or should I say 'shweet, more goodies for my sack'?)

[Tero]

I pretty much avoid their attacks, so if they come to the door I tell them I can't believe their babble as I am a botanist. While they think about that I slam the door.

If its just some random gathering and more explanation is needed, I will explain that I am turning into a plant in the next life. Animals are parasites.