No More Mr. Nice Guy!

Motherfucker Teresa

Mother Teresa, the "Saint" of the black hole of poverty and squalor that is Calcutta, was a sanctimonious and hypocritical bitch who condemned thousands of poor people to die in misery without even the most basic comforts of modern medicine, because "the suffering of the poor is very beautiful", according to the billionaire who always flew first class and checked into the world's most exclusive clinics to get treatment for her own ailments.

So it is with a certain amount of schadenfreude that I learn that Teresa was tormented almost all her life by lack of faith. Perhaps this explains her frenzied and almost deranged speechifying against womens' reproductive rights - she was putting on a show of religiosity, trying to compensate for her inner emptiness. The sad thing is that losing the certainty of a god's existence is seen as such a tragedy and death sentence of endless existential despair. It's the mentality of a child that learns there is no Santa Claus, and never outgrows the trauma.

I realized long ago that religion is a crock, there is no old man with a beard in the clouds who will come to my rescue like the Seventh Cavalry, and if I want to make anything of my life, it is up to me and myself alone. I think I turned out okay.

I wonder how much suffering and death has been caused throughout human history by holier-than-thou types whose religious fervor and fanaticism is a carefully constructed mask to cover up inner doubts and turmoil? I'm sure millions have died and millions more have lived lives of agony just so that these religiocrats and aerial posthumous pie salesmen could wrestle with their inner demons. If only they'd taken up stamp collecting instead.

Personally, I would echo the plea of one of Teresa's victims, quoted in the second link above: "Tell your Jesus to stop kissing me!" Which gives me a good excuse to post a link to this video: Keep your Jesus off my Penis.