"...genocides"

This is an email I posted to a pal on his informing me of the passing of a certain Black theologian. This being James Cone the founder of the Black Liberation Theology Movement. They believed that Jesus...yeah that Jesus had a personal connection with Black Americans.

Specifically us. As opposed to say starving butched Blacks in Somalia or similarly afflicted Kurds or the endless list of the others behind barbed wire. Google him.

My gleeful rants begins:

Gawd in this case taking the form of a certain alleged carpenter.

That, and inadvertent founder of a consistently genocidal organization.
This questionable person was unlikely to have been a sub Saharan African...could have been. Just likely wasn't.

His passport image was far more likely to have resembled Anwar Sadat than James Baldwin or Harry Truman.
Further if there are deities they'd I'd imagine have the taste not to be involved in our ethnic tribal affairs.
Gawds seem to prefer to commit genocide on their own for their own reasons.

All this is not to say that the former human in question wasn't a nice guy with helpful intentions.
Being somewhat Black myself I'm more than aware of the attraction to be involved in certain movements.
Even to start one. As our late hero did. I myself in my demented youth considered such.
Mine however involved certain misunderstood sexual pastimes. Long story.

Being unwanted in the society you have to live in gives rise to certain obsessions.
In the case of our late prophet he thought gawd was on his side.

So did assorted notables through the ages. Hitler comes to mind.
That very phrase, "...GOTT MIT UNS", was on the belt buckle of his armies.
It was the last thing the children they raped, and or murdered saw.

In fact the gawds if such there be aren't interested.
Neither kind gentleness as in the case before us nor murderous hysteria in the behaviors of say Pol Pot.
These do not matter to gawds. It's just the annoying shit mortal always do.

Which is to say we are free to murder as we please even unto the destruction of the very earth.
That, and whatever worlds have the profound misfortune to gain our interest.

Merry Christmas.