My truth is…religitards are dicks.
Before I continue, let me define exactly what a religitard
is.
Religitards are those people who are blinded by their belief
in God. They're those people that every other word in every other sentence
include “God" or “Jesus”, or etc. They're those people that every other
post on social media is about promoting their religion, or asking for prayers
knowing damn well they're wasting their time because it doesn't do shit, or either
asking other sheep to say “Amen"/posting “Amen" on EVERY SINGLE POST
that says to do so. They're those people who without any hesitation, will turn
their backs on their friends and family because they’d rather stand by their
invisible skydaddy or their bible.
If any of those descriptions offend you, then yes, I'm talking
about you…religitard.
Yes, you can call me angry, call me a hater, tell me I'm
going to hell, whatever. But guess what? THERE. IS. NO. HELL. So stop worrying
about me because I don’t believe in your asshole of a deity.
One thing I will never understand is how can seemingly
intelligent people believe in something so dumb? My sister is the most
intelligent person I know, yet she goes to church and prays. I'm sorry, but
religion has made you stupid by believing in some really stupid shit.
I am tired as fuck of you. I'm sick of being bombarded with
post after post of religious bullshit. I'm sick of people that won't talk to me
because you're afraid my Satanism will rub off on you. I'm sick of not being
able to express my opinions without being judged by those that think they are “holier
than thou”. I’m sick of those that think their shit don't stink because they
believe in a higher power. And I'm especially sick of those that think their
God should be forced on those that either don't believe, or are too young to
even think about what to believe. You know, the people that oppose gay or
interracial marriage because it's in your precious bible; the people who offer
“thoughts and prayers" after tragic events such as mass shootings and 9/11;
and rhe people who have tons to say about transgender people being pedophiles,
but do nothing to stop the actual pedophiles in their own church, or even their
own family.
I'm not looking to offend people with what I'm saying. All I
want is for you to take some time to think about what you believe and why you
believe it in the first place. Look, maybe someone told you about God, heaven,
and hell when you were younger, and it stuck in your head for years. You were
taught to believe that following the bible was the way to go in life. You were
taught that prayer was the best way to get what you wanted. Or even worse…you
were taught to think that people who were different from you in any way were evil.
That's why I'm here. I'm here to give you a little kick in
the pants and tell you that it's OK. I want to let you know that it's OK to
question what you believe. It's OK to think for yourself. It's OK for you to
not go along with everyone else. It's OK for you to disagree with someone about
religion, even if they are friends or family. And it's definitely OK to live
your truth as you see fit without judgment from ANYONE.
I don’t believe in God. So what? I read the Satanic Bible.
Who cares? I’m coming off as angry and talking out of my ass. WHAT THE FUCK
EVER!
I don't care anymore. I'm done pretending I'm not pissed off
at the state of the country and the world. I'm done pretending not to be “offended"
by every person who clogs up social media with God and Jesus all over the
place. I'm done pretending to be OK with people using their religion as an
excuse to be a dick.
Sure, I act nice when it matters…but just know that some of
you don't deserve my kindness. Again, if you're “offended" by my words,
then if the shoe fits…
I'm Denise, I'm a Satanist, and I approve this message.
I know I'm coming across as quite the angry diva. But trust
me, if you've gone through what I've been through, wouldn't you feel the same?
But get this: My anger doesn't just stem from the
religitards. I’m even angrier at the loser they all worship. Yeah, yeah, I
know. Why am I so mad at something that I believe doesn't exist?
For starters, the bastard's wanted me dead since day one,
being born to a crack addicted mother and all. But I fought hard and survived.
Over the years, God's made sure that I didn't have it easy.
From being physically and emotionally abused at home, and bullied in school, to
being diagnosed as mentally ill as a teenager, and being attacked when I was 20.
He's pushed me to my limit with several severe bouts of depression in my 20s,
and taking my mom away from me when I was 30. Hell, it was downright war just
to make it to my 40s!
But in 2021, he took it to a whole new level.
So in May of last year, I was not at my best. I was having trouble
keeping food down, and I had fallen several times. Ever since Memorial Day,
I've bounced from hospitals to ICUs to rehab centers. In July, had to have
surgery to remove a blockage in my colon because I was going into sepsis. I
only know that because my sister told me. I have no memory of July through
August. September is still kind of hazy. I found myself in a rehab center in
October with a feeding tube in my stomach, and a colostomy bag. That month, I
was also told by my sister that I was diabetic. So I struggled through life
until November…but God wasn't finished with me yet.
Sometime after Thanksgiving, one of the nurses at the rehab
center found me unconscious and sent me to the hospital. Again, I found out
what went down through my sister. At some point, I regained consciousness in
the ICU, but only for short amounts of time. All I remember from that time was
Christmas music playing, my TV turned to the Food Network where Christmas
Cookie Challenge was on every time I woke up, and one of the nurses showing me
a picture of Constantine that my sister had printed out and adding “You Rock!"
at the bottom. I don't remember whether I smiled or not.
Anyway, I woke up after midnight on Wednesday, December 15th.
I couldn't believe I was still alive! But now, I was paralyzed! As I lay in my hospital
bed in the Pulmonary Critical Care Unit, I had a lot of time to think. And my
main thoughts included “Why would God leave me paralyzed so close to
Christmas?” It just wasn't fair! Hadn't that asshole put me through enough?
So here I am today, back at the rehab center with lots of
time on my hands and thoughts in my head. Sure, I'm thankful to still be here after
everything that went down last year, but it’s all no thanks to God. Guess what, bitch? I'm still standing.
For those of you that are thinking that I should be praising
him for still being alive, you and God can suck it. I want no part of that
asshole. I'm doing just fine without him, thank you very much. Sure, I have my
moments, but I'm focused on me and taking care of myself. It all starts with
getting rid of what no longer brings me joy…and God is one of those things.
So to God and all the religitards that keep pissing me off
so royally, fuck you and the cross you rode in on.
