Why does GOD let people starve to death? / Insane Neurotypical Christian Response

FROM “Not Ashamed of the Gospel” website. (You ought to be ashamed…)  https://notashamedofthegospel.com/apologetics/why-god-doesnt-feed-all-starving-children/

3 Strange But True Reasons Why God Doesn’t Feed All the Starving Children in The World

Peter Guirguis / Apologetics 240 Comments

OMG! I will never apologize for being Asperger or Atheist. This is how “normal neurotypicals” see the world; the universe is a supernatural monstrosity.

Evil exists, but not in Nature; it is the consequence of the beliefs and behavior of Modern Social Homo sapiens. Why isn’t this dangerous “mental derangement” not featured in the DSM, and yet Autism is?

God, Can You Please Make it Rain Turkey and Gravy?

If God is all-powerful, then can’t He make it rain turkey and gravy from heaven to feed all the starving kids in the world? The answer is that of course God can do that if that’s what He wanted to do. But since God doesn’t make it rain turkey and gravy upon the starving kids around the world, then we have to ask, ”Why doesn’t He?”

If you’re not able to answer this question, then one of two things is going to happen to you. You’re going to struggle with your faith because you’re going to have doubts that God is a good God. Or you’re never going to find out the truth about God, and you’ll make the mistake of thinking that God doesn’t exist.

This article is for you if:

1. You’ve ever wondered why God doesn’t feed starving kids around the world, and you struggle with the answer.2. You’re skeptical of the Christian God or other gods. 3. You want to be able to answer this question when it’s asked of you in an accurate and positive way.

Why The “Strange But True” Title? The reason I call these reasons that I’m about to share with you “strange” is because if I were God, I would do things differently. But thank goodness, I’m not God. (OMG!)

What may be strange to one person may not be considered strange to another. So depending on how familiar you are with this subject, (NT insanity?) you may agree with me that these reasons are “strange but true”, or you may not. Either way, I hope this will spark a good dialog about this topic. (Totalitarian demand for obedience to supernatural hallucinations is a really good jumping off point for “good dialog”!)

I’ve thought of three different reasons why God doesn’t feed the starving children of the world.

Reason #1 – It Isn’t God’s Responsibility to Feed the Starving Children of the World

Every year, I have the privilege of going through the one-year Bible plan. That means that I will read the entire Bible in one year. I don’t share this to impress you. But I do share it to establish that I’m quite familiar with the Bible. Of all the times that I have read the Bible from cover to cover, I can’t think of a single Bible verse in which God makes a promise to feed all the starving children in the world. (But there are threats that “God” will make people eat their own children!) So when somebody accuses God of being unjust because He has the capability to feed starving children, and He doesn’t, then it’s that person that has a misunderstanding of God. (No misunderstanding here: your imaginary master is a true psycho-sociopath)

GOD: “Hey, it’s not MY JOB to control the vicious uncaring assholes I made in my image. LOL!” 

If God Isn’t Responsible For Feeding Starving Children, Then Who Is?

The answer is you and me. I can think of numerous Bible verses in which God instructs His children to feed the poor people of the world.

And Christians are doing such a great job of it! Bomb entire nations into a state that can only be called “Hell on Earth”, and then send “missionaries of democracy” with bags of leftover “dog food”. Take photos: lie, brag about how “empathetic” and compassionate you and your “god” are. And of course, “profit” from the crimes. 

Proverbs 28:27 says, “He who gives to the poor will not lack, But he who hides his eyes will have many curses.” James 2:15-16 says, “If a brother or sister is naked and destitute of daily food, and one of you says to them, ‘Depart in peace, be warmed and filled,’ but you do not give them the things which are needed for the body, what does it profit?” So if you’re one of those people that thinks God should feed the starving kids around the world, then you are shifting the responsibility.

God isn’t responsible for feeding starving children, you and I are. Then why not demonstrate ethical behavior by refraining from creating mass suffering by  committing predatory wars, practicing profitable poverty as “economics” and enforcing starvation? 

Reason #2 – God Isn’t Like Humans

Atheists make a mistake when they say things like, “If I saw a starving child and had the power to feed him and I don’t, then I am evil. (Uh-yeah! That logically is cruel uncaring behavior) That’s the same thing with God, He is evil because He has the power to feed starving children and He doesn’t.” (You said it! Why not believe your own “instincts” about all this Christian “we’re the good guys” social evil?)

The mistake that atheists make here is that they compare themselves to God, or they compare God to themselves. They put themselves in God’s shoes. (This is utterly BONKERS. God does not exist, and he certainly wouldn’t wear shoes if he did)

God’s goals are different than our goals. His purposes are different than our purposes. His way of justice is different than the human way of justice. But here’s the lesson that’s to be learned: any time you blame God for not doing something that you would do, you’are making an idol in your own image. (Christianity IS a religion of “idols”)

What does that mean? It means that you’re making up your own concept of how God is supposed to act, which is something the Bible warns us about. (My, my – mustn’t use what little intelligence humans have to realize that religion is a con game)

Reason #3 – God’s Justice is Coming Soon For All

You and I want to see justice have its way immediately. Think about all the hate crimes in the world, the rapes, and the murders. You and I want to see those people (Christians commit hate crimes, rape, murder and a long list of heinous behaviors, as a matter of religious and political policy) get what they deserve.

But while we judge others for their heinous crimes, we overlook the sins that we commit in God’s eyes. While God does see hate crimes, rapes, and murders as sins, He also sees lying, cheating, and hating people as sins too. (Your god hates human beings and other living things)

So since God is a just God, then He’s going to have to give justice to all if He were to judge the world today. That means that there would be a lot of people who would receive punishment for eternity for breaking God’s standards. (And how LOW these are!) So instead, God is saving His judgment for Judgment Day. That’s when everyone is going to get judged for what they did on earth.

Those who broke God’s standards and did not receive His son Jesus for salvation will end up going to hell.

This is deranged thinking by any standard; it expresses rage and hatred for all human beings; it’s sick, sadistic and “loves” torture. Why is “religious psychopathy” not in the DSM? 


But those who do put their faith and trust in Christ will end up going to heaven. So when you don’t see justice taking place immediately, it’s because God is giving everyone a chance to repent, and put their faith in Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior.

How About Other Reasons?

I have to admit, I’m not a know it all. That’s where you come in. Can you think of any other reasons why God doesn’t feed the starving kids around the world? (“He” is a hallucination: “He” doesn’t exist. Thank God!) 

Share them in the comments below.

I leave you to read the comments: I need to spend some time in Nature, where evil does not exist…

But millions of Americans believe it’s true…


Thoughts on Ancient Males / Life in the flesh

In the ancient world a common greeting among travelers was, “Which gods do you worship?” Deities were compared, traded, and adopted in recognition that strangers had something of value to offer. Along with the accretion of ancestor gods into extensive pantheons, an exchange of earthly ideas and useful articles took place. Pantheons were insurance providers who covered women, children, tradesman, sailors and warriors – no matter how dangerous or risky their occupations; no matter how lowly. Multiple gods meant that everyone had a sympathetic listener, one that might increase a person’s chances for a favorable outcome to life’s ventures, large and small. 

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A curious female type: The goddess Athena is incomprehensible to modern humans. Here she models the Trojan horse for the Greeks.

A curious female: The goddess Athena is incomprehensible to modern humans; and yet for the ancient Greeks, she was the cornerstone of civilization. Here she models the Trojan horse for the “clever” takedown of Troy.




 In The Iliad

…the gods are manifestations of physical states; the rush of adrenalin, sexual arousal, and rage. For the Homeric male, these are the gods that must be obeyed. There is no power by which a man can override the impulse-to-action of these god forces. The gifts of the notorious killer Achilles originate in the divine sphere, but he is human like his comrades; consumed by self pity and emotionally erratic.

In Ancient Greek culture, consequences accompanied individual gifts. Achilles must choose an average life (adulthood) and obscurity, or death at Troy and an immortal name. Achilles sulks like a boy, but we know that he will submit to his fate, because fate is the body, and no matter how extraordinary that body is, the body must die. Immortality for Homeric Greeks did not mean supernatural avoidance of death. To live forever meant that one’s name and deeds were preserved by the attention and skill of the poet. In Ancient Greek culture it was the artist who had the power to confer immortality.

There was no apology for violence in Homeric time. The work of men was grim adventure. Raids on neighbors and distant places for slave women, for horses and gold, for anything of value, was a man’s occupation. The Iliad is packed with unrelenting gore, and yet we continue to this day to be mesmerized by men who hack each other to death. Mundane questions arise: were these Bronze Age individuals afflicted with post traumatic stress disorder? How could women and children, as well as warriors not be traumatized by a life of episodic brutality? If they were severely damaged mentally and emotionally, how did they create a legacy of poetry, art, science and philosophy? Did these human beings inhabit a mind space that deflected trauma as if it were a rain shower? Was their literal perception of reality a type of protection?

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Women will forever be drawn to the essential physicality of Homeric man. He is the original sexual male; the man whose qualities can be witnessed in the flesh. His body was a true product of nature and habit. Disfiguring scars proved his value in battle. Robust genes may have been his only participation in fatherhood.

Time and culture have produced another type of man, a supernatural creature with no marked talent, one who can offer general, but not specific, loyalty. Domestic man, propertied man, unbearably dull man, emotionally-retarded man. In his company a woman shrivels to her aptitude for patience and endurance, for heating dinner in the microwave and folding laundry. Her fate is a life of starvation.


Noble Penelope reduced to a neurotypical nag.

Wounded Knee 1973 / America the Brutal…

From PBS: The Federal war against the First Nations. The U.S. is a society without mercy or conscience.  

From: Embraced by the Light 


On Pine Ridge, 63% of the population lives below the poverty line, that’s 2 out 3 people. (USDA)

Average annual family income, not individual, is $3,700 per year (U.S. Census Bureau)

There is an unemployment rate of approximately 85% (U.S. Census Bureau)

Infant mortality rate 300% higher than the U.S. national average (United Nations and Peoples Organization)

Diabetes and Tuberculosis rates 300% higher than the U.S. national average; Fifty percent of adults over age 40 living on Pine Ridge have diabetes. (Indian Health Services)

One-third of the homes are severely substandard, without water, electricity, adequate insulation, and sewage systems (Indian Housing Authority)

The High School drop-out rate is 70%, compared to a national average of 11% average (United Nations and Peoples Organization)

Schools on Pine Ridge are in the bottom 10 percent of school funding by the U.S. Department of Education (Bureau of Indian Affairs)

Recent reports state the average life expectancy is 48 years old for men and 52 years old for women, the shortest for any community in the Western Hemisphere outside of Haiti (AIRC)

There is an estimated average of 12 people living in each family home; a house with only two to three rooms (National American Indian Housing Council)

The teenage suicide rate on Pine Ridge is 150 percent higher than the national average (Dakota-Lakota-Nakota). Alcoholism affects 8 out of 10 families on the Reservation, while the death rate from alcoholism is 9 times the national average (Dakota-Lakota-Nakota)

Pine Ridge is not the only American Indian reservation in the United States, suffering from this extreme poverty, poor health care and inadequate educational system, but it is the worst. We have no magical cure for these deeply burdening troubles, but we do feel that each and everyone of these individuals, especially the children and elderly, deserves the same access to food that the rest of our society is privileged to. We desire to provide access to this fundamental necessity, so as to allow these people to again become self-sufficient.

Book / Inventing Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Allan Young

Magic Word Concepts…again.

The Harmony of Illusions
Inventing Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
Allan Young / Princeton University Press, 1997 

Available here: https://press.princeton.edu/titles/5802.html

Paperback 1997: ISBN 9780691017235 E-book ISBN 9781400821938


As far back as we know, there have been individuals incapacitated by memories that have filled them with sadness and remorse, fright and horror, or a sense of irreparable loss. Only recently, however, have people tormented with such recollections been diagnosed as suffering from “post-traumatic stress disorder.” Here Allan Young traces this malady, particularly as it is suffered by Vietnam veterans, to its beginnings in the emergence of ideas about the unconscious mind and to earlier manifestations of traumatic memory like shell shock or traumatic hysteria. In Young’s view, PTSD is not a timeless or universal phenomenon newly discovered. Rather, it is a “harmony of illusions,” a cultural product gradually put together by the practices, technologies, and narratives with which it is diagnosed, studied, and treated and by the various interests, institutions, and moral arguments mobilizing these efforts.

This book is part history and part ethnography, and it includes a detailed account of everyday life in the treatment of Vietnam veterans with PTSD. To illustrate his points, Young presents a number of fascinating transcripts of the group therapy and diagnostic sessions that he observed firsthand over a period of two years. Through his comments and the transcripts themselves, the reader becomes familiar with the individual hospital personnel and clients and their struggle to make sense of life after a tragic war. One observes that everyone on the unit is heavily invested in the PTSD diagnosis: boundaries between therapist and patient are as unclear as were the distinctions between victim and victimizer in the jungles of Southeast Asia.

Allan Young is Professor of Anthropology at McGill University, in the Departments of Social Studies of Medicine, Anthropology, and Psychiatry.


What Happens When Social Rules Change? / Look Around

Asperger people are criticized for not being social, that is, we just don’t respond to social requirements as demanded by the multiple agencies of “social order”. As an Asperger, I recognize, perhaps more clearly and emphatically than neurotypicals, the need for “rules of the road” to be applied to billions of social humans who must “try to get along” with each other while providing enough resources to keep “everyone alive” and the slaves pulling their respective oars on the great barge of civilization.

Asperger individuals find themselves trying to understand human behavior from an early age, growing up as we do, on the deck of a heaving “Noah’s Ark” loaded with stampeding elephants, running to and fro, trampling the other animals, and trumpeting complaints that “The Flood” is all the other animals’ fault. All the other animals acknowledge that the Elephants are in charge – look how big and powerful they are; and how much water they drink! And food! There’s little left for the rest of the animals, who try to obey the orders the Elephants dish out about who gets to drink and eat; how much and when. A system tolerable by social animals, when each group and members of the group, get a decent amount to live on… but the damn elephants keep changing the “who gets what and how much” day to day, and even minute to minute.

The elephants have abandoned their “function” as leaders, charged with organizing the procurement of supplies, and the distribution of necessities, so that all the types of animals who joined the Ark, in a reproductive two by two scheme, ready to fulfill their part in the future of “Life After The Flood” (or at least to recover between what is a permanent condition of change and natural disaster as the pattern in Earth’s history) will have a “good shot” at extending the success of their species,  and of those species whose destiny is tied to theirs’ and vice versa.

Some of the Aspergers, who are caught in the melee of greed, confusion, desperation and irrational violence that has overtaken the deck of the Ark, hide wherever they can; finding refuge on the sinking barge, in out of the way nooks and crannies below deck. Others believe that they must try to join the madness on deck by “becoming” part of the insanity; others jump ship, discovering that there’s dry land “out there” that the denizens of the Ark simply can’t see.

After thousands of years of poor leadership, and billions more “animals” on the once-capacious Ark, no one sees the problem: the Social Rules no longer make sense. The rules keep changing minute to minute inside the social order. The animals are leaderless and resort to making their own rules, simply to survive the chaos. Some  groups see the opportunity to overthrow the elephants and impose their own rules on everyone. It’s the usual social response to leaderless conditions. Desperation. War as a state of mind that is acted upon with increasing frequency. Imposition of even worse tyrannical regimes.

But in physical reality, Nature’s laws have not changed, nor will they. Nature imposes the real and ultimate test of human behavior. Asperger people understand this. A Native American philosophical position was related to me by a Sioux acquaintance:

 “The white man will destroy himself; we wait, they will go away. We will have our way of life back and we are preserving our traditions, and will, for as long as it takes.”

Meanwhile, the elephants are rearranging the deck chairs on Noah’s Yacht.  

And no, I’m not picking on Republicans, but on failed leadership by the “top of” the social pyramid, which is responsible for leadership – you get the perks of power and wealth; you create order and protect your people through a COHERENT system of rules and regulation, and fairness in the application of social restrictions and consequences.



Prose / Viet Nam Vet in a Chicago Bar

Our fall “season” barely exists: it “slushed” yesterday; icy rain that fell and accumulated in patches that melted away. The end of summer is arbitrary: for me it’s the morning after – the morning after my carefully-coaxed potted flowers have turned to mush in the freezing night and / or have been chopped into salad by hail and wind.  This morning is damp; heavy clouds comfort the southern horizon, above the hills that form one boundary of the bowl in which town rests, just before the river turns south into canyon country. Pale blue sky is gaining on them, as the “late” sun begins to clear the overcast away. The span of daylight is noticeably shorter; incremental, but suddenly profound: my sleep habits must adjust. I am so dominated by climate; by body feels like a substance that is pushed and pulled along with the land and atmosphere by solar change – a strange metamorphosis that has occurred since childhood, and ever since, directed by unseen forces, in the way that the ocean responds to earth-moon geometry.

The dog feels it too; or is she responding to me? My little planet; I am her world. It’s bizarre what we have done to dogs. She follows my intentions, even when dozing in another room; the fridge door opens, a spoon touches china; a cellophane package crinkles and she’s instantly in the doorway with her eyes fixed on mine.

“For me?” they ask. And if I say “no” with my eyes and movements, she says, “Why not for me?” and disappears. So I wait awhile, and give her a bite of something, when she’s not begging, just to let her know that I love her, and all is well between us.

This “fall weather” is a time of visions: not the “spooky” type, but pictures begin to fall upward, the reverse of leaves now descending from trees, from memories ignored, out of reach while summer demands attention. Bits and scraps float by; neither here nor there, important nor unimportant. They taste sweet but bitter at the edges, and an emotion I feel as gratitude wells up with them, like gas bubbles that are released from a lake bottom, rising slowly to join the air: I watch them carefully as they dissolve.

One is familiar, and visits me frequently, arising due to the airing of the Viet Nam “documentary” on PBS. A disappointing work; I won’t go into that now.

In my memory, it’s nighttime in Chicago; a typical Chicago bar. My husband and friends from work are in the crowd, laughing, dancing, replaying the week as usual. I’m standing at the bar; dark wood, crowded bottles, busy bartenders filling beer glasses at breakneck speed, the sweet sticky liquid slopping over onto the wood. I’m wedged between two bar stools; all are occupied. A man turns his head toward me; he looks like a young Teddy Roosevelt; blondish and drunk, holding a shot glass and staring through his eyeglasses; he’s seething at me through squinty eyes.

He turns his whole body toward me, and orders another beer. He grinds out a question that takes me by surprise. It seems that my friends and I are insulting him by having a good time. He’s just returned from Viet Nam: we’re all stupid idiots. Don’t we know how bad it is over there?

My reaction was immediate; not angry, but close. I knew that I would never forget his face and that body; solid, tense, coiled to explode and seething with pain. I knew that if I were a man, one wrong response and he might have punched me. Is that why he chose me, a woman, to confront? Maybe he wanted comfort; maybe he wanted to cry.

“We didn’t send you to Viet Nam,” I said. “No one here sent you: you either volunteered or were drafted. We’re living our lives as we believe life ought to be lived.”

He smirked. “You’re idiots,” he said. And continued along that line of thought. I knew he was in trouble; in an impossible personal battle; changed irrevocably into “seeing” the people, places and homeland he had once participated in, as “unclean” in thought, action and careless adventure. He was angry because it would never be the same place for him again. He couldn’t differentiate between individuals; we were all guilty of destroying his illusions. To be happy and enjoying ourselves was to deny his crisis. But it wasn’t; not really. More joy, less suffering, seemed to me to be the obvious equation. The impulse to make others suffer one’s own conflicts, misfortune and despair reminded me too much of my mother’s perpetual need to “shit on” whatever happiness other people found.

“You can’t bring Viet Nam back here,” I said. “It will never make sense. You made it back alive, without being wounded or injured, from what I can see. You’ve escaped great danger. That’s enough to build on.” In my mind was a picture of Odysseus, Man of Sorrow, Man of War.

I’ve never forgotten that man. My sense was that he was a solid person; capable of finding accommodation within his suffering, for eventually grasping the notion that life begins today as a creative project, whatever has happened in a thousand days, a hundred thousand days, or in all of human history. We’d intersected in a bar, in Chicago, on a Friday night, in a place where people brought all kinds of misery and joy and history to release into the night. But he’s never left my mind.


War is a MALE Social Activity / Nukes

Who will be “King” of a dead planet?

My childhood story wrote itself, directed by an impulse to challenge The Official Story, which never did make sense to me. First, there was the story my parents told about their marriage. I would listen to their private histories, both sad and tragic, and wonder why these obvious strangers insisted that finding each other and committing to an unworkable lifelong union was the best of all possible outcomes. Each parent had chosen to add to each other’s suffering by making a brief courtship legal, when apart, each could have pursued happiness. Why would any person do this?

It’s a simple question, but thousands of years of myth, religion, rules and laws, social convention, government institutions, and even reform and innovation in these areas, promote suffering, which has been elevated to the unshakeable position of human destiny. It wasn’t that I imagined a perfect world; I could not imagine why, when suffering exists as an inescapable consequence of being physical creatures, one would choose to voluntarily increase that suffering, and yet, it seemed to me that human beings put great effort into that outcome.

The consequences of choice preoccupied my mind. It took a long time for the reality to sink in: many people don’t recognize that they can make independent choices; their “choices” have been  predestined by a belief system that is so powerful that everything they do is shadowed by the question, What am I supposed to do?” It was shocking to me that people suffered unnecessarily by sticking to roles that had been proven over and over again to result in physical and mental harm to both individuals and groups, and which brought humankind to a state of nearly universal and chronic suffering.

Technology and science appeared as bright spots in the dead gray fog of human behavior that plagued mankind. Radio, television, household appliances, bicycles, automobiles, photography, hot running water, antibiotics, aspirin, eyeglasses – all were advances in comfort, health and pleasure. But! On the new and mysterious TV in our living room, movies were shown that dramatized war and the “wonderful machines of war’ that man had created. Soldiers were happy to be able to help out, as if they were at a communal barn-raising. They looked forward to killing strangers, whether men, women, children or animals, known as The Bad Guys, using guns, knives, grenades and flamethrowers to mangle, maim, and roast people alive. They did this, and then smoked cigarettes. War was fun: a joyful guy thing. The actual horror was ignored, except for an occasional hospital scene where doctors and nurses fixed wounded men so that they could go back and kill more people, or inevitably for some, to be killed. The reward for death and suffering was a cigarette if you lived and a flag and a speech about patriotism if you died.

I couldn’t imagine participating in a war, inflicting pain and death in horrific ways, and also risk my own life – for what? My life was given to me and was sacred. It didn’t belong to anyone else, especially to Big Men who were so careless as to throw lives away so easily.

The usual answer given to children was that there are The Bad Guys, and you have to kill The Bad Guys.

This wasn’t an answer simplified for a child; this was The Answer. It still is.

Soldiers usually do know, once there are at war, that they are being used by the Big Men (human predators) to do their killing.

Many soldiers realize, once they are at war, that they are being used by the Big Men (human predators) to do their killing.

The Korean War began in 1950: we rushed in to "save" Korea from the communists: the country is still divided and 28,000 U.S. troops are still deployed there, 64 years later.

The Korean War began in 1950: we rushed in to “save” Korea from the communists: the country ended up being divided, and 28,000 U.S. troops are still deployed in S. Korea 64 years later.

Few American young people have any idea that the U.S. we invaded Viet Nam, lost, and had to hand the country over to the communist Viet Cong.

Few American young people have any idea that the U.S. invaded Viet Nam, lost the war, with 58,000 dead American soldiers and lost the country to the communist Viet Cong.

Better not ask the question, “How can God be on our side and theirs, too? Everyone says God is always on our side, therefore we are The Good Guys, but The Bad Guys say the same thing. It’s this loopy thinking that keeps people stuck. Why can’t people exit the loop?”

If one pressed the question of war, supplementary answers appeared: the technology developed in war time benefits civilians later. Improved emergency medical techniques, antibiotics, more accurate clocks, fast computers, and many other gadgets were developed to better prosecute war. I found it absurd and shocking that we must have wars in which millions suffer and die so that Mom can cook in a microwave oven and I can take penicillin for a strep throat. Isn’t the suffering brought by disease or accident sufficient motivation to develop medical treatments? The Bull Shit  kept getting deeper.

I lived with a distinct biting anxiety over my obvious lack of sympathy for traditional ideas, which were presented as demands by those who had secured a rung of authority on The Pyramid. Lies were everywhere: in school, at church, at home, on television and in newspapers. I devoured  history books, and biographies of artists, scientists and adventurers – many of whom were people who defied The Official Story, not as bad guys or crusader or reformers, but because alternative explanations made more sense. They often had to hide their work and lived precarious lives, only to have their ideas rediscovered much later, when people discovered profit in their ideas. A happy few gained protection from a powerful patron, and saw their ideas exploited to perpetuate The Official Story that war is necessary, and isn’t it great to have bigger and better weapons, so that our side can kill more and more of The Bad Guys, and whole swathes of innocent bystanders who somehow get in the way.

I listened to educated people make abundant excuses as to why any improvement  is impossible, or must be carried out in the way it has always been done, despite acknowledged failures, as if they were driving forward, but with the parking brake set. “Let’s just throw some platitudes and money at the problem. Maybe it will stick,” is proof that humans are not very smart. Social humans claim to possess all sorts of intelligence and problem-solving skills, and then fall flat on their faces in the same old ruts.

After a lifetime of wondering why humans make life intolerable, I was informed that I am Asperger, which means that I’m not a Social human, but I still have to wait for the nukes to fall, just like everyone else…


Man the Cannibal / Re-post

Man the cannibal


Cannibalism is common to mythologies worldwide. Evidence for the sacrifice of objects, animals, foods, and human beings is abundant in archaeological reports, but how could the related practice of cannibalism have originated?

Cannibalism is described in many myths, from the killing and eating of captives, to witches that steal children and boil them for dinner, to fathers who are tricked into eating their own child, an “accident” which arises from the fear of uncertain paternity. Cannibalism has left physical evidence in the form of human bones opened for marrow and brains. It is not difficult to imagine that in times of hardship, humans may have killed and eaten their own, or preyed on the competition: slower moving relatives may have been fair game for early human species, and more easily “caught” than large and dangerous prey.

Note: There is no reason to assume that “homo” species saw other “similar” species as anything but potential prey, just as our current “cousins” – Chimps – and also monkeys, are hunted as “bush meat”.  Archaic hominids had no “species” concepts, nor was Homo sapiens (God’s special creation) anything so grandiose in a hungry world! Homo sapiens was not exempt from becoming food like any other animal – and the reverse is also true: This idea of “‘cannibalism” – eating one’s own species as “taboo” is a recent and modern conceit.

An obvious choice for sacrifice during famine would be a child who was too young to contribute to the survival of the group. (This is a tried and true strategy in nature – more offspring can be produced) A magical idea may have been put forth to persuade the mother to give up her child: the mothers of animals sacrifice their children so that humans have food. Perhaps they will accept one of our children in trade, and thus produce more animals to feed us. Necessary cannibalism that sustained a group through extreme conditions may have receded in better times in favor of prophylactic human sacrifices meant to postpone hardship or to jump-start a perilous undertaking. Acts of sacrifice would become a component of the culture myth and thus be incorporated into religious ritual.    

The Last Supper myth is a twisted tale of human sacrifice and cannibalism that Christians reenact, but without recognizing its roots in the annual human sacrifice and cannibalism practiced in agricultural societies. The thirteenth man didn’t serve dinner, he was eaten, and his body parts distributed to the fields, where food crops would be resurrected in the coming year – hence the unlucky number thirteen. The twelve apostles replaced the signs of the zodiac, the calendar that set the time of planting and harvest: Christians merely changed a yearly ritual into a one-off event. The sacrifice and resurrection of the demigod identified as Jesus was made available to cult members through the shared ritual of eating the sacrificial man and drinking his blood, an act of power transference basic to magic. It’s no accident that Christian doctrine banned cremation. Christians copied Egyptian resurrection magic, in which the body must be intact for rebirth to succeed.

In male-dominated cultures, the chief male god is awarded extraordinary talents of procreation, and he often utilizes virgins to secure his paternity. The god can appear in animal form or as a force of nature; he is sometimes hidden by atmospheric effects, such as a storm or beam of light (lightning bolt.) We tend to forget that violation by a god is rape. Recasting a brutal attack into a charming religious story serves to excuse behavior, that if committed by a lesser male would be considered a crime; the worst human behavior is reserved for a Top Male god.

The rape victim will relive the attack, removing details and reducing or accentuating others with the aid of “social” pressure. This process removes the crime to the supernatural realm, where it may live safely forever, despite the actual attack having had a beginning and an ending. This falsification of reality yields a consequence: once the event is recast as supernatural, it is difficult to bring it into the light of day, and to know that it was real. Real events end: supernatural events are eternal.  

Supernatural coping is not coping at all. The victim is stuck with a version of the experience that is eternal, fixed, and not compatible with reality, and which often justifies the crime; guilt is transferred to the victim. Phobias, compulsive behavior, overuse of drugs and alcohol, rage and self-abuse are symptoms of the “supernaturalization” of reality.

Ritual cannibalism is central to Christianity

John 6:53-56 Jesus said to them, “I tell you the truth, unless you eat the flesh of the Son of Man and drink his blood, you have no life in you. Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, and I will raise him up at the last day. For my flesh is real food and my blood is real drink. Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood remains in me, and I in him.”

This is not a metaphor; this is a command to perform an actual ritual.

Here we go with archaeo-anthro “narratives again”

It is claimed by many “scientists” that cannibalism was not about “nutrition”. The “fairytale” goes like this:

  1. A horse, bison or mammoth would provide vastly more calories than a “puny human” so if you killed a human and ate it, it couldn’t be for “food” purposes. (Wow!)
  2. The reason for cannibalism must be a lot of socio-cultural religious mumbo jumbo, which applies mostly to “socially modern humans”  but neglects the obvious; eating humans is emphatically “discouraged” by modern societies: cannibalism is a severe “pathology” and crime today.
  3. Mortuary practices and ancestor worship rituals that include defleshing and flesh-eating are invoked, but these are specific rituals that are easily identified in the archaeologic record.
  4. And – a human would be “harder to kill” than a large animal and less “food” per unit of effort. This is so ridiculous! What universe do these folks live in? They obviously have been “well-fed” their entire lives and have never  experienced chronic  hunger or starvation….

No human ever hunted and ate rats, rabbits, squirrels, bats, insects, and any other small bit of living protein. And no one ever “fished” or gathered sea creatures because, It ain’t worth the trouble.

Magic powers are indeed served in “beheading and displaying heads” as war trophies, which is both an easy way to “count” enemy victims and to scare the bejeezus out of the populace and it is universal magic that the head is a source of power – it does all the talking and cannot be removed without killing the person. Blood also is big magic!

This graphic is used to “back up” the claim that no one would eat a human for the nutrition. Really? Look at those calories!