St Patrick

by Gaedhal

I don’t celebrate Saint Patrick’s day, as, in my view, the imposition of Christianity upon Ireland was a disaster. He was the first invader, making the valleys flat and the mountains plain, and the highways straight for the invaders that would follow in his train. Indeed, Christianity is the worst NGO in Ireland when it comes to facilitating the Plantation, the Great Replacement.

For Christianity to be true, we must believe—in all seriousness—that God commenced his revelation to mankind by slicing up both animal carcasses and baby penises. Abraham slices up some animal carcasses, and claims that he saw Yahweh, a Canaanite storm god, walking through the midst of these animals sawn assunder. That is some wild stuff! Abraham then began to slice up his own and Isaac’s penis, before then almost sacrificing Isaac to Yahweh at Jehovah-jirah. It is a tragedy that this desert cult was imposed upon Ireland.

Christianity is pure bullshit—and I mean this in the philosophical sense. There is no science or logic or scholarship that supports even one of its supernatural claims. Indeed most of its mundane claims—the Bible, even the Old Testament, is mostly pure fiction and mythology, even the so-called “Historical Books”—has been disproved by Science and Philosophy and Historiography.

That someone could write something like this in a national journal, indeed, the premier national journal, The Irish Times, just goes to show how insular and backwards Ireland is:

There are those who would rather see us return to a superstitious, undeducated pre-Christian era of druids and magic, rather than the science logic and scholarship of Christianity, with its sophisticated and systematic philosophy and theology.

As Captain Cassidy McGillicuddy, my fellow Irishperson, puts it: she is still in the early naughties keyboard warrior age. She is twenty years behind the times. Atheism soundly won the internet keyboard wars in the late nineties and early two thousands. Maria Steen seems still to labour under the misapprehension that there are sensible reasons for Christianity! She must have not spent a lot of time on the internet. Christianity came there to die, and did die, and is buried in a Sadducee’s grave, whence no resurrection, a long time ago. This is why apologists rarely talk to us! If they talk to us, at all, then it must be in the setting of a “formal debate” where they can Gish-gallop for about half-an-hour uninterrupted, and then they can employ stalling techniques at the questioning session. Apologists have siloed themselves away from atheist critiques a long time ago. So much for “systematic theology” which is nought but a post-hoc system of lies that is geared so as to blend and synthesise the multiple contradictory philosophies and theologies of the Bible into a single lying religious system.

Steen assures us that, today, she will countenance Popish worship and engage in a cannibalism ritual and ingest the body, blood and bones of a long-dead—if he ever even existed at all—failed Jewish apocalyptic prophet… because that is sensible. This is exactly the sort of sense that we need in an Irish President (which is why I am relieved that the office of Irish Presidency seems to be firmly post-Catholic and firmly post-Christian).

That this lunatic was almost a candidate for the Southern Irish presidency just goes to show how insular and backwards Ireland is. On the British mainland, “they don’t do god”, which is actually why I prefer to be over there.