Are you getting fat today? You know today is the day that God says you can eat whatever you want and as much of it you want? It’s your last chance to eat like a pig because for the next month or so you’re supposed to fast—or some shit like that—and eat only what’s necessary to keep your fat ass alive.
All the details regarding this religious ritual I have willfully forgotten. I was a religious person at one time—until the age of reason, around the age of 12 or 13 when I decided that this religious thing is stupid as hell—no pun intended. It’s my life, I am gonna do with it what I please. Isn’t that the point of life? If not, then what’s the point in living?
“Don’t eat meat on Fridays!” Fuck you, I am gonna eat what I want, when I want and how fucking much of it I want and no one—not some cult like religion is going to tell me otherwise.
What the hell is the point of having something if you can’t eat it? If there is a God—because we can’t know for sure whether he exists or not—I believe that he does not give a shit what we eat. And why is that, you ask? Because he—supposedly—gave us all these delicious animals TO EAT! If we weren’t supposed to eat them, then why did he give them to us, then, huh? And why the hell do they taste so fucking good? It just seems to me that the logical answer is: he gave them to us to fucking eat and be merry. He knew life would suck so much—no thanks to some of his followers—sheeple, I call them—and we ought to enjoy what little pleasure we can find.
It just boggles my mind at the number of people who buy into this religious bullshit and its stupid trivialities. Do people really enjoy being controlled in such ways? Or are they that brainwashed that they don’t see they’re being controlled? Don’t eat meat on Fridays, don’t drink alcohol, don’t swear, don’t do this, don’t do that—Jesus! People gotta be fucking masochists. Life is bad enough without worrying about not doing stupid shit like that. Doing these things sweetens the bitter pie called life.
Now, if I’m not mistaken, you can only eat fish on Fridays—is that right? What I wanna know is this: what does God have against fish? Fish are animals too! Why should they be exempt from this “don’t eat meat” rule? Fish are meat. A different kind, maybe, but still meat. What did fish ever do to God? I think if you’re gonna restrict yourself—if you wanna make a statement—you should go all the fucking way—none of this picking and choosing bullshit. Don’t eat animals at all! And that fucking includes fish! Stick with your vegetables, be a vegetarian for a day, show how motivated you are.
And what the fuck makes Friday so special, huh? Why not Monday? Or hey! Sunday! That would make sense, right? Sunday is supposed to be God’s day, and if he doesn’t want you to eat meat, then maybe you shouldn’t eat it on his day. Does that sound reasonable? Logical, even? But I suppose if you wanna be logical, you shouldn’t be in the business of practicing religion at all, but that’s just me.


