by Mr. Mean-Spirited
Misotheism is one of those delightful words that seems to have fallen out of use. A smattering of classical education will tell you that the term simply means hatred of God. But a loathing of the Almighty reveals something essential that humanity has forgotten about the nature of existence.
The individual who hates God truly believes. A man who detests the divine truly knows. Anyone can get bored enough with life to claim to love the King of Kings, but a loathing of the Lord requires quite an understanding of the true nature of existence. Make no mistake about it, mainstream Christians will feel threatened by the notion of misotheism, but what torments the churchgoer is not the part about a hatred of God, but the fact that you have such an intimate knowledge of the Creator.
The only problem with atheism is that it makes an adherent so damn boring; in just this fashion, loving God is simply too humiliating for a man with any self-respect. Only hating God returns a believer some dignity and depth. If you want to maintain a sense of self-worth, you do not worship the Powers of Heaven, but devote yourself to fucking up God’s creation.
Misotheism is always an intensely personal reaction to God’s indifference. You don’t care how many wars God might allow; you are only concerned about the well-being of one single person: you. You don’t care how many human beings God might smite dead; you are only concerned with one life: your own. You don’t care how many humans might die of hideous diseases; you are only concerned about one individual’s health: yours.
Your own personal suffering teaches a believer more about God’s real intentions than does any scripture. Hopelessness reveals more about the Almighty than does any passing joy. You need to face facts, God screwed you over big time. God could have done so much more for you; the All-Powerful could have brought you bliss and bitches; the Omnipotent could have delivered prosperity and pussy; but instead, the Almighty let your life come to this. If God had kept his word, your life would have turned out the way you wanted – instead of like this. Don’t you think that you would have done better in the world if only the Lord had kept his part of the bargain? If your unfulfilled existence isn’t justification enough for hate then nothing is.
If you feel compelled give thanks for God when you experience some good fortune, then you must logically blame God when you endure some misfortune. If you express gratitude when you have food on the table, then you must curse the Heavenly Father when you go hungry. If you do not hold God responsible for adversity, then you do not really have faith. If you make excuses for God’s defects, then you do not honestly believe.
If it were a matter of random chance, then you would never have suffered quite so much; surely you would have experienced a little ecstasy by accident along the way. Instead, your life has been one catastrophe followed by another. There is only one possible explanation for the pattern of disaster in your life: God has it in for you. The Creator sabotaged things for you at the moment you were born. The Lord obviously despises you – and you need to return the favor. God hates you, and you need to return the loathing.
Most of all, you hate God for the same reason one spouse comes to abhor the other: disappointment. A wife hates the husband simply because he let her down; a cuckold comes to scorn his mate because she betrayed him. Like your own significant other, the Lord didn’t do what was promised. God doesn’t answer prayers. Every supplication is a data point about the nature of the divine – but unfulfilled requests tell you more about God’s attitude toward humanity than any realized prayer. If the Almighty doesn’t give you what you want, the All-Powerful must be held accountable.
The Creator wants to destroy your freedom; the King of Kings has a thing for obedience. The Lord likes to have his creation doing what it is told. If you truly had free will, then you would not be tortured in the afterlife for refusing to comply with divine edicts. God wants you to follow commandments no matter how absurd; the All-Powerful feels so much more almighty when the believers are properly submissive. Sure, the Heavenly Father is a bit of a control freak; the Holy Spirit doesn’t react well when his authority is questioned. Meekness gets the manna flowing.
God wants you subservient. Make no mistake about it, the Lord wants to see you on your knees. The obedient churchgoer becomes quite good at groveling; the servant of God develops quite a knack for self-abasement. The way the eyes well up with tears when pleading for a miracle is always quite amusing. None of the afflicted will ever get that cure of course, but sometimes God just enjoys a good cringe. None of the poor will ever get that job no matter how much they implore, but the Heavenly Father does appreciate a bit of fawning. God wants you to be inferior. The Almighty wants to see you to beg and beseech, and then the Good Lord is going to batter you to death.
God wants you dead. Ultimately God wants you to die for him. God wants see the expression on your face at the moment of your demise. God thinks that muscle-flicker of pain is ever so cute; the way the blood pools just beneath the surface of your skin is ever so fetching. God likes that sudden sweetness to your perspiration when the agony washes over you. God enjoys that moment when your eyes go slightly out of focus with fear. God never tires of the expression on your face when your bowels release just before you lose consciousness forever.
God wants to steal your soul. He will harvest your soul and add it to his collection. The Lord of Hosts already has a place for your spirit amongst the others on his shelf; not that your soul is a particularly fine specimen, but the Lord is a bit of a completest, you see. Souls are like comic books – once you start collecting a series, you just got to have them all.
You need to accept that there is nothing you can do about your fate. Realize the pain and recognize the ultimate cause.
Misotheism helps you keep your self-respect in the face of utter damnation. You will be going to hell all right – ain’t nothing that would ever change your perdition – but at least you can be a man about your own fate in that eternity of fire and brimstone. Misotheism restores your dignity. You might not be able to extinguish the flames of hell that assuredly await you, but at least you can spit in the Almighty’s eye as you are cast out. Hatred of God is the ultimate protest against the injustice of life.
A man who does not end up a confirmed misotheist has experienced nothing in life.