chapter 37

More tedious building instructions. But don't give up. The wars are coming.

Gold Gold God loves Gold. Gold is God. The famous ark is again described in detail. By now, the perceptive reader might have noticed that God is a bald face lie used by murdering tyrants to help control the slaves. The slaves kill, fight and work to collect Gold and all the luxuries of decadence that follows its luster.

And if this Men's Club, with its thousand variations and names, can sell the God lie as truth, they can kill the truth and the slaves will believe they are free and be happy to die slowly before their TV.

Have I said enough.

chapter 38

The alter was mostly copper. Takes heat better than gold.

We are talking the finest woven fabrics and fairly impressive dimensions. And in case someone don't know what a cubit is, like me, it's the length between the elbow of Moses and his finger. Did I say that already. It's so hard not to repeat one's self in interpreting this fuckin' Bible. It is bloody brutal and cold blooded. It is a cultural disaster. The world civilizations are built mostly on lies and tyranny. Since the advent of metal, we have been out of our heads fuckin' obsessed with it.

And murdering each other over it. With it.

While we destroy paradise, throw away life.

You get the picture.

Unless you are building an alter to the death God of Gold.

For each man over twenty entered in the census taking, a half a shekel tax was required for the taking of the census. 603,550 fuckin' ready to kill soldiers. Two and a half million people.

Minimum.

Maybe over 6. They had no condoms.

All terrorized into worshipping a God of terror; itching to rape, pillage and destroy everything in their way.

This is what our religions and culture is made of.

chapter 39

How to clothe the high priests of murder is discussed in this chapter.

As usual when God is Gold, Gold is needed to make the costumes for the demons of dictatorship.

Right about now, someone might think I got some kinda problem with Jews or Christians or both.

Well, I do. They have made me what I am. And that is.

Pissed off.

At the behavior of morons who call themselves men of God.

War sucks for everyone but the war Lords basking in gold and slavery.

And the making of ornamented hats. Crowns. Massive head gear.

Pure Gold is holy to the Lord.

So Lord Moses and his friends will have it everywhere.

"Cover my shitter in Gold."

If the people didn't like doing what Moses said, they could have a motherfuckin' sword in the head.

So they did what he said.

And after the terrorized slaves of Moses did what he said, Moses put on his prettiest dress and blessed them.

"That's a good bunch of Slaves. Procreate."

chapter 40

The Lord and Moses get to talkin' again.

To keep the law after terror had set it in place, rituals were preformed to remind the slaves that the priests were holy. So don't fuck with them.

The tabernacle and everything in it was consecrated. Which means, declared, in the name of Gold, that it was holy.

Hands off.

After the consecrating, anointing to make the tent of Lord Moses most holy.

Moses had Aaron and his sons, whatever happened to wife and children of Moses.

I'll tell ya.

Moses didn't want them.

He wanted the power of dictatorship and the asses of little slave boys.

And when Moses got bored with his drunken, drug abusive, orgies of depravity.

They would go off.

Rape, pillage, murder and destroy.


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