Annual Good Friday blasphemy post


For years, I used to write a blasphemous post on Good Friday just to kick back against the ridiculous confessional state we’ve created for ourselves here in this little republic.

Every year, I trembled in fear, waiting for the knock on my door from a police force determined to arrest and silence me or, to put it another way, I didn’t give a rat’s arse since I knew that our police force cared not one jot what I wrote, until eventually I gave up.

Not even our fundamentalists cared enough to make a complaint.  And so I simply gave up.  I can’t annoy the police, since they don’t care,  and I can’t even annoy the sex-obsessed religious freaks. What’s the point?

Damn this living in a liberal democracy nonsense.   I want to fight back against the forces of oppression.

And then it dawned on me that oppression takes many faces.  Your oppressor doesn’t need to wear jackboots, bark orders at you or hold a snarling German Shepherd on a lead as it lunges towards you.

As long as your oppressor is your neighbour, your brother or your boss, slapping you on the back, getting you tickets for the rugby, finding someone to fix that broken drain, but still speaking  against human freedom, you are still being oppressed, even if it happens to be in the kindest possible way.

You might wonder why I, as a straight man, am so vocal in favour of same-sex marriage.  Some cynics have even suggested that I might be some sort of covert gay myself, to which I’d say, suck this.

My reason is very simple.  I hate oppression.   I hate intolerance.  I hate people taking it upon themselves to dictate to the rest of us how we should live our lives.

They tried it with divorce.  Jesus, they even tried it with contraception, of all things, and succeeded for many years.  They told us what books we could read and what books we could not.  They told the doctors what women they could save and what women they must let die.

They are still all around us and therefore, until they are finally eradicated from the decent society I hope I might finally leave to my children, I will continue to blaspheme.

It’s not because I hate religion.  It’s because these people use religion to impose their demented views on all of us, for no good reason.

Maybe if Ireland finally grows up and passes the marriage-equality referendum with a Yes vote, I might finally stop mocking religion, but until that happens, it’s blasphemy once a year.  Or maybe twice.

Here’s a few blasphemous posts from years past.  With any luck, some religious nut will complain me and we can begin to test the silly Fianna Fáil blasphemy law.


Battlestar Catholactica

Christian Science and the Zombie Jesus

Saint Bock’s Gospel

Jesus Forgets the Safe Word


4 thoughts on “Annual Good Friday blasphemy post

  1. Don’t worry about being labelled Gay, I ask men who ask me if I’m gay “If you could suck your own cock would you and if your answer is yes then you are way over halfway to being Gay” they really have a weird expression on their face.
    On Good Friday shite if the mob shouting for the crucifixion actually changed their mind and said to Jesus actually you can go home we will crucify the others Jesus would have to say no the plan is I have to die to save you so I am just using you, your hatred is part of the plan. Lets get a nailing.

  2. Shalom – The Anglicans are to blame for turning Jesus into an “arms are for hugging” hippie, the cunts. Us pilgrims need the fire and brimstone Jesus, for there is little repentance if Mass is just a brass section and hi-hat short of a Marvin Gaye gig.

    We need a warrior Prince Nazarene, the 21st century version of the Redeemer that marched into the Synagogue in Jerusalem and bate the lawyers and money lenders out of his “father’s house” with a hurley.

    Indiscriminately attacking solicitors and bankers with a stout stick, as any advanced society will agree, is a always good start.

    G-d wills it.

    Amazing that the only times the pubs are closed in this country is for the birth and death of a Jew, who was probably a Rabbi. Leopold Bloom would have been proud.

    Happy Passover and Easter.

  3. Uruguay, these hypocritical Catholics, piss me of, today, I was in west Clare, hungry so I was, decided to stop off at a supervalue, went to the hot food counter, was asked, “can I help you love, yeah, have you any cooked sausages, I’ll just check, Mary is there any more cooked sausages left, ah.. Came the reply, I didn’t put any on,because of the day that’s in it ( good Friday) for fuck sake I thought, what’s it to you what people decide to eat or buy on a good Friday, just because you’re probably a staunch Catholic, so fuck the rest if us…

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