Making mistake after mistake. Actually, it wasn’t Him.

No, it has been the contingencies created by Mother Nature.

From Day One. That took place millions of years ago. When we started

using big caves as cover to sleep and keep away huge big animals.

Mammoths…saber tigers…dinosaurs…sometimes, probably many times

we ended being breakfast or dinner for one of those. There were and

still are huge volcanoes…earthquakes…we had an Ice Age…an Iron

Age…a Bronce Age and so on. And every time we experienced a

cataclysm of this or that nature…we thought it had been God created…

all over the planet is the same story. And we started inventing cults…

and through a shaman, try to find ways to appease such and such god.

Thus, Religion came into place. All over the planet. In my native

country, México, we had them. A Rain God…a War God…a Fertility

Goddess… and so on. Same thing happened in India…Egypt…Norway…

as we all know,

Rome…there we go…Mars…to name just one. Etc. There was even a

time as we all know, we thought the planet was flat! Can you believe it?

Yes. There was another time ( from no other huge cult as Religion ), that

the sun run around the planet! Yes. Eventually a man as we know, said

to the infalible Church: no, you are wrong. The planet gyrates around

the sun. The poor man had to retract himself or lose his precious life.

At some point, at some point; Religion ( the Catholic Church ) came out

with a huge story. There was so much chaos and disorder on Earth…

that a divine and infalible god, the same one who made the mistake of

creating the first man on the planet, that one. Whom decided to send

via express his own son! To take care of so many social injustices. He

named him Jesus. The poor man…got to live in an arid and hardly

cultivated land. By the sea. His birth was supposed to be divine. So…

a very complex situation had to be devised. ( its a long story ).

The poor man hardly ate and slept. Was Spartan in his ways. He got

a dozen of friends, who didn’t know writing neither reading. To help

him in his crusade. Our lean man worked wonders, yes. He even made

a point walking on water, oh yes. From what I’ve read…he was a kind

good man…although…once in a while didn’t pay to much attention to

his Mama, ( another long story ). The poor man tried to fix things…but

he failed, as far as I understand. We still have lots of problems. All types

of problems. He ended up being crucified. Awfully. Well, being

crucified must be a major thing. Imagine…three large nails…one foot

long…rusty…one for each hand one for both feet…horrible. Well, that

was the end of our hero. And it is said that the dozen of friends carried

on on his mission. And all of the above…supposedly was in a land

at the other side of my country. You see, we were happy…sacrificing a

young male first thing in the morning to keep our gods happy. It was

beautiful…rivers of blood coming down those stairs from the pyramids.

Or throwing young virgins on Zenotes. ( large enclosures of water ).

Well, one day. While we were keeping to our daily businesses. A stinky

group of disgusting people set foot on our beaches…

and the man at the front…declared our not only beaches, but each

grain of sand as his! Can you believe it? Yes, he did. And it gets very

interesting. You see, that bastard disrupted our ways of living. And you

know what type of story they concocted to say yes, after long battles.

Their religion. That’s how I learned about poor Jesus. And…after

hundreds of years, yes, hundreds of years. Those rapists keep telling us

they are right and we are wrong. They have a man dressed in white

robes, whom is supposed to be infalible…who talks each and every

morning with that god who sent his precious son te save us! Can you

believe it! Yes. Oh…and he has an ocean of money. He has managers

all over the planet. Collecting moneys. Every single day. And we are

supposed to fill out his coffins or else suffer eternal punishment.

This man in white robes. Loves expensive beef cuts. Good wine…

I don’t know…maybe beautiful señoritas too. Well, he isn’t hurting.

I’m supposed to believe he is praying for me right now.

– And sweet God, remember Ernesto, he’s a good man. Talks too much

but he is not that bad.

But, in the middle of this awful sanitary world wide crisis…that I’ve

been short of moneys as millions of workers like me…I haven’t gotten

a Penny from the bastard.

And this is all I have to say. This type of cults can be vey dangerous.

We have seen it. The cult to the person of a man who thinks is the

best in the world…and through cunning manipulation…leads them

to the killing of millions of people…the cult to a sick deranged man

who leads a bunch of followers to kill a group of people who were

having a good time. One woman in that group was pregnant.

The cult to a man who lead a bunch of people to commit massive

suicide…in a place in the Caribbean area…in the name of God knows

what…the cult to this deranged individual, accused of rape by more

than two dozen women ( only seventy plus million bastards ) led to

rape a government building causing major mayhem and disorder.

Yes. This idiot is still around.

I think is time for a break.

Good night.

EO