Scowls

So, Jesus was married, and I have to assume that the marriage was consummated. So Jesus, unlike his mother, was no virgin. How, in Christ's name, is el Popo gonna spin this one. Sure, it's a 4th century papyrus, so it was probably written concurrently to the Council of Nicea, and might very well be a bit of heretic propaganda. Still, I can't fathom any reason for the author to lie...I mean any more than the Bible does. If only we could figure out who the lucky lady was; that lucky woman who screamed 'Oh God' for the first time, and really meant it. It seems to me that the catholic priesthood can finally unleash its hankering for a piece of ass that isn't at the north end of an altar boy's legs.

But the real point of this piece is scowling. I've heard it said many times that men age better than women, but that is simply not true. 99.9% of the human population age poorly, and it is easily read on their faces. People scowl, and you may claim that it's the result of that 'quiet desperation' thing, but I would argue that it's because they are flat out miserable; a misery created by the LIFE we choose to accept as normal; a LIFE shaped by outdated beliefs and paradigms (allow me to make it clear...that I am referring to god, work, sex, and marriage).

Little kids smile all the time, which leads me to believe that smiling is the most natural facial expression in our repertoire. My father always said that a smile requires fewer facial muscles than not smiling; that a smile is the more relaxed state; that stern, sullen, angry require our faces to work much harder. Kids smile in response to both internal and external stimuli. Adults, most often, smile only in response to the external; that phony, concocted 'it's so good to see you' thing. Adults look to others for a reason to smile. Kids  do not. Kids wear their smiles, and share them willingly. So, it logically follows that, as parents, trying to prepare our children for LIFE, we teach the smiles right out of them. This, if you accept my argument, makes most of us very bad parents.

That kid who shot up the movie theater in Colorado lost his smile. Yeah, I know, you think that is not a good enough reason, but, if I may gently point out, it is our fault. It isn't LIFE that stole his smile...it is us, and because of that, he deserves our forgiveness, our compassion, our apologies. We surrounded him with our collective misery, and our insistence on living lives that lead to misery. Collectively, we expect our children to live under the bell curve umbrella of strength. We expect our kids to be able to withstand the misery, to be strong enough, and we paint those who can't as either mentally ill, or the devil incarnate. We should forgive him. He deserves forgiveness. We do not. We perpetuate a LIFE in which we breed misery, and we all deal with it in our own way. Most scowl. Some shoot up movie theaters. All part of being human; human beyond the constraints we impose, human beyond the scope of our very, limited normal.

I imagine Jesus was smiling when he shot his first load into his wife, because sexing is an inherently joyous act. It takes a lot of work to kill the joy in sexing. Sex is certainly more joyous than buying a new Lexus, going to work, believing in god, or getting married. In each of these instances, there is a search for joy from the external. Joy resides within. It resided within you before you gave up on it.

I am also certain, that given the hard work of being a messiah, and the enormous pressure from his father to succeed, Jesus quickly lost the joy, and settled into the ennui of a good brisket at Rosh Hashanah. Likely the first son of god to utter the words...'not tonight, milk and honey...I have a headache'.

We build our lives on a foundation of straw, and upon that straw, we stack our acquisitions, and as we amass all those things we believe will make us happy, the weight of the whole pile of shit crushes our foundation, until all that is left is debilitating misery. This is what we commonly refer to as life, and that is the legacy we offer our children. Long ago, humanity accepted that puritanical, work ethic definition of life; that happiness comes from working hard, and having what the other guy has. It should be clear to you by now...before you grow old...that there can be no happiness without joy; there is no benefit to work, marriage, or praying without joy; a life without joy does not lead to happiness, it leads to inevitable disappointment, inevitable misery.

That chimp gene has probably screwed us forever. If only the bonobo had reigned supreme in the human gene pool. And now, we are only left with one real choice. Go fuck, or go fuck yourself. Oh god, YESSSSSSSSS.