Jesus wept, he was laughing so hard

Jesus sighed.

He reached over and turned the radio up. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Freedom requires religion”? “Religion requires freedom”? WTF was this pendejo saying?

Right, you stupid guero, Jesus thought. Just like the freedom the Afghans had under the Taliban. Or the Jews had under the Inquisition. And “religion requires freedom”? What the heck? What was it that all those Jews in the camps were practicing?

Jesus shook his head.

Would it never stop? Would these pinche politicians ever quit using so-called “religion” to sell their weaselly lies?  

No, they wouldn’t, he knew. They hadn’t for thousands of years.

Jesus checked his one good mirror.

He looked over his shoulder to make sure he could merge. The old Corolla coughed blue smoke, trying hard to accelerate. The freeway wasn’t too crowded at this hour. Jesus had to get to Home Depot and pick up three of his éses. They had been lucky to find work hanging rock at a big remodel in Toluca Lake. It had been a good job so far. A week and a half already. All cash, no questions, no papers. The job site was a couple blocks from where Robert Blake shot his wife. Oh yeah, you shot her, Jesus thought, and we both know it.  No manches. Don’t think you won’t get your eternal reward, either, Señor Blake. No automatic appeals process in heaven.

But what was I thinking about, again? Right, Jesus thought: those politicians. They figured out a long time ago they could take my name and use it for themselves. What was it that mentiroso Huckabee said? Oh, yeah – he owed his poll numbers to divine providence. Divine providence! What a cabron! Didn’t he also say gay marriage would end civilization?

Jesus signaled.

He dropped in behind a black Navigator. Twenty-two-inch wheels, blacked-out windows, spinners. Bumper sticker: “My boss is a Jewish carpenter.”

Jesus smirked.

Not Jewish – Mexican. And not a carpenter – a drywaller. And, mijito, I’m not your boss. So quite trying to pin everything on me.

And then this idiota Trent Lott says he decided to retire early because his pastor read a passage from Ecclesiastes. Pinche mentiroso.

Jesus spat – he cranked down the window and hocked a big greener into the next lane.

He was tired of hypocrites who used God’s name like he was some kind of pro athlete lending his credibility to their screwed-up product. And – ¡hijole! – did they screw it up.

Dragging a girl behind a truck at a “Christian” “boot camp” run by – Jesus winced – Love Demonstrated Ministries. Oral Roberts University’s chancellor’s wife accused of consorting with underage boys. Ted Haggard. David Vitter. Pastors fathering children with their brother’s wives. A “Christian missionary” who uses his clown persona to gain access to young boys – and then dies in prison. And these idiots who believed that they were “putting God back in the classroom,” or wherever. As if God could be removed from there. As if God needed their help.

Jesus frowned.

Everything had gotten so out of hand after his execution.  Actually, he’d seen it coming, even all the way back to that sermon at Karn Hattin.  And that entrance into Jerusalem with the palm fronds and the cloaks and the pony ride and the people touching the hem of his garb – it had gotten a little scary, actually.  So he wasn’t really surprised that after he died, so many people had gotten it so wrong. He wasn’t some superhero, he was just some ordinary guy, like his friends Buddha and Mohamed. An ordinary guy with extraordinary insight – the kind of insight you get after you’ve spent several lifetimes around this place, he thought.  But it was the “rock star” thing at work: people needed to make it something more than it was, and so his real story got embellished and added to.  It was like that game, “Telephone”: one person hears something, then passes on to the next person what they thought they heard, and the next person tells the person after them what they thought the first person thought they heard, and so on.  By the time his story had gotten to the 21st century, Jesus was almost unrecognizable.

It never ceased to amaze him how down through the centuries humans had purported to be interpreting his words. No meat on Fridays? What cabron made up that rule? Obviously, no one who had ever had any of his tio’s carne asada. Holy water? Incense? And the robes – and that hat!¡Hijole! He shook his head. What a waste, he thought. And worse – killing people. Starting wars. Making a scene at soldiers’ funerals.

I wish they wouldn’t use my name for that, he thought. Why is it, he wondered – although he already knew the answer – that the ones who spent the most time worrying about other people’s behavior were the ones most guilty of that behavior?  And why was it that the ones who most often invoked his name to justify whatever it was that they were doing were the ones who would never even consider living the kind of life that he led?  It’s like he was some kind of pro athlete, lending his name to their screwed up product.  Only, he didn’t endorse most of what they were doing: I’m Jesus, and I do not approve of this message.

Jesus prayed.

Please, Lord, help these people find something better to do with their time.  

And my church, the church I founded, the one that I told Peter to build – how badly has that been screwed up? Crucifixes made in sweatshops are sold in St. Patrick’s Cathedral. And right here in L.A., our own beloved Cardinal Mahoney – who managed to find places to relocate child molesters – now can’t seem to find money to relocate three good nuns, whose convent is being sold to pay for the damages caused by Cardinal Roger’s stupidity. And the Vatican had to resort to riot police to evict  some nuns in Poland who refused to leave their convent on orders from Rome.

And then this Benedict, this “Pope,” has the cojones to declare that all other churches are “defective” because they don’t recognize his spiritual leadership! What a culo!

But, Jesus thought, while sometimes it was awful what they did in God’s name, sometimes it was just hilarious. There was a Baptist group that passed a resolution calling on its members to repent for saying things on a blog that church leaders took as criticism.

“Repent! Repent!”

Jesus chuckled.

He thought about the chocolate statue of himself that was taken down and then put back up again – people made death threats!

Jesus smiled.

I love chocolate, he thought. Some people just don’t like the idea of a brown Jesus, I guess.

And then there was Kathy Griffin – she nailed it when she told the audience at the Emmys that Jesus had nothing to do with her winning. Ooh, the Catolicos were pissed about that one! Funny how they didn’t have a problem with Salma Hayek when she gave God credit for her chichis.

Jesus laughed.

But the best, the best, was the Vatican’s “Guidelines for the Pastoral Care of the Road.” “Thou shalt not make rude gestures behind the steering wheel” always cracked Jesus up.

And, “Those who know Jesus Christ are careful on the roads” – are you kidding me?!!

¡Órale, guero! They must have seen my driving!! Jesus laughed hysterically. He was pounding the steering wheel.

Jesus wept,

he was laughing so hard. He thought he might pee his pants.

Jesus swerved.

He cut across two lanes to make the Sherman Way exit.

People are loco, he thought. The things they get upset about, the things that are important to them, the things they value.

Jesus reflected.

Coño, I met a dog on the subway the other day named Jesus, he thought. He was a Yorkie. He had blue hair. His owner was some wack British goth girl from Yorkshire. She said she liked the name. She said she rescued him because he was from Yorkshire, like her. She had, like, a half dozen piercings on her face and about the same number of tattoos on her arms that he could see. Her nails were painted black at the tips.

Did it bother him? Not at all. He was honored, actually. But some uptight cabron on the subway gave that girl a hard time about the dog’s name. He said she was probably a terrorist, and said she should go back where she came from. She told him to fuck off.

Jesus smiled.

He realized that most people in this country wouldn’t know him for who he was if their lives depended on it. They would no sooner listen to a poor, dirty Mexican laborer with bad teeth and no papers than they would to a Martian. Sometimes the realization bothered him.

But mostly he actually liked it that way. He liked talking with his vatos that he hung out with most mornings in front of the Home Depot, better than to a group of five thousand. He always felt that those five thousand were all looking for someone else to give them an answer to a question they weren’t even willing to honestly ask themselves.  And that’s why all the miracles: because with enough magic and bells and whistles, no one had to look inside and pay attention to the work they had to do themselves.

And these people – always confusing my message with the message from the Old Testament.  I thought I had spelled it out for them when that scribe asked me about it.  And besides, he knew that they weren’t really looking to obey all 613 of the laws from the Old Testament;.  If they were, they wouldn’t be having pepperoni pizza, eating lobster, and wearing cotton/polyester blends.  No – they were just looking for an excuse to go hating on other people.

“Hay-ZOOS!” his friends called.  It always cracked him up: Hey, Zeus.

Jesus pulled into the Home Depot parking lot.

It was time to go to work.

Jesus parked.

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  1. Who would Jesus tip?

    Muchos gracias, y’all.

  2. Well deserving of it’s spot on the Rec List.

  3. very nice…

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  5.    I dreamed I stood upon a hill, and, lo!

       The godly multitudes walked to and fro

       Beneath, in Sabbath garments fitly clad,

       With pious mien, appropriately sad,

       While all the church bells made a solemn din —

       A fire-alarm to those who lived in sin.

       Then saw I gazing thoughtfully below,

       With tranquil face, upon that holy show

       A tall, spare figure in a robe of white,

       Whose eyes diffused a melancholy light.

       “God keep you, strange,” I exclaimed.  “You are

       No doubt (your habit shows it) from afar;

       And yet I entertain the hope that you,

       Like these good people, are a Christian too.”

       He raised his eyes and with a look so stern

       It made me with a thousand blushes burn

       Replied — his manner with disdain was spiced:

       “What!  I a Christian?  No, indeed!  I’m Christ.”

    Best, Terry

    • Diane G on December 10, 2007 at 12:30

    Perfect.

    Man, I would dig seeing this in Pink, you know, those people seriously need to laugh more.

    Luv ya!

    Diane 🙂

  6. What a great essay.  Thanks for starting off my Monday morning with delight.

  7. This business of bringing “freedom” to the world got busy in earnest in Central America in the ’60’s, culminating in perhaps 2.5% of the population of El Salvador being murered by US state-sponsored, US trained death squads (basically not unlike Pol Pot’s dictum to “kill everyone with glasses, they killed off the peasants who struggled against the oligarchy).

    The Contras and their taxpayer-funded existance is an issue which should not be a secret, yet I never see even Sy Hersh referring to the genesis of torture being in Honduras, where contemporary manuals were written.  There emerged the precursor of all the torture now so commonly held in protest.  The School of the Americas’ (SOA) official language was Spanish and produced at last count 55,000 graduates, who were found in human rights commissions’ inquiries to have done about 80% of the most hideous crimes against the various populations of Central America.

    I have a diary, forgive this pimpable moment, but may I ask you to peruse the links given there?  https://www.docudharma.com/show

    Because I just shake my head as to why this occured.  Evidently the history of Central America was the history of an oligarchy reacting to the history of Mexico which was to copycat the revolution of the US.  Mexico collectivized land, but was never persecuted for communism, the way the US presence in Central America was explained to the US sheeple (an utter CROCK).  

    Remember in F911 how Moore savagely satirized the coalition of the willing?  Remember the satirical images pasted over the mention of Honduras?  El Salvadaor?  Nicaragua?

    Well it wasn’t all so meaningless.  What all the Iraq funding did was to create yet more US public funding for a mass squad of mercenaries already trained/equipped by the US taxpayer from the Iran/Contra years.

    This is the genesis of an extremely bloodthirsty, torturing killer class who literally – in Honduras – wrote the manuals and developed the laboratory for torture.  This was used against the people of El Salvador and Nicaragua in particular.

    What I can conclude is the entire meme about “fighting communism” is hallucinatory misprision of all that went on in Central America (please, kindly review diary, I pimp but this once).

    Because I’m going to wager that the entire reason for Iraq is not oil (the US gets its oil mostly from Canada/Mexico) but instead to throw more bones to the human Rottweiler mercenary police force now developed worldwide.

    The US is training armies in a minimum of 70 countries at any given time.  Do we really believe there is no further alliance?  I’m talking about a worldwide coalition of mercenaries who may be the core group of killers currently employed in the McBabylon war on Babylon.  

    BTW don’t expect to ever hear true death statistics on the part of the invading forces there.

    They are mercenaries at heart, these trainees.  They may number well into the millions if you total them up from all these countries.  Curiously if you google the White House “coalition of the willing” list, it includes mostly countries with abysmal human rights records in which the US has spent time/money training killer armies.  Being under the funding umbrella of the “coalition of the willing” allowed the US taxpayer to further fund these already trained/equipped killer classes.

    Mercenaries work for hire.  I am beginning to conclude that the biggest fear the US has, is that the money (fictitious Wall Street capital) is going to run out, and the entire force will fall under the employ of perhaps China.

    The US taxpayer has no clue the number of mercenary armies which have been trained/equipped.  Once these trainees learn the killing techniques fostered first in Central America in the name of the “Contras” business, believe me, they would be madmen beyond reasonable patriotism.

    Therefore the function of the Iraq War has been to give them all something to do – keep them all on one payroll.

    Like a madman who would raise killer dogs, whose budget for feeding them surpasses his budget for caring for his own children, the gummnt has created a worldwide monster.

    Start bringing alms to the hills and following Jesus’ words there.  Once the money runs out and the US economy crashes… chickens, meet roost.  The world army will be employed by others and guess where they will come.

  8. migrant day laborer – now that’s PERFECT!! At least according to the New Testament that I remember.

    • kj on December 10, 2007 at 15:27

    perfect end to a perfect story.  Thanks so much!  @:-)

  9. This is amazing.  Excellent. Wow Wow Wow.

    Jesus laughed so hard he nearly peed his pants.

    Hey, Zeus  

    Thank you.

    It is slippery and cold here in the Northeast.  I went out to get the paper and slipped and fell on my butt.  It was good to read your essay.  Made me forget the weather.

  10. Since we are considering building an addition in Tarzana and are looking to save a few bucks in labor on the drywall bid.

    Can you ask him to give me a call?

  11. The Wash. Post actually printed a Letter to the Editor of mine last year in the same vein:

    One More Example Of Religious Strife

    Friday, September 22, 2006; A16

    I watch with increasing irritation the unfolding imbroglio concerning Pope Benedict XVI’s remarks about Islam.

    Giving him the benefit of the doubt, here we have a supposedly erudite — but apparently clueless — pontiff invoking the writings of an obscure medieval emperor and unintentionally causing dyspepsia in the Muslim world.

    It leads me to wonder: Has there been anything in the history of humankind that has caused more suffering to said humankind than religion?

    You know the usual suspects: Christians vs. Muslims, Muslims vs. Jews and the Catholics of Northern Ireland vs. the Protestants of Northern Ireland.

    TOM FAHEY

    Springfield

    Interestingly, they also printed a response from some Christo-fascist cochino taking me to task.  (I Googled his name and, surprise, found he is actually a mouthpiece for organizations of his ilk…but he didn’t have the cojones to identify himself as such.)

    Felice Navidad!

    Tio Pepe

  12. to say Amen?

    Well done.

  13. that sums it up. Great way to start my week. Assbackwards, religion is.

    • Temmoku on December 10, 2007 at 23:20

    With a hattip to “Steambath” and the PuertoRican God…damn good satire you have here. Just right for this political holiday season!  

  14. Perfecto y maravillosa.

    Y, otra vez tambien:


    Feliz Hanukkah, Jesus

  15. this is one of the most brilliant, perceptive pieces of political analysis I have read in the blogs.  It goes to the bsolute beating heart of the hypocrisy surrounding the religious debate, both in this country and globally.

    When I was travelling in Africa during the 80’s and 90’s it would make me wince to see images of blonde blue-eyed Jesus’s in airport aiting rooms and roadside cafe’s, side by side with Bob Marley, and Nelson Mandela.

    I am going to work on forming the Church of Home Depot, our icon will be a phalanx of (crew) of plaster saints weilding sponges and whatever those flat things they spread it on the walls with are called. The litmus test to join will be fluency in Spanish Creole and a knowledge of the song La Paloma. I shall apply for tax exempt status, citing the church of Scientology as the precedent.

    In all seriousness, if Jesus did return it would be much more likely to be in the form of a Mexican migrant worker or  even a Jordanian Palestinian refugee, certainly not a bible thumping southern baptist.

    For all it’s satire this is a most serious and important work of modern theological philosophy.  Would make a great play.  The last passion of Christ of the Church of Plasterers.

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