Friday, 18 April 2025

The Bunny. The Bunny. Oh I Hate The Bunny.

There is racially charged dust up online recently because of a giant statue of a pagan Hindu god now erected near Houston Texas. And I remember at one point writing an article about this kind of thing on a former blog, about a smaller statue, but can’t seem to find it for the life of me. So, you get this one instead. 

Just in time for Easter!

Christians feel uneasy when they see this kind of thing because we all implicitly know that what a Christian often calls pagan, or would call pagan if they had the chutzpa, is often synonymous with the idea of foreign. We’re a secluded bunch here in the west of Christianity. So, when we think of the backwards practice of worshiping a statue, our only models for putting the mechanics of that together is that one Veggie Tales clip with the giant chocolate bunny. But now, on the heels of poor immigration policies, a real statue is here and is being worshiped by people who isn’t you.

So much for Christian Nationalism, eh?

Oh, you thought this was the first giant idol in America? I can understand given the times that it would take a golden statue to shake your spiritual conscience up a bit. But large construction projects have been built in the name of several false gods, all over the place even. But it does take a kind of discernment you can’t enter into a search bar to see them.

They’re not shaped like any man or beast or combination of man and beast. No. Those are the attributes of obvious gods. The gods you were ok with living in temples far away. Where you send missionaries. The more troubling ones are found in temples made of brown-grey concrete and glass. The data centers that make up Google were the first idols and temples that got erected in the west in a long while, because the demons finally figured out how to pull that particular wool over the eyes of the public. What did you think a thing that only answers petitions would be in practice if not a god that people would default to? You think the money and government subsidies and sheer draw on a power grid that these data centers take from us, isn’t a sacrifice, because it’s not a cow killed in Texas. I mean there are a lot of cows killed in Texas. Even ones burnt in the attempt at achieving greatness At least culinary greatness. But good BBQ and bad Hindu idols would have different standards. I suppose.

Back to the boring grey concrete gods of data,

Sometime long before enough worshipers of statues got to North America, people started worshiping other things like idols, that didn’t look like idols. And in so doing, laid the groundwork for construction projects like this statue this to eventually happen. One where the idol looks like an idol. That kind of work doesn’t just get undone by government making sure all statues are irreligious. Though judges are involved a bit.

Somewhere in Texas, or maybe nearby Florida, is a Christian who has the excavator waiting to be called on by the Angel of the Lord, just like Gideon was. But alongside him is the hacker who knows that porn is a cancer on society. Like a bronze cow that demanded children for its burnt offerings. He know, the same way the excavator driver in Christ knows, how to tear down these idols. And if and when, either of these two get a nudge from that Angel, the news will look a little different the following night. What they do in the name of their God will not be legal, will not be nice, and will be done with the intent of making a false god contend with real Christians. Or at the very least their followers, who will resort to any sort of desperation available to prove their god was real.

The Baal worshipers danced and sang and slashed themselves silly to get their god to show up. What do you think porn worshiper will do when an enterprising young Zoomer with a knack for code and a new A.I. supercharger, start insisting it’s their turn to use holyfire.exe . Because I can tell you now, digital porn files, while pervasive, are a lot more fragile that solid gold statues.

The big thing to notice is that we’ve somehow maintained a level of idolatrousness while thinking we put those idols away. And in doing so, missed that the idols no longer had morphic shapes. So completely, in fact, that anthropomorphic ones could show up like it was any given Sunday.

But it’s not Sunday. It’s good Friday and we worship a real God of real Sacrifices, and his kingdom shall have no end. We need to remember that when statues are erected, buildings smudged, offices DEI’d, climates not changed, and OnlyFans exists as a valid career choice for young women after high school. If and when these practices are cast down like so many stacked stones and sacrilege, we need to be ready to call it like it lies. Namely so dead it was never even alive. Which means calling the sage smoke stinky, the carbon tax a scam, the metrics of DEI the jealousy and spite of White heterosexuality it is, alongside the whoredom of any form of online porn.

You can get fleeces on Amazon if you’re really looking for a sign to get to work. I promise you it will be wet when the dew hits it. At least once.

“And Joash said unto all that stood against him, Will ye plead for Baal? will ye save him? he that will plead for him, let him be put to death whilst it is yet morning: if he be a god, let him plead for himself, because one hath cast down his altar.”

Judges 6:31 KJV

No comments:

Post a Comment