The Unsurprising Maleness of God the Father

God-deniers want you to worship a goddess, a princess, the supposed femaleness and feminine energy of "mother Earth."

The first time I stubbed my toe, burnt my fingers on a hot stove, got yelled at or attacked by a dog, and the first time I was falsely accused of stealing by a neighbor 4 times my size, I was only knee-high to a man in a screaming match with a neighbor's child.

This was years before the systematic, relentless suffering and torment really began in earnest.

The first time a girl threw sand in my eyes, or threw a cat at me, tortured a cat in front of me and fully expected I'd be fine with it, I got a sense of what women were really like.

So you might be forgiven for making the connection that this world behaves like the vicious, entitled psychopathic female sex.

But most of the time, the world ignored me, left me alone, and didn't give a damn about me. Parents included.

In a world like this one, a world full of misery even in the richest country, you might be forgiven for wondering if God is male or female.

But God the Father is obviously male.

Fathers differ considerably from mothers.

To be asked to worship the moral equivalent of something scraped off the bottom of your shoe is abhorrent to moral men.

When a mother punishes a child, too often it's out of selfishness.

When a father punishes a child, it's for fear of what that child might become without discipline. An act of love. Like our loving Father in heaven disciplines us to make us better.

As a rule, women are foolish, cowardly, and arrogant. And everyone knows it.

Men, by comparison, are capable of astounding wisdom, capable of giant leaps of logic, and are the sex which is most capable of holding fast to the truth.

To say that there are exceptions and Bell curves is an insult to people who love the truth, and I won't torture them further by suggesting that anyone should bend over backwards looking for any exceptions.

God is mighty, like a man. He's the Almighty, stronger than any man. Unrivaled in strength and the God of truth.

The best of women, the weaker sex in many regards, lie to themselves far more frequently than they blink.

The God of armies, the king of Kings is not a woman. And there is no woman on the planet who could be mistaken for our merciful, truth-loving Father, who leads armies to victory, not disaster.

Whatever a woman leads comes to disaster. You know the names of female inventors or chemists because they're the exception to the rule in all of human history.

Usually, over the thousands of years of recorded history, an "inventor", "ruler", or "king" refers to a man, because a man doing what comes naturally to him. Being God-like.

But you're free, any time you like, in a free country, to start up a company, a laboratory, an engineering shop of some kind, a research and development firm staffed by nothing but female volunteers using only the things women have invented or discovered.

The conditions may, in a week or so, maybe a month, be worse than the conditions in the poorest African tribes if they're left to build everything for themselves out of the materials God gave men to work with.

I've seen many men, trained or otherwise, able to set up shelters in a day from nothing but a stand of trees, an outcropping of rock.

So many female animals in nature can do this, but in searching for the gender-neutral topic of wilderness survival, I've never once seen a female human achieve this. Not once.

In the absence of males, a female quail hen merely sits on the ground, somewhere dry, out of the wind, and goes to sleep. Without men, women would be restricted to the latitudes where this is one of the options.

Men have fallen drunk into a winter snowdrift, frozen and dead, and have been successfully revived by modern medicine hours later.

Men and their inventions are fully capable of raising the dead. Women, for all intents and purposes, can't figure out how to start a fire without a book of matches, and you'd be sending your daughters out into the woods to die if you thought otherwise.

Maybe there is a women's survivalist club somewhere, but I haven't found one.

There are many men who can perfectly well sustain themselves in the wilderness for decades.

When women try to hitch-hike or go camping, they're routinely eaten by bears, beheaded by Muslims, get cut into pieces by a hitchhiker, or die on some mountain to prove "women can, too" while hundreds of mountaneers (men) climb past their corpse to successfully summit the peak.

If, therefore, something is to be shouted from the mountaintops, this leaves women out of the running.

Are women gods? Certainly not. They're nothing like God. They're closer in kin to our enemies, the parasites, leaching of the awesome productivity of men and their highest achievements. Drinking out of a cup of porcelain or steel made possible by male inventiveness.

Crows are not found within 50 miles or so of human settlement, neither are women. But men are frequently found as pioneers, building and running company towns to clear forests, to drill or frack for shale oil.

As a rule, women don't go where there are no men, start company towns, clear out the forests, drill for oil or blast out mines to retrieve coal, gold, or diamonds they wear around their ungrateful necks.

Just as crows don't go where there are no human settlements, and the children of the devil don't go anywhere without their shabbos goys and slaves, women don't go where there are no men building shopping malls for them.

A woman produces one thing of value, and feminism teaches them in no uncertain terms not to produce it.

Feminism turns women into a worthless class of monsters and parasites, just exactly the same way that the promise of a Communist utopia turns men into a worthless class of monsters and parasites.

Our loving, merciful Father sent wisdom to this world peopled by too many fools and lemmings, and punishes those who fail to heed His unique wisdom and to spread it, to share it with your progeny.

It was not a woman who gave me this book of wisdom, but a man. My dad. My mom took me to a church full of hypocrites who don't believe what's in that book of wisdom, and unite to wage war against its truth, to twist it to the breaking point so they can feel better about their mental masturbation society.

Try telling them the truth about women sometime if you think they're so full of truth and mercy.

The best that can be said of them is that they're the helpers of men. Just like Adam needed a helper. It was not good for him to be alone.

And it's true. A wife is helpful. Because in our modern goddess-worshipping upside-down society, a wife can punch a woman and get away with it, call a woman a harlot or a slut.

Neither a man nor woman is allowed to burn a woman at the stake or hang them, anymore. It's fallen out of fashion this season.

Things, to be sure, men have done in the past, and for damned good reason.

Otherwise, if women were no help to men, I'd scrape them off the bottom of my boot and do without them entirely.

It's clear to me that Moses felt the same way about women who've strayed from virtue. He wasn't wrong.