If you’ve
read the posts leading up to this one, you may have gleaned that the Bible
contains some, shall we say, “not entirely appropriate,” material for teaching
children life lessons or using as an example of how to live a full and
wholesome life. I can ultimately forgive
that. Even though the holy book of
billions of people contains more murder, rape, incest and wholesale slaughter
than Game of Thrones, it’s ultimately
a vast and epic ancient narrative and, really, all the other cultures around at
the same time had their own share of creepy, disturbing stories in their own
religious texts. There’s usually also
some kind of reason why the stories are so crazy, whether it’s to explain
relations between tribes, to build the character of the Mr. Hairy Thunderer, Old
Testament God, or to give an origin story to something otherwise unexplainable.
And
sometimes they’re just there to remind us that our ancestors, like us, got
their kicks from some sick shit. They
have no redeeming quality whatsoever, other than maybe to mock us for having
faith in a merciful, benevolent God. What I'm saying is that sometimes God singles out individuals and then flat-out murders them.
You may
already know about Joseph and his coat of many colours. If not, don’t worry. I have Andrew Lloyd Webber and Donny Osmond here to
explain it to you:
They keep telling me homosexuality is frowned on in the Bible, yet here we are.
If someone
put a gun to my head and ordered me to teach a Bible story to children, I would
probably pick Joseph. It’s the
relatively harmless tale of a man whose brothers, jealous of his fabulous new
rainbow coat, sell him into slavery in Egypt.
(Well, we can’t just not traumatize the kids at all. It’s not the Bible if there’s not at least a
little bit of horror.) Luckily for
Joseph, he was born with the poorly explained ability to interpret dreams like
a psychic hotline, a talent which eventually wins him a job as Pharaoh’s
right-hand man. Joseph’s brothers, in
the meantime, are stricken with famine and must travel to Egypt to beg for food
from Pharaoh. This puts them in Joseph’s
court, but they don’t recognize him for all the guyliner and fancy golden duds. Joseph tricks them, making them think he’s
going to punish one of the brothers for a crime he didn’t commit, before
revealing himself as their long-lost sibling.
The brothers, who regret having sold Joseph to slavers in the first
place, are thrilled to see him alive and well.
Everybody has a good laugh, we learn a lesson about the importance of
forgiveness, hugs all around, and nobody fucking dies or is raped or mangled or
gets their freaky incest on for once.
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| Well, yet anyway. |
It’s a
decent story with a decent lesson and minimal depravity, which must be exactly
why whatever Romans put the original Bible together decided to leave this
story smack in the middle of it. It’s
as if they were bitter they couldn’t have gladiators and bisexual orgies
anymore (being Christian and all), so they had to ruin the only normal story
they had with an intermission of God personally
murdering the shit out of people.
Yes,
really. Here we go:
Judah is a
regular ancient Hebrew dude with two sons: Er and Onan. He just wants what’s best for his sons and
so, like a good Hebrew dad, he goes out and finds his eldest son a pretty
wife. Her name is Tamar. She and Er live a long and prosperous life
together, until one day tragedy strikes.
Oh,
wait. No, I got that wrong.
“And Judah took a wife for Er his firstborn,
whose name was Tamar. And Er, Judah’s
firstborn, was wicked in the sight of the LORD, and the LORD slew him.” –
Genesis 38:6-7
Nope. They get married and then, literally in the next line, God just goes ahead and “slays”
Er for no reason other than he is “wicked.”
Personally comes down from Heaven and goes Buffy on his ass. Were they happy until then? Dunno.
Was Tamar sad that her husband had been smitten? Dunno.
That is literally the beginning of
the chapter. The only thing we hear
about Er before he gets his butt murdered is that he was born. That’s it.
We never learn what the crime was that made Er so wicked in the first
place. It could have been trimming his sideburns. Hopefully it was something
inexcusably evil for God to have gotten his holy butt down here in person. Maybe he tried to ass-rape an angel like the
people of Sodom? That’s what I’m going
to go with. Just to make myself feel
better about God personally “slaying” him.
“Slaying”
him.
Sweet Zombie
Jesus Christ, people – God actually slew this
poor guy. That’s what you do when you
really mean murdery business. You slay the dragon that’s been eating some
poor village. According to newspapers, psycho
killers slay their victims. It brings to mind methodical, impersonal and
brutal murder. God did that. Not to an evil
nation or a rogue angel or something – to some random guy whose transgression
we can’t even begin to guess at because
he’s only around for one line.
It has to be angel rape. Nothing else will make me feel better.
Though this
does make me wonder - how exactly does God personally slay a wicked person? However he does it, it's probably pretentious and obscenely violent.
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| Hmmm, violent and pretentious enough, but too impersonal. |
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| Pretentious and personal, but not wantonly violent enough ... |
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| Certainly violent and personal, but not really pretentious ... |
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| Aha! |
Anyway, with
Er murdered by God via flying-300-leap of death, Judah has a widowed
daughter-in-law on his hands. Naturally,
he does the honorable thing and orders his younger son, Onan, to marry her and
have babies in his brother’s name.
Because, you know, preserving the name of someone God personally
eradicated sounds like a swell idea.
What could go wrong?
Onan not
wanting to go through with it, for starters.
He doesn’t want to have children in Er’s name. In his mind, if he’s going to be saddled with
a bunch of screaming poop-machines, they’re going to damn well be his own. Instead of passing up on the sex though, Onan
just pulled out and shot his load onto the ground (apparently they like it
outside, those dirty ancient Hebrews).
Big deal, right? There were no
condoms in 2,000 BCE anyway.
Unfortunately,
for God this is a massive deal. Apparently Onan had never seen the opening of
Monty Python’s Meaning of Life,
because he never learned that every sperm is sacred. God flips his ever-loving Holy Shit and ...
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| You know, maybe he just guns you down in a drive-by smiting. |
Slain.
In case you’re
not keeping track, that is two people that
God has personally murdered in the space of one Bible chapter. If you don’t believe me, here’s the passage:
“And Onan knew that the seed should not be his; and it came to pass, when he
went in unto his brother's wife, that he spilled it on the ground,
lest that he should give seed to his brother. And the thing which he did displeased the
LORD: wherefore he slew him also.” – Genesis 38:9-10.
Somehow I
find this story more disturbing than the ones where God bowls over 20,000
people or something. Of course, that’s
awful and completely against the peaceful, loving Cosmic Muffin God that
churches want you to believe in, but it is a godly thing to do. Gods kill people en masse when they’re
displeased - such is the way gods work.
But when they start picking out individual
people and just murdering the fuck
out of them because they didn’t follow some arbitrary rule that was never
actually laid down anyway? That’s fucked
up.
What’s also
fucked up is the fact that people actually use this story as an excuse for why masturbation and contraception are sins. Yes, because God slew some dude in Genesis
for, as you may notice, not just using contraception but doing so because he didn’t want his brother’s children, condoms are
evil and AIDS is now ravaging the mostly Catholic continent of Africa. Way to go, God. You couldn’t have given the guy a break so
that stupid rule couldn’t be plucked out of the Bible and used to perpetuate an
endless cycle of horrific death. Oh,
no. You and your all-seeing, all-knowing
jerkwad self just had to go ahead and do it anyway. Jerk.
I’m starting
to not like you very much, God.
Anyway,
before this gets really dark, you may be wondering what happened to Tamar. I'm glad you asked, hypothetical reader, because it's fucked up too! In a nutshell, she didn’t want to wait
for Er and Onan’s third, younger brother to grow up and give her babies
(because remember, for women in the Bible it’s always about babies). So,
dressing like a prostitute, Tamar propositions none other than Judah, her
father-in-law.
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| Presumably like this, but with a camel instead of a car. |
Tamar veils
herself, so Judah doesn’t realize the creepy quasi-incest they’re about to
commit (which, by the way, is the second time a woman commits incest with her father-figure for babies). They get their bone on without
Tamar ever revealing her face, and Tamar finally makes herself a baby for Er. When Judah finds out that – gasp! – Tamar is
pregnant, he considers having her burned alive (of course he does – this is the
Bible) but Tamar manages to prove that Judah is the father and he calls it
off. Tamar gives birth to twins, one of
whose line eventually produces David, and then Jesus.
Which I guess
is the weak excuse the makers of the first Bible used when not cutting this whole
fucked up mess right out in the first place.







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