Created in his image

Allallt has in the linked post argued against the claim made by the believers in the Judeo-Christian god that we are created in his image. I see no need to repeat his arguments here. 

In my village, we say, if a mad man takes your clothes while you are bathing in the river, don’t run after him, there will be difficulty in telling who the mad one is. And it is so that I have made a point of not responding to a madman, SoM, whenever he tries to drag me down a rabbit hole. But I will respond to his absurd claim here.

First he asks me to explain how everything made itself, a reply, he seems to write everywhere.  In my comment on the OP, I make no comment or allusions to the origin of things. And so far as I can tell, I don’t know neither does the madman SoM know. The bible,  Koran or whatever book isn’t evidence. 

His next question regards my comment that the bible and its god is myth. He asks if I, too, is a myth. This question requires no answer. It must have been asked by an idiot with access to the internet. Only a deluded individual will think his god is rather special and all other stories of gods are myths. All groups of people have their creator gods, that the Hebrew one is prominent in some parts of the world is due simply to warfare and deception. Nothing more.

I am open to be persuaded I am wrong in calling the Judeo-Christian god myth. To do that I want evidence. The bible doesn’t qualify. Your grandmother seeing a vision is not evidence. Finding a parking slot is not evidence. Finding lost socks, John Z, I am looking at you, is not evidence. 


The Jews

As a statement of post-modern and super-terrestrial fact, the religion that the Jews have foisted upon the world seems to me to be as vast a curse as the influenza that we inherit from the Tatars or the democratic fallacies set afloat by the French Revolution. The one thing that can be said in favour of it is that it is not true, and yet we suffer from it almost as much as if it were true.

[..]A race of lawgivers? Bosh! Leviticus is as archaic as the Code of Manu, and the Decalogue is a fossil. A race of seers? Bosh again! The god they saw survives only as a bogey-money, a theory, an uneasy and vexatious ghost.

But a race of poets, my lords, a race of poets! It is a vision of beauty that has ever haunted them. And it has been their destiny to transmit that vision, enfeebled, perhaps, but still distinct, to other and lesser peoples, that life might be made softer for the sons of men, and the goodness of the lord god- whoever he may be- might not be forgotten.

H. L Mencken