C.S. Lewis was a Cunt

C.S. Lewis was a Cunt

The Pat Buchanon of fairy tales, C.S. Lewis stands out as a cunt. His devotion to Dante vis-à-vis his hatred and damnation for those who didn't agree with him, singles him out as a Christian conservative with an agenda of self-righteous hubris that is probably burning him in hell as I write.
A Christian apologetic, with a knack for delivering his fire and brimstone on innocent children in the disguise of lions and witches, C.S. Lewis today stands as a saint to Western society. But, when you dig deeper into this hellmongerer you find out that the man was a Pat Robertson hiding in his own make-believe closet.
Born in the peaceful climes of Belfast, Ireland, Lewis is the stereotypical angry Irishman with a penchant for sadism. Some could make a case for a relation to Bill O'Reilly.
Born into Christianity, and then later leaving it for Celtic mysticism, only to return once again with a vengeance, the man learned how to hate the unbelievers – by becoming one. The sort of born again story you've heard time and time again. With a love of Wagner, he had even more in common with Hitler.
The man with morality on his shoulder, Lewis was kind enough to take his friend's mother as a lover after his friend had died in combat. This, the sort of thing that falls between child rape and murder, should come as no surprise from a man who writes of a brother and sister King and Queen who hunt the very animals they were supposed to defend.
But, words weren't his only trident against humanity. Lewis' early headmaster, that some believed to be insane, taught Lewis the beauty of corporal punishment that would later turn Lewis onto the sadist fantasies he reveals in letters. One such fantasy involved women he would like to spank and whip. This is our "children's author."But, this deep-seated hatred for man and humanism found other cores as well, particular England. The Irish Supremecist made such quotes as "Like all Irish people who meet in England we ended by criticisms of the inevitable flippancy and dullness of the Anglo-Saxon race. After all, ami, there is no doubt that the Irish are the only people... I would not gladly live or die among another folk." Lewis was that special kind of ungrateful immigrant that Dante would have placed in his 9th circle of Hell for treason.
The man has made a fan out of the disgusting charity whore, Bono. This should speak volumes to the duplicity of their ugly religions and their shared lack of talent.
And here's this gem: "I am trying here to prevent anyone saying the really foolish thing that people often say about him: I'm ready to accept Jesus as a great moral teacher, but I don’t accept his claim to be God. That is the one thing we must not say. A man who was merely a man and said the sort of things Jesus said would not be a great moral teacher. He would either be a lunatic — on the level with the man who says he is a poached egg — or else he would be the Devil of Hell. You must make your choice. Either this man was, and is, the Son of God, or else a madman or something worse. You can shut him up for a fool, you can spit at him and kill him as a demon and you can fall at his feet and call him Lord and God, but let us not come with any patronising nonsense about his being a great human teacher. He has not left that open to us. He did not intend to." What Lewis is saying here is that the most important theme of Jesus Christ is not his words and deeds, but his divinity. Which leads one to believe Lewis believed that Christ could have been a child molester, but as long as he was the God he said he was, we must follow him. Lewis' Christ could be Godzilla for all he cares, which makes one think of the Romans and their love of Gods that were only forces with no moral compass whatsoever. It shouldn't surprise you from a man who leaned towards the Vatican. Lewis leaves out the argument that the moral, non-divine Jesus could have been using lies for truth; or using a mask to teach barbarians peace. And, even if Jesus was insane, the good messages he brought us were an act of God.C.S. Lewis – Irish Twit.