Often I am asked why I care about other people’s beliefs. Where is the harm in supernatural beliefs? Why is it wrong to live your life as if a deity can step in and rescue the situation at any time? Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Queen of Jesus Christ. Behold!
On Tuesday, along with two others, the Queen of Jesus Christ (real name Antoinette) was convicted of starving her 16 month old boy to death. Why? Because he would not say “amen” during mealtimes. The insolence of kids today!
Poor Javon spent a week without food or water before his heart gave up and stopped. The Queen of Jebus responded by commanding her followers to pray for the boys resurrection while she talked to him, danced his with his lifeless body, and tried to give him drinks – bit that for that my dear.
After a few weeks of this and obviously not getting anywhere, the boy’s body would have turned black and started to smell- so they stuffed him into a suitcase and moved in houses – stashing the suitcase and its gruesome contents behind the shed.
At the time of Javon’s death the house also contained three other children (who made damn sure they said “amen” after every mouthful) and a family friend. She obviously Queen Jebus does not think much of her friends since she committed to a mental asylum after she spoke to outsiders about the toddlers death. I dunno, maybe it was the “God weed” that made her talk crazy like that (this manics pet name for marijuana, which she encouraged everyone in the cult to smoke regularly).
This monumental idiot is so delusional she thinks the only defence required in a court of law is a hand written application for the non-profit status of “1 Mind Ministries” (here dumb ass cult). I think they over estimated the number of minds involved. It also happened to be the document that describe her as:
“…as a chosen daughter of the most high God and a queen of Jesus Christ.”
Whatever, you fucking whack job. Bailiff! Lock her up!
According to cult members, Quee… no, Antoinette ran a very strict household. Members where only allowed to wear white, blue, and khaki (hey – don’t ask me), they were only allowed to leave the house in pairs (echos the oppression of Muslim women), and were told to destroy all identification and cut contact with relatives and friends (lest they talk you out of this bat shit crazy insanity).
Antoinette still believes prayer will raise the decomposed and suitcase encased corpse that once was her baby boy back to life. She says she
“…I don’t care if it makes me sound crazy.”
Oh believe me, it does!
Of course there is absolutely zero evidence that the boy will be resurrected, especially now at least a year after the fact. There is no evidence god speaks to Antoinette through marijuana. There is no reason to think wearing only white, blue, and khaki will make god happy. There is no evidence for anything in this massively shitty personal catastrophe.
So what’s the harm in believing things for which there is no evidence? It allows all manner of things and prevent none. Just ask Javon.
References
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/35676266/ns/us_news-crime_and_courts/
