Christians Make Me Sick ~ Eve th Nice Ones

[dyresand]

This sums up it up perfectly

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MLakJ_Z_CGk

[Thumpalumpacus]

Seems easier to me to just say, "When warm fronts and cold fronts collide, bad weather happens." Gets across the point that you don't buy the rest of it without disrupting your morning commute.

[Polaris]

I’m not advocating intolerance toward Christians.

Okay.  I'll do it for you.  Bunch of ignorant motherfuckers.

Some people never change it seems.

[ignoramus]

Most people I know are Christians, too. I think their beliefs are gross. When they post a picture of their 18 month old on chemo and no hair and tag it #prayfor-name here- I fucken hate it. I love them, but I feel repulsed at the same time. Thank the god the baby made it through fucken chemo? God has a plan? Go fuck yourself and thank the doctor on your way out for me. Fucken idiots.

I'm the opposite these days.
I actually see them as damaged goods (theological zombies) ... I cannot be rude to them. Would you make fun of a spastic?
When I speak with one, I'm the warden from one flew over the cuckoos nest. Firm and polite, smile and little eye contact... Otherwise you'll just encourage the delusion.

[robvalue]

Yeah, I view most religious people as victims, of sorts. I try to comment on their specific behaviour, rather than them as a person. I know how easily minds can be indoctrinated, and how hard it can be to let go of bad ideas. They can't see how horrible their religion objectively is.

I will call the ideas stupid and dangerous, rather than the people themselves. And I promote rational thought, hoping this will win out in the end.

I'm firmly against further indoctrination, under any circumstances. I think it's utterly disgusting and I would beg anyone to consider why exactly they are doing it. The truth does not need tricks.

[J a c k]

I'm the opposite these days.
I actually see them as damaged goods (theological zombies)  ... I cannot be rude to them. Would you make fun of a spastic?
When I speak with one, I'm the warden from one flew over the cuckoos nest. Firm and polite, smile and little eye contact... Otherwise you'll just encourage the delusion.

Maybe it's like a mirror effect for me. I was a theist years ago. I was born into a psycho (I mean Christian) family. I was a fucken preacher hahahaha! But one day I dared to read something outside of what was permitted. I then couldn't get enough. One question lead to another. I couldn't stop searching. I was unemployed for a year and all I did was search until little by little the arrogance of "I know" was replaced by the liberating "I don't know". My two sons are lucky. They'll never "know everything." Anyway, seeing the crazy in Christians is probably like looking at old me. Old me sucks!

[Rhondazvous]

I understand completely, Rhonda.  And yet . . . most of the people I know are xtian, and most are lovely folks.  

In a week, I'm going to be at a meeting where I will see an old friend from grade school - a Protestant Pentecostal Bible school.  She and her husband are still involved in that church.  We used be be BFF's, and now we are ideologically about as different as two middle-aged woman can get.  I'm worried about - well, wow, what will we talk about?  I'm thinking that I may have to gently suggest that we avoid the topic of religion and politics, but that might not work so well.  

My old BFF is a fundie Republican, and I'm a lesbian atheist Bernie supporter.  Oh my . . .     

That is a situation to be in fuzzy. There's just no way to be polite with people who demand more respect than they are willing to give.

I may be getting ready to face it too because my mother and her sister are coming in a few weeks. For the last 35 years my mother has blamed me for not letting god heal me. She knows I'm not a Christian anymore but has chosen to talk to me as if I were. The last time we tried to talk religion was on Mother's Day a few years ago. What a day to get into an argument with your mom.

Hey anybody know of a special glue to patch up my tongue? I fear I may bite it in two.