A boy was born with a golden screw in his navel. His parents were heart-broken, wondering what they could have done to deserve a child with such a terrible deformity. They prayed everyday for god to take this terrible golden screw away from their son and when the child was old enough, they taught him to pray. They told him to keep his navel covered, even when he went swimming so the other kids would not tease him
One day he was laying on the beach praying for god to take this terrible golden screw from him. Suddenly, the clouds opened up. A golden screwdriver descended from Heaven, latched onto the golden screw and unscrewed it. Then screw and screwdriver ascended into Heaven, never to be seen again.
The boy was so happy. He wanted to thank god. He wanted to praise god. He jumped up and his butt fell off.
One day he was laying on the beach praying for god to take this terrible golden screw from him. Suddenly, the clouds opened up. A golden screwdriver descended from Heaven, latched onto the golden screw and unscrewed it. Then screw and screwdriver ascended into Heaven, never to be seen again.
The boy was so happy. He wanted to thank god. He wanted to praise god. He jumped up and his butt fell off.
The god who allows children to be raped out of respect for the free will choice of the rapist, but punishes gay men for engaging in mutually consensual sex couldn't possibly be responsible for an intelligently designed universe.
I may defend your right to free speech, but i won't help you pass out flyers.
Those who can make you believe absurdities, can make you commit atrocities.
--Voltaire
Nietzsche isn't dead. How do I know he lives? He lives in my mind.
I may defend your right to free speech, but i won't help you pass out flyers.
Those who can make you believe absurdities, can make you commit atrocities.
--Voltaire
Nietzsche isn't dead. How do I know he lives? He lives in my mind.
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