(August 9, 2015 at 2:27 pm)Drich Wrote:(August 9, 2015 at 1:31 pm)Lemonvariable72 Wrote: Well at least I never forgot that part. I just think that given what you said that the context of why you said doesn't actually matter. You wished harm upon us and I really don't give a fuck about your excuse as to why.Please tell me your really not that stupid....
I offered to pray what ever it took to find God, for anyone who wanted me to. (Again, this could mean a winning lottery ticket or cancer/aids) This is nothing different than what I prayed for myself and I found God.
You spun that offer for a reason not to have to think about unleashing your hate. Your words tell me that your just looking for a reason to feel justified in your bigotry. You are looking for a key word to turn your logic and reason off, and you found one. Your not giving a f*ck why proves this.
Your words makes you the monster. To wish only "good things" on someone even if it means their long term ruin is beyond contemptible. Would you only allow your kids to eat the cake and candy they want to eat all day every day? Or would you provide them with a balanced diet even if they hated healthy food, and only want to eat what tastes good?
Well lets see. First off I'm not your kid, second off I guess I am a bigot because of my hate the sin not sinner attitude towards Christianity. But what scares me is that your belief system has your mind so twisted that you inflicting torture on someone is equilevant to making a kid eat their vegetables. How about before you start wishing shit on us, or even coming to an atheist forum, how about talking to the other 40000 kinds of Christian so you guys can get your story straight, because even you guys on this forum can't agree with each other.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
