(September 3, 2015 at 12:22 pm)Catholic_Lady Wrote:Well look at what we get from the other resident theists here, and then look at the sort of rhetoric, you here in general about atheists from christian and rememeber some of us have to deal with that from our families.(September 3, 2015 at 12:14 pm)Homeless Nutter Wrote: Because raising "taboo" subjects (like bestiality, incest, or even defecation) doesn't usually go over well with conservative religious folks. They tend to have stick up their a**es about uncomfortable topics like that and they're very judgmental towards people, who break social norms by mentioning them.
Of course - breaking social norms can also be a thrill, especially to a person brought up in a controlling, repressive culture - like catholicism. I suspect CL considers non-believers more liberal than catholics, so less likely to become embarrassed and defensive when faced with uncomfortable questions.
And if we do - there are virtually no consequences, as there undoubtedly would be even on christian forums, let alone in "real life" contacts with most believers.
Except it didn't go over very well here, did it? Lol. Some people here absolutely got defensive, uncomfortable, and hostile towards me.
The reasons I think it's immoral are different from the reasons you guys think it's immoral. I was curious to know your reasons, and to further discuss them/try to understand them if they didn't make sense to me (like consent). That's why I asked. I thought it would be interesting to talk about.
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.
