All the pointy-headed, beard-stroking pontifications merely serve to shine large numbers of photons upon the countenance of the large elephantine object in the immediate vicinity of our mutual-respective, and i should say, collective, domicile:
Ain't got me no evidences for no god. Ain't got me no, satisfaction.
Theists claim they "know" something about their god(s), but fail to demonstrate just that, and they would rather dance the diversionary bullshit dance, a cuz it's a good way to ah-void that pesky part of the problem. How does the theist "know" anything? Aside from the pulling-out-of-ass part of course.
Ain't got me no evidences for no god. Ain't got me no, satisfaction.
Theists claim they "know" something about their god(s), but fail to demonstrate just that, and they would rather dance the diversionary bullshit dance, a cuz it's a good way to ah-void that pesky part of the problem. How does the theist "know" anything? Aside from the pulling-out-of-ass part of course.
