(May 16, 2016 at 3:20 pm)drfuzzy Wrote: 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.
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.
