RE: There's a Reason Why Christians do Stupid Things
October 10, 2016 at 2:15 pm
(This post was last modified: October 10, 2016 at 2:59 pm by The Grand Nudger.)
To any believer interacting or lurking. Can you tell me what hope I am supposed to see in the notion that a bumbling god, made of every single human flaw imaginable..has so ineptly designed his masterwork....as to require the stringing up of the better man -if one can be found- for all of their intractable deficiencies? Where is the hope...or indeed the happiness, in believing that the best thing that will ever happen to this world, is the end of this world, and the coming kingdom of this god? This god...who will fill his kingdom with sycophants who have washed themselves in the blood and punish those who have not or refuse, that these frozen chosen will spend eternity kissing that very same gods ass...for everything that they believe, he has done?
I've gotta say, to all of the above, I'd rather be fishing. I'd rather be sitting on a creek -not- catching fish. I think I'd rather be getting divorced, or having a tooth pulled... in fact. I'd rather be getting shot at. All of these things, to me, are more hopeful and happier...than any of the shit above. This place is my home. I think it;s beautfiul. I;m very often overly proud of this world and everything in it. I don't need to believe that parts of it will go away, or that divine reparations will be made in some future life.....to be happy, or have hope.
Maybe, just maybe, some of you should ask yourselves why -you- do? Particularly in thatyou ask us, sometimes, when you imagine that we're angry at your imaginary god...what terrible thing has been done to us? What misery, really, have we been made to endure, that we would be so hateful. That;s a fantastic question....but I think it might garner more answers if it were directed inward. What is so bad, here, that you need hope for some "otherwhere". What has been done to you? What misery is so great that only a celestial reward can redeem it? Where does this hateful view of -this- world, -this- life, originate?
I've gotta say, to all of the above, I'd rather be fishing. I'd rather be sitting on a creek -not- catching fish. I think I'd rather be getting divorced, or having a tooth pulled... in fact. I'd rather be getting shot at. All of these things, to me, are more hopeful and happier...than any of the shit above. This place is my home. I think it;s beautfiul. I;m very often overly proud of this world and everything in it. I don't need to believe that parts of it will go away, or that divine reparations will be made in some future life.....to be happy, or have hope.
Maybe, just maybe, some of you should ask yourselves why -you- do? Particularly in thatyou ask us, sometimes, when you imagine that we're angry at your imaginary god...what terrible thing has been done to us? What misery, really, have we been made to endure, that we would be so hateful. That;s a fantastic question....but I think it might garner more answers if it were directed inward. What is so bad, here, that you need hope for some "otherwhere". What has been done to you? What misery is so great that only a celestial reward can redeem it? Where does this hateful view of -this- world, -this- life, originate?
I am the Infantry. I am my country’s strength in war, her deterrent in peace. I am the heart of the fight… wherever, whenever. I carry America’s faith and honor against her enemies. I am the Queen of Battle. I am what my country expects me to be, the best trained Soldier in the world. In the race for victory, I am swift, determined, and courageous, armed with a fierce will to win. Never will I fail my country’s trust. Always I fight on…through the foe, to the objective, to triumph overall. If necessary, I will fight to my death. By my steadfast courage, I have won more than 200 years of freedom. I yield not to weakness, to hunger, to cowardice, to fatigue, to superior odds, For I am mentally tough, physically strong, and morally straight. I forsake not, my country, my mission, my comrades, my sacred duty. I am relentless. I am always there, now and forever. I AM THE INFANTRY! FOLLOW ME!
