RE: Pathetic pleas to god from friends and family.
April 25, 2012 at 11:53 am
(This post was last modified: April 25, 2012 at 12:23 pm by The Grand Nudger.)
What am I taking away? Nothing.
Platitudes do not equal compassion. They are an insult to compassion, and to those whom you offer them to as explanations (but lets be frank, it would be more apt to use the word "excuses").
There is no bitterness or anger in my daughters situation UNTIL someone invokes your fairy overlord. Here in the real world, unfortunate shit happens, but there isn't anyone or anything to be mad at, no focus for any bitterness (beyond, in this case, the doctor who botched the delivery and was held accountable for it), you just have to deal with it. In your world, a douche ignored or flat out denied my wife's prayers both before and after my daughters birth, and the result of this is permanent and terrible. Strangely, no ones looking to hold this douche accountable (or at least you don't seem to be interested in the least).
You do realize that you just went from your sympathy going out to me, to invocations of my anger and bitterness, and how I'm trying to take comfort away from people in unfortunate situations (such as my daughters). Couldn't even keep your compassionate shit together long enough to avoid beginning the insults and attacks on character could you? Or did you not even realize how quickly you'd taken it to that place? Why, because I pointed out that your god and your explanation were both vacuous and cruel? Well, they are. False humility, false compassion, false piety, ever the hallmark of the observant believer.
Platitudes do not equal compassion. They are an insult to compassion, and to those whom you offer them to as explanations (but lets be frank, it would be more apt to use the word "excuses").
There is no bitterness or anger in my daughters situation UNTIL someone invokes your fairy overlord. Here in the real world, unfortunate shit happens, but there isn't anyone or anything to be mad at, no focus for any bitterness (beyond, in this case, the doctor who botched the delivery and was held accountable for it), you just have to deal with it. In your world, a douche ignored or flat out denied my wife's prayers both before and after my daughters birth, and the result of this is permanent and terrible. Strangely, no ones looking to hold this douche accountable (or at least you don't seem to be interested in the least).
You do realize that you just went from your sympathy going out to me, to invocations of my anger and bitterness, and how I'm trying to take comfort away from people in unfortunate situations (such as my daughters). Couldn't even keep your compassionate shit together long enough to avoid beginning the insults and attacks on character could you? Or did you not even realize how quickly you'd taken it to that place? Why, because I pointed out that your god and your explanation were both vacuous and cruel? Well, they are. False humility, false compassion, false piety, ever the hallmark of the observant believer.
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