Jesus, Least Fit Moral Judge

[Mystical]

Hate fest? Who said I wanted a hate fest? I wanted some accountability, or at very least verification that you understand why I stopped our conversation. I don't hate you, you frustrate me. You may feel some level of hostility and honestly, that is indeed my fault. You're my first debate. When I consulted the catholic forums, which was the first serious forum I'd been in in my life--it was more me pleading for an answer to my questions and getting either ignored or told to ask god my questions. So here you are, in an athiest forum--and I mistakenly assumed that you indeed wanted to try to at least address and possibly answer questions that I have for you. Otherwise why are you here? Forgive me for thinking that I should ask a question, and you answer the question in turn, honestly without cheating. When I was a Christian, I considered conversations with athiests at the highest priority possible. I'm not a debator, never debated, I merely wanted an honest discussion and you definitely did not give me that. In this case I asked a question, you ambiguified it and turned the conversation back on me and if that's all you did that would be fine, obviously that's your choice to represent yourself and god however you see fit. But you persisted in arguing the point with the assumptions that I believe in murder when in fact I do not, and made that extensively clear to you, over and over. What's more, I don't hate you because I call you conceited. I just call it as I see it. If you weren't so self-focused, you'd see what you were doing, and try to correct it if you truly cared about not only having a good debate--but also upholding your mission of helping someone concrete their beliefs one way or the other. Totally ignoring your effect on someone who has spent so much effort trying to talk to you, is indeed conceited. You could've at least told me why you thought I condone murder, based on what I've said for instance, and the fact that you didn't just made me conclude that you were indeed f*ing with my head for no discernible reason, and don't go thinking that I'm unfounded for getting frustrated at that. Lesson learned, time not well spent on my part--brush me off your boots and be done with me then.