(December 8, 2013 at 12:30 pm)Sleepy Wrote:(December 8, 2013 at 12:22 pm)NoraBrimstone Wrote: I think we've made it pretty clear that morals don't come from religion. Since we, the atheists, are the ones arguing against rape? Dummy.
Actually you're not because you're atheistic relativity says rape is also ok.
You believe it's "wrong" though wrong an right is relative to you all.
You're making yourself sound foolish and you know this. You know your logic system is not flawed and you need to abandon it.
And why you getting mad about you not being my type. It's not a personal attack on you
......... Myabe this came up already but I will go over the simplist to determine rape is wrong without allah?
You are going on a island with a gang of people, and 7'0 tall gay body builder that decides he wants you, named Mr. Bubbles (bioshock in my head okay). How do you stop him? You can't over power him, he three times your size. Instead you think it out. You don't raped in the ass, but bubbles wants to do it to you. Now bear in mind mr. Bubbles doesn't want someone else to rape him. So you call the group together and you debate a new rule, If you have sex with someone without consent you are forced from the tribe. Why do you propose this, because you don't raped up the ass by bubbles. Why does everyone else agree to it? because they don't want to be raped either.
Is that clear enough? Now let explain this, morality that works like that is far superior to god given shit.l If we used this reasoning we wouldve moved past slavery many year earlier.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
