RE: Why do Black Christians Hate Atheists
December 25, 2013 at 12:25 pm
(This post was last modified: December 25, 2013 at 12:29 pm by Lemonvariable72.)
(December 25, 2013 at 11:48 am)Brakeman Wrote:Non Ethiopian black Christians are a dose of irony I think. Considering how the bible was the justification for slavery for many years. Not to mention the nasty affair that forced conversions are.(December 25, 2013 at 11:08 am)Lemonvariable72 Wrote: Black christians most likely hate atheists for the same reasons as other Christians
I would think that they have an extra dose of cognitive dissonance as they were the descendants of Hamm and bounced back and forth for years on whether they even had a soul.
In order to remain a christian they had to ignore much more than the white cultures... Which is quite strange if you think about it...
(December 25, 2013 at 11:56 am)Minimalist Wrote:(December 25, 2013 at 11:08 am)Lemonvariable72 Wrote: Black christians most likely hate atheists for the same reasons as other Christians
Precisely. By rejecting their fairy tales we are a threat to them. We show that we don't need their fucking god to get through life and that scares the living shit out of all of them....black or white.
Especially when they figure out we are not baby eating, serial killing, drug addicted pedophiles, but instead regular everyday people. It really turns their crank when they see us doing goods things, like volunteering for the poor.
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.
