(May 6, 2014 at 11:53 pm)Revelation777 Wrote:(May 6, 2014 at 1:23 am)whateverist Wrote: Bored now. This worshiper of a mother fucking, cock sucking god is not worthy of interaction.
I have not place any member on ignore yet but if you continue with like this you leave me no choice. Please be respectful of my beliefs even if you disagree with them. Thank you in advance.
Why should any of us here be respectful of your beliefs when your beliefs are not respectful to us as atheists? Do you have any idea what the people says to do to people that leave the religion? Well the first the old testament tells us that you should burn down the whole fucking town if someone is a atheist in another town, it says that if your ducking mother or wife deconverts you should stone them to death,
Deut 17 Wrote:If there be found among you, within any of thy gates which the LORD thy God giveth thee, man or woman, that hath wrought wickedness in the sight of the LORD thy God, in transgressing his covenant; 17:3 And hath gone and served other gods, and worshipped them, either the sun, or moon, or any of the host of heaven, which I have not commanded; 17:4 And it be told thee, and thou hast heard of it, and enquired diligently, and, behold, it be true, and the thing certain, that such abomination is wrought in Israel; 17:5 Then shalt thou bring forth that man or that woman, which have committed that wicked thing, unto thy gates, even that man or that woman, and shalt stone them with stones, till they die.
Read more: http://www.atheistrev.com/2005/03/bible-...z3100wV3Pu
So no, your pitiful beliefs do not deserve respect.
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.
