A cowboy bought a horse, right. But this wasn’t just any old horse. This was a preacher’s horse. To make this horse move you had to say “Praise the Lord.” To make him stop you had to say “Hallelujah.”
So the cowboy gets up on the horse.
Cowboy: giddy up horse. Giddy up
Horse wouldn’t move.
Cowboy: I mean Praise the Lord.
Horse starts walking down the road. But presently they came upon a rattle snake and the horse got spooked and started running toward the edge of a cliff.
Cowboy: (Frantic) Whoa, horse! Whoa! I mean hallelujah, horse. Hallelujah!
Horse screeched to a stop, just that close from going over the edge of the cliff. Cowboy looked down —300 feet. That close.
Cowboy: Phew! Praise the Lord!
So the cowboy gets up on the horse.
Cowboy: giddy up horse. Giddy up
Horse wouldn’t move.
Cowboy: I mean Praise the Lord.
Horse starts walking down the road. But presently they came upon a rattle snake and the horse got spooked and started running toward the edge of a cliff.
Cowboy: (Frantic) Whoa, horse! Whoa! I mean hallelujah, horse. Hallelujah!
Horse screeched to a stop, just that close from going over the edge of the cliff. Cowboy looked down —300 feet. That close.
Cowboy: Phew! Praise the Lord!
The god who allows children to be raped out of respect for the free will choice of the rapist, but punishes gay men for engaging in mutually consensual sex couldn't possibly be responsible for an intelligently designed universe.
I may defend your right to free speech, but i won't help you pass out flyers.
Those who can make you believe absurdities, can make you commit atrocities.
--Voltaire
Nietzsche isn't dead. How do I know he lives? He lives in my mind.
I may defend your right to free speech, but i won't help you pass out flyers.
Those who can make you believe absurdities, can make you commit atrocities.
--Voltaire
Nietzsche isn't dead. How do I know he lives? He lives in my mind.