A preacher was driving home after a long first Sunday of preaching four sermons, baby dedications, baptism and a bible study to boot. He was bone tired and fell asleep at the wheel, ran off the road and slammed into a tree. A cop came up to see if he was all right.
Cop: You all right, Reverend?
Preacher: I’m fine. I’ve got God in here with me.
Cop: well you better let him out before you kill him.
Cop: You all right, Reverend?
Preacher: I’m fine. I’ve got God in here with me.
Cop: well you better let him out before you kill him.
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.