taking the lord's name in vain

[ignoramus]

Am I allowed to call God a poo poo brain or is that pushing the limits a little too far?
I'll go wash my mouth out!

[ApeNotKillApe]

My personal favourite?

"Christ on a fucking bicycle!"

And at a close second:

"Jesus nipple-twisting Christ!"

[GUBU]

Now this one might be fun.  Swearing!  I've been known to say that, as an atheist, I need new swear words.  "God damn it!" and "Jesus Freaking Christ on a Cracker!" seems to indicate to my religious friends that I still believe and that I'm just a reprobate.     But I just read a great response from mh.brewer that basically said that swearing did not indicate any deep-seated belief in a deity.  Inspiring!  Let's open that one up to debate!   

Do you feel odd using "god-terms" when you swear?  
And / or . . . what are your most favorite profanities?
My vocabulary needs some improvement!

I'm fond of "primitive and outmoded concept on a crutch", less so of "random fluctuations in the spacetime continuum".

[Edwardo Piet]

Am I allowed to call God a poo poo brain or is that pushing the limits a little too far?
I'll go wash my mouth out!

Nah you're not allowed to call him a "poo poo brain."

But that's only because if you do this turtle will throw one of his mayo jars at you for being so soft on Gawd [emoji6]

Call him a "Disgraceful utter fucking total cunt of a bastard arse-face" instead [emoji12]

[brewer]

Holy crap on a cracker.

One of gods special creatures.

[drfuzzy]

Holy crap on a cracker.

One of gods special creatures.

Holy crap on a cracker!   LOL.   Ewwwww . . . HA!  Good one.

[God of Mr. Hanky]

Now this one might be fun.  Swearing!  I've been known to say that, as an atheist, I need new swear words.  "God damn it!" and "Jesus Freaking Christ on a Cracker!" seems to indicate to my religious friends that I still believe and that I'm just a reprobate.     But I just read a great response from mh.brewer that basically said that swearing did not indicate any deep-seated belief in a deity.  Inspiring!  Let's open that one up to debate!   

Do you feel odd using "god-terms" when you swear?  
And / or . . . what are your most favorite profanities?
My vocabulary needs some improvement!

Not when I swear, which I've made a sort of pass-time with Xtian ideas.

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Jesus fucking Christ on a popsicle stick! /...pogo stick! /...Segway! /...rotating dildo!

Jesus cunt-licking / cocksucking Christ!

Holy fucknuts! (see Lewis Black)

Oh, blood of the squirrel-god Jesus!

Yammering Yawheh!

Mary's cunt!

Cunt-hairs for Christ!

Mary Immaculate Mother of Maggots!

Heavenly hemorrhoids / hiney-drool!

Balls of the Savior!

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[God of Mr. Hanky]

Oh, fuck - how does this happen that I can reply to my own post with another post when I meant to update the original and correct errors? Shouldn't there be a loop to prevent that from happening?

[FebruaryOfReason]

"Recalling War", by Robert Graves

Entrance and exit wounds are silvered clean,
The track aches only when the rain reminds.
The one-legged man forgets his leg of wood
The one-armed man his jointed wooden arm.
The blinded man sees with his ears and hands
As much or more than once with both his eyes.
Their war was fought these twenty years ago
And now assumes the nature-look of time,
As when the morning traveller turn and views
His wild night-stumbling carved into a hill.

What, then, was war? No mere discord of flags
But an infection of the common sky
That sagged ominously upon the earth
Even when the season was the airiest May.
Down pressed the sky, and we, oppressed, thrust out
Boastful tongue, clenched fist and valiant yard.
Natural infirmities were out of mode,
For Death was young again: patron alone
Of healthy dying, premature fate-spasm.

Fear made fine bed-fellows. Sick with delight
At life's discovered transitoriness,
Out youth became all-flesh and waived the mind.
Never was such antiqueness of romance,
Such tasty honey oozing from the heart.
And old importances came swimming back -
Wine, meat, log-fires, a roof over the head,
A weapon at the thigh, surgeons at call.
Even there was a use again for God -
A word of rage in lack of meat, wine, fire,
In ache of wounds beyond all surgeoning.

War was return of earth to ugly earth,
War was foundering of sublimities,
Extinction of each happy art and faith
By which the world had still kept head in air,
Protesting logic or protesting love,
Until the unendurable moment struck -
The inward scream, the duty to run mad.

And we recall the merry ways of guns -
Nibbling the walls of factory and church
Like a child, piecrust; felling groves of trees
Like a child, dandelions with a switch.
Machine-guns rattle toy-like from a hill,
Down in a row the brave tin-soldiers fall:
A sight to be recalled in elder days
When learnedly the future we devote
To yet more boastful visions of despair.

[God of Mr. Hanky]

Oh, jizz of jerking Jesus!