"Let go godamit! You know its bad for you!"
"Shant, its mine, and I'm keeping it"
*Tugs* "Why do you want it so ****ing much!?"
"It's mine, it's comfy, and granny said its special"
*lets go* ".... what?"
This is the attitude I get all too often when debating religion, a desperate clingy attitude so many boys get tired of with their girlfriends. You would have thought that God would have turned around and said "look, it's over, I don't love you anymore, **** off!" By now.
Nope, all the "Martyrs" blowing themselves to hell to kill you, all the earthquakes and tsunamis just don't phase you do they? Careful, you may get a restraint order soon.
All joking aside, far too many religious people I have come across cling feebly to their beliefs. But why I ask, why do you believe?
As I tend to converse with girls predominantly (you have no idea how close I came to saying "other" girls there) they have a little more grip on reality then my male companions, and answer quite frankly "It makes me feel safe". They look at the stars, and rather then feel small, they feel special, because God is focussed on them. Rather then look at their dear Granny's body and spend days bemoaning her loss, the assure themselves she's in a happier place, even if she did kill kittens for fun.
The religious are a scared people, please, everyone, donate just £2 a week to save them from the dictator who promises them food and comfort, and gives them lies and death.
Give £2, and save a soul...






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