another jeebus-touting delusionoid is wasting time "praying" for me (
link).
se la vie.
'cuz they just don't stop.
and of course this person (i'm assuming she's female based on the title, but who the fuck knows these days) takes on the assumption that she knows me, that she knows what sort of person i am just based on my adamant (and i'll admit, raucous) non-belief in sky gods, unicorns and fairies.
i get tired of shit like this. really fucking tired.
listen up: the burden of proof is on YOU, sky god believer. YOU. i'm not the one making unrealistic, bronze age declarations.
prove to me your sky god exists and i will weigh the evidence just like i would any other important decision. PROVE IT.
oh, wait... you can't.
so stop the judging, judgey mcjudges-a-lot.
and while you're at it, know this:
yes, i
know, through the tone of this blog, that i set myself up as a raging, angry, paranoid champion for progress. i know that. i do it on
purpose! oh wow, can ya believe that?!? it's a fucking choice! i do it so people are more likely to pay attention, 'cuz let's face it, unless there's some sort of drama, or explosion or naked body part, it's really fucking hard to get people to pay attention to ANYTHING these days (why else do you think the bible is full of baby raping, murder and sodomy?)
but the main point is this: in a world governed by certain truths (i.e. gravity, relativity, simple math, et. al) your churchy religion shit just don't hold up to proper vetting.
and THAT'S a fucking fact.
PS, if you're gonna lambaste me on the internets, the least you could do is give me a link. good grief. reciprocation. RECIPROCATION, mang... that's what makes a pleasant world go 'round. and i don't need no sky daddy to make me believe that.