[I never once prayed for my two daughters ..... But guess what? They've done fine regardless.]
It always occurred to me that people at the extremes never have the troubles that those in the middle do. It is those in the middle who are half-hearted in their commitment to God or not so dedicated to Satan who seem to have problems. If Satan is real (which I believ him to be), why would he harass a man like you when you are one of his best people?
Can you imagine a Twilight Zone episode based on your daughters' lives who eventually die and then find themselves standing before God, and all they can say is, "But Daddy said you didn't exist."
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I can imagine a Twilight Zone episode based on rhutchin's life when he eventually dies and finds himself standing before (take 'yer pick) Allah/Vishnu/Set/Zeus/FSM/Oblivion and all he can say is 'whoops'.
(I realise if it's actually oblivion then he won't really get the chance to appreciate the fact, which seems rather a shame)
Can you imagine a Twilight Zone episode based on your daughters' lives who eventually die and then find themselves standing before God, and all they can say is, "But Daddy said you didn't exist.""
"I don't," stated God quite matter of factly.
"I was invented to answer the unanswerable, and I slowly faded in relevance to modern society until only those that needed me as an imaginary crutch still imagined I exist."
"But what are you doing here then?", inquired the prettier of the two twins.
"That's easy," said God, "You're dying, but not dead just yet, this is merely your subconscious roleplaying scenarios, processing your doubts and fears."
"oh" she said crestfallen, "really?"
"Fraid so," said God glumly "I'd like to exist as much as the next chap to be honest, but it just can't be - those silly idiots made too many mistakes when they invented me and it was impossible for me to manifest. I mean firmament for my sake. Sheesh, someone had been eating too many mad sheep."
"Too bad," she said, "I would've liked heaven."
"...And what makes you think it'd all be satin sheets and boys called Charlie with washboard stomachs," God asked archly?
She had the decency to blush deeply and gaze at her delicate feet and perfect pedicure.
"See," said God, "It's your dream, you've made yourself slightly prettier than your sister and ironed all your imperfections out."
"oh," was all she could muster as a silent tear trickled down her face.
"It's OK, it'll all be over soon and either you'll lapse into oblivion or fight back into the land of the living."
Her body wracked with spasms. God, seeing her troubled reached out a firm hand and clasped her forearm. It instantly stilled her as his warmth and strength comforted her, warmth and strength she craved so desperately.
She leaned into his robes and he wrapped his arms around her slender form. He cupped her face in her hands and studied it intently, before slowly leaning in and dabbing up the tear on her cheek with the tip of his tongue.
She sensed his grip change and blood surged through her veins and tingles ran down her spine.
Dimly she was aware of her sister moving around behind her, pressed up against her, hands running ever so lightly over her skin like the kisses of butterflies. Reactive shivers made her yearn for firm warmth as her breath caught in her throat.
She knew her nipples were erect begging for attention and she didn't care who from, she craved touch as she had craved affection moments before.
She shuddered with delight as her sister begn to nuzzle the back of her neck. She felt so soft and silky as she pressed up close. She was dimly aware that her gown had slipped to the floor but she didn't care, not in the slightest. Eagerly she pulled God towards her and hungrily kissed him. She could taste the salt of her tears in his mouth and it reminded her of other tastes...
How's that?
Jeremy -- Exactly. This guys says that if you get tight with Satan he'll solve all your problems. Yea!
"Can you imagine a Twilight Zone episode based on your daughters' lives who eventually die and then find themselves standing before God, and all they can say is, "But Daddy said you didn't exist."
So, in the great Xian tradition, God is going to punish the daughters for what their father said.
Can you imagine the Victory Garden episode where rhutchin, after wasting a huge amount of time worshipping a fictional God, dies and molders away in the ground pushing up a bumper crop of daisies?
Seriously, I don't understand how anyone would worship a God who would say "Your father was wrong, NOW YOU BURN FOR HIS MISTAKE!" I mean, how can you not see the injustice in that? Do we jail the parents of felons? Execute the children of serial rapists?
<<< Can you imagine a Twilight Zone episode based on your daughters' lives who eventually die and then find themselves standing before God, and all they can say is, "But Daddy said you didn't exist." >>>
Yes, but all it would be is a Twilight Zone episode. Whoop de fucking doo.
(More importantly, I would tell my children to think for themselves - I am atheist, and I would tell them so and explain why, but if they do not agree with my view, that's fine. So they wouldn't be saying "Daddy said you didn't exist" - they'd be saying "If you wanted us to believe, why didn't you give us any evidence?")
(Aside from that, if God only rewards the kiss-asses, that ain't the kind of God I'd want to worship.)
@Jacob Syne
I never saw a pr0n episode of Twilight Zone :*( What does the word 'pr0n' mean?
(Aside from that, if God only rewards the kiss-asses, that ain't the kind of God I'd want to worship.)
That's one of my pet peeves with fundies: even should Gawd exist, what makes him worthy of my worship? The way they describe him, he's a headcase or a sadistic asstard, surely not someone I'd want to get associated with. And anyway, what would he need worship for?
Confused?
So were we! You can find all of this, and more, on Fundies Say the Darndest Things!
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