“What do you atheist fucks do when someone you love is really sick or injured?”
Same thing i do when someone i dislike is sick or injured, i get them medical attention if i have to drive them to the ER myself.
“ When your children come down with something that is so serious that you fear for their coming out of it ok, do you just sit there and worry?”
No, obviously i take a set of dice to the hospital with me an try to make a save against disease, just like in D&D.
“Do you go through your whole lives with no faith, never feeling so alone and down that you never feel a want for help?”
Faith in what, exactly? Magic? The Wee Gifties? The Great Googly Moogly? I have no reason to think any of that would help.
“Are you so cocky that you think just because things have been ok so far that you'll never need some extra help?”
Oh! You’re wondering if, on the battlefield, my fear overrides my reason and I try to summon my mommy to fix my sucking chest wound. I’ve never been so far gone that I thought she could actual wounds and make them better.
Of course, about half the guys wounded in battle call on their favorite skybeast as do their mommy. Similar results, though.
“It's sad, but I'm too busy to feel sorry for you empty souless fucks.”
Oh, don’t waste pity on me, you smug, self-important, empathy-blind fuckstain. I would turn it down.
“Maybe I should, but I don't. It's your fucking problem.”
Yes, yes, that’s what your Christ directed, didn’t he? Ignore the lost, fuck the faithless, leave the reasonable alone.
“And I still don't believe any of you who say that when death is eminent”
I DO love the character of DEATH on Discworld, but on this planet, death isn’t eminent.
Did you mean immanent, you ignorant pissant?
"like if you are falling from a tall building that you wouldn't call out to God to help you. I know some of you say you wouldn't, but I think you would.”
You’re wrong. I have faced death a few times. Water coming into the submarine with no idea where from, stone cold certain we were going to die. I didn’t pray. Just followed the damage control procedures. I MAY have wet my pants. Hard to tell in that much water, though.
Stoned out of my gourd on painkillers, so bad I do not remember, my wife says i told the Hospital Chaplain NOT to pray for me and my surgery the next day. I was polite. I was friendly. I introduced her to my teddy bear (Asterix, the Gall, since my gall bladder died (a little in-joke)). Talked and talked about having someone to hug. Then told her i wasn’t into prayer and not to pray for me.
You can believe it or not, I really don’t give a flying fuck. But you are wrong.
