Anybody who prays for deliverance from some unspeakable evil, or horror such as cancer, tornado, crazed gunman, or car accident has surely got to ask why their god sent that horror to them.
I mean, if your god has some great, mysterious plan, then why the fuck are you praying to get him to change his mind? Do you think you’re smarter than your god? You’re clearly not very bright because — well — you believe in invisible beings whose existence has never been proven.
And to all the sports players who thank the lord for letting your side win I can only say that you’re demented. Do you honestly believe that a being that is supposed to have created the vast universe gives a shit about your stupid game? And what, he hates the other team?
If I was that god and had to listen to all the petty prayers, fuck, I’d wipe all human life off the face of the earth. None of that Noah shit either. Everybody goes. OK, I’d keep the atheists. At least they wouldn’t be pestering me all the time.
And you know what? If I was a god, I would make it pretty damn clear that I existed. I’d offer up incontrovertible proof. I’m god. I can do anything.
God damn, religious nutjobs are so stupid.
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