It's Not Aggression, It's Foreplay.
Two things happen when you die, you shit yourself and your soul flies up to heaven.
Of course, I don't really believe that. I just like the way it sounds. Many other people do as well, I suppose. But, aesthetics aside, I must admit, I believe we only shit our self.
Recently two beautiful, intelligent women who are not my wife decided to debate me on this belief.
The first contacted me out of the blue. We became friends through derby when she was going through her divorce. She was vocally christian, but she was never a twat about it. She was, after all, an ex-engineer with a double degree in engineer and mathematics, so she was not given to emotional please and brow beating an opponent in an argument with poor logic.
So, imagine my surprise when she texted me she could not believe I was truly an atheist because I had the spiritual gift of discernment and therefore could look into people's souls and see their true selves and this is only so because I had been touched by God.
I was sitting with my wife watching a Law and Order:SVU Rape-a-thon. I showed her the text and said to my wife, "See, I told you she wants to fuck me."
Basically, she felt I rejected religion because I had a problem with authority. And I told her not having to answer to God and a church and a pope and priest is just a perk of being an atheist. It wasn't however, the reason why I was an atheist. I told her if I had to pick one thing that would make question my belief system, it would be some evidence the human personality can survive the death of the brain. Even then, I wouldn't believe in a revealed religion. But, believe in a soul is pretty much the crux of the whole thing. Because, when you get down to brass tax, that's what it's all about. What happens when we die? Do I shit myself and fly up to heaven? Or do I just shit myself and then slowly become indistinguishable from my environment.
Actually, I suppose I picked the fight with the other hot Christian. Because, I have a ten year old boy inside me, (just like your mom, BAM!)and this is how we show girls we like them. I rile them up. Plus, I like strong, independent, willful women with unique minds and a fighting spirit. They're more fun to break.
She's going through her second divorce. No kids. 32. A drunk for the first husband. An adulterer for the second. She's probably dead inside. Maybe that's why she was such a shitty debater.
She was a terrible debater though. Basically she admits the Bible is open to interpretation but doesn't see how that means basically the whole thing is suspect. I told her she basically just made up her own religion by picking and choosing what suited her. She told me she honestly believed that anyone who didn't have Jesus in their heart was going to hell, even if they were born in South America five hundred years.
I told her that any god worth believing in wouldn't damn us for eternity by using a lottery system.
She told me that before Jesus, everyone just went to hell and no one could do anything about it but he died so we could go to heaven if we choose it.
I told her the idea of a god creating hell, damning us to it because he couldn't let sinners into heaven then killing himself to make himself change his mind is pretty fucktarded.
She paraphrased Pascal's Wager at me a thousand times.
I told her if I was going to pick a religion based on fear of their hell, I'd pick Islam. They really know how to make a hell.
She told me God gave us free will to choose him or hell.
I responded this is not free will.
Then she said, "If there is no afterlife, why not just do whatever you want?"
I told her I do. So does she. So does everyone else. That was my point the whole time.
She then made a joke about how cute it was that I'm so stubborn.
I then told my wife I was pretty sure this one didn't want to fuck me. Not even after all these years.
So, I picked an argument with my wife, about the Health Care Bill, the individual mandate, in particular, which she supports, being a typical liberal Bostonite and I, being a contrarian by nature, don't unless I'm work surrounded by Tea Partiers. Then, I fucked her brains out.
Of course, I don't really believe that. I just like the way it sounds. Many other people do as well, I suppose. But, aesthetics aside, I must admit, I believe we only shit our self.
Recently two beautiful, intelligent women who are not my wife decided to debate me on this belief.
The first contacted me out of the blue. We became friends through derby when she was going through her divorce. She was vocally christian, but she was never a twat about it. She was, after all, an ex-engineer with a double degree in engineer and mathematics, so she was not given to emotional please and brow beating an opponent in an argument with poor logic.
So, imagine my surprise when she texted me she could not believe I was truly an atheist because I had the spiritual gift of discernment and therefore could look into people's souls and see their true selves and this is only so because I had been touched by God.
I was sitting with my wife watching a Law and Order:SVU Rape-a-thon. I showed her the text and said to my wife, "See, I told you she wants to fuck me."
Basically, she felt I rejected religion because I had a problem with authority. And I told her not having to answer to God and a church and a pope and priest is just a perk of being an atheist. It wasn't however, the reason why I was an atheist. I told her if I had to pick one thing that would make question my belief system, it would be some evidence the human personality can survive the death of the brain. Even then, I wouldn't believe in a revealed religion. But, believe in a soul is pretty much the crux of the whole thing. Because, when you get down to brass tax, that's what it's all about. What happens when we die? Do I shit myself and fly up to heaven? Or do I just shit myself and then slowly become indistinguishable from my environment.
Actually, I suppose I picked the fight with the other hot Christian. Because, I have a ten year old boy inside me, (just like your mom, BAM!)and this is how we show girls we like them. I rile them up. Plus, I like strong, independent, willful women with unique minds and a fighting spirit. They're more fun to break.
She's going through her second divorce. No kids. 32. A drunk for the first husband. An adulterer for the second. She's probably dead inside. Maybe that's why she was such a shitty debater.
She was a terrible debater though. Basically she admits the Bible is open to interpretation but doesn't see how that means basically the whole thing is suspect. I told her she basically just made up her own religion by picking and choosing what suited her. She told me she honestly believed that anyone who didn't have Jesus in their heart was going to hell, even if they were born in South America five hundred years.
I told her that any god worth believing in wouldn't damn us for eternity by using a lottery system.
She told me that before Jesus, everyone just went to hell and no one could do anything about it but he died so we could go to heaven if we choose it.
I told her the idea of a god creating hell, damning us to it because he couldn't let sinners into heaven then killing himself to make himself change his mind is pretty fucktarded.
She paraphrased Pascal's Wager at me a thousand times.
I told her if I was going to pick a religion based on fear of their hell, I'd pick Islam. They really know how to make a hell.
She told me God gave us free will to choose him or hell.
I responded this is not free will.
Then she said, "If there is no afterlife, why not just do whatever you want?"
I told her I do. So does she. So does everyone else. That was my point the whole time.
She then made a joke about how cute it was that I'm so stubborn.
I then told my wife I was pretty sure this one didn't want to fuck me. Not even after all these years.
So, I picked an argument with my wife, about the Health Care Bill, the individual mandate, in particular, which she supports, being a typical liberal Bostonite and I, being a contrarian by nature, don't unless I'm work surrounded by Tea Partiers. Then, I fucked her brains out.