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save me jeebus
YAY for the Church Sign Generator
Which served to remind me how much pleasure I used to get from randomly reading Chick Tracts online. My love for Chick Tracts knows no bounds. So I went to see how old Jack was doing only to find that he recently decided to explain them wacky Muslims to us in great detail in his own inimitable way.
I love Jack. I really, really do.
I was brought up totally religion-free, which always made for an interesting conversationpiece in a place like Townsend, Massachussetts. Americans always seem to be something, practicing or not, whether it be Jewish or Catholic or Protestant or Methodist or whatever the hell. I remember them having a great deal of difficulty understanding someone who wasn't anything in particular, and often referring to me as an Atheist. Because then at least I was something. I adopted the term Agnostic just to annoy them, because nobody knew what it meant. But then, I was 11 at the time, and nobody knew exactly what a blow job entailed either, though speculation was always rife at lunchtime, especially when there were bananas in the cafeteria. My childhood rocked. Anyway.
I sometimes quite envy people who really believe. They seem happier somehow.
*sigh*
I'm too cynical for any of that guff. But each to their own, I suppose.
Ho hum.
You ever notice how people who believe in creationism look really unevolved?
I miss Bill Hicks sometimes. I don't know where I was going with that thought, but there you are. My mind is wandering today.
As you were.
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