One of the things that infuriates me about Fundies is how they relish the misfortunes of others. It gives them a wedge. They don’t (always) require you to listen to their sermons to receive their help, but they make it clear that it’s expected.

OK, not sure how that relates. It just sorta burbled up as I was typing.

(The Christians who read this are thinking, “That’s right, atheists, laugh it up. You won’t be laughing in hell!” Which, of course, provides them great comfort.)

I didn’t even know there was an eight thirty on a Saturday morning — I mean, I’m fairly sure it exists, but I haven’t seen it with my own two eyes.

I’ve seen it before! It does exist. I had to stay up really late on Friday to see it, but I did see it.

I didn’t even know there was an eight thirty on a Saturday morning — I mean, I’m fairly sure it exists, but I haven’t seen it with my own two eyes.

godlizard, you need to have faith that it exists. If you really believe in eight thirty in the morning, it will reveal itself to you!

I think the only reason I survived is because I’ve been doing this blog for several years. My brain is scabbed over from all of the stupid-arrows that have hit me over the years.

But seriously, I’d rather feed my dog beans and go for a long car ride with the windows up than sit through this much ignorance! So I totally admire your courage, and willingness to dredge up the awful memories in order to give weak-willed folks like myself a glimpse of what it’s like in there.