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Oh my God!
Not your God, but mine. You know, the real God. You believe in lies and fairytales. I believe in what my mother taught me. In what her father taught her, and what his parents taught him. So, how can that be wrong? If I am wrong, let your God strike me dead. Ha ha! Your God. That's hilarious.
I know what you are saying. Your parents and their parents and their parents passed along a different version of the truth. Well, that version is wrong. They must have been misinformed. 'Cause I know my belief structure as fact. It's not just a good idea, its a belief structure, after all. What do you expect? I'm supposed to turn my back on everything I was taught? I think not!
So, I implore you, the pagan, to convert to my ways. I want you to believe what I believe. You need to believe this to be truly happy, after all. I was lucky enough to be born into it. And now it's my job, no burden, no privilege, to make you see my way as the right way.
What? You don't believe in any god? That's even worse! You don't believe in an afterlife? Then why are you living, just to die? That is so sad. I pity you. You believe in something that has been force fed to you all of your life. You poor thing. It's a shame you have been brainwashed all these years by your parents to believe something that is not what I was taught. You have been corrupted by Satan.
Yes, Satan. The red man with horns. He can make you do bad things. And my all-powerful, all-knowing, omnipotent God can't stop him.
Duh!
Not your God, but mine. You know, the real God. You believe in lies and fairytales. I believe in what my mother taught me. In what her father taught her, and what his parents taught him. So, how can that be wrong? If I am wrong, let your God strike me dead. Ha ha! Your God. That's hilarious.
I know what you are saying. Your parents and their parents and their parents passed along a different version of the truth. Well, that version is wrong. They must have been misinformed. 'Cause I know my belief structure as fact. It's not just a good idea, its a belief structure, after all. What do you expect? I'm supposed to turn my back on everything I was taught? I think not!
So, I implore you, the pagan, to convert to my ways. I want you to believe what I believe. You need to believe this to be truly happy, after all. I was lucky enough to be born into it. And now it's my job, no burden, no privilege, to make you see my way as the right way.
What? You don't believe in any god? That's even worse! You don't believe in an afterlife? Then why are you living, just to die? That is so sad. I pity you. You believe in something that has been force fed to you all of your life. You poor thing. It's a shame you have been brainwashed all these years by your parents to believe something that is not what I was taught. You have been corrupted by Satan.
Yes, Satan. The red man with horns. He can make you do bad things. And my all-powerful, all-knowing, omnipotent God can't stop him.
Duh!