HUGGY
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From the guy who wanted to lock Christians in their churches and burn them alive, your words mean less than nothing. In fact, it seems your fear of religion is affecting your judgment.
WHAT!!???? THAT makes me a bad person? Why I gotta "fear" religion??? Isn't it enough I just hate it??? You people are a rough audience!!! Cruel task masters!!!!!
I have no idea why you fear religion. Hate often accompanies fear. Personally, I think you need a counselor. It's one thing not to believe in Got and another to hate religion as you do. Something is wrong there.
Very perceptive. I'll lay it out for the winner of the why does Huggy hate religion question.
Counselors don't like me much. I scare em.
I do not fear religion. I hate it. I'll give you two good reasons. Up on Orcas Island where I grew up many of the people were very religious and totally intolerant of anyone who was not. I was the oldest son of 4 kids. My sister, a year older than I, was an idiot and we never talked..EVER. She was kept apart from the boys..I have one brother exactly two years younger and another three years younger. I wasn't a big kid but I made up for it in a school K-12 of 62 kids by being bold when threatened by bigger kids and grown ups. Once a cousin Jack Cadden was in our house and he was drunk and he was getting fresh with my mom. I came downstairs from our boys bedroom loft to see what the disturbance was and Jack yelled at me to mind my own business and further more he was going to kick my ass. I went back upstairs and loaded my 303 British enfeild rifle and marched directly back down and stuck the muzzel of the rifle in his face and told him to get the fuck off my property and don't come back or I would shoot him on sight. Ol Jack pissed on himself and ran out of the house and peeled down the driveway. Jack was one of the big shots in the church and I had to see him at least once a week. He never said boo to me after the "incident". It was a very small population on a mountain horseshoe shaped Island about 10 by 15 miles in size. Maybe 500 people not counting the folks that came up to the island in the summer. Word got around to give "Huggy" AKA Sean space or he might fuckin kill ya. I'm not sayin I was a psycho, I just didn't take shit from anybody and backed it up. The year round population was mostly agricultural. OK that's the broad strokes in background. When not in the company of assholes I was a very happy normal kid.
During class the mostly protestant teachers would MAKE everyone pray and recite prayers at least once a day..usually in the morning. One teacher Bob Curtis, who taught math, was also the basketball coach. I never participated in the Christian stuff and I never took any flack about it. Bob never tried to get me to do anything I didn't want to and he was my basketball coach. I made the team when I was thirteen. I left the island when I was 14 and lived with my dad and his parents alternately in Seattle.
I found out that both of my brothers were dragged out of class and beat up by both Bob Curtis and the Church Pastor in the halls of the school(Nellie S. Milton) because they wouldn't participate in the religious activities. They never told me until we were in our early twenties because they were afraid of what I would have done to their teachers and the pastor. I loved the Island but I hated the people except a handful. I didn't go back up there for about ten years. My brothers were right to not tell me about the beatings because I would have gone back up there and gone fucking Rambo on those fucks. When I was eighteen I filled out and grew tall and strong. So that's where it started. In a small community like that even Protestants are a fucking CULT. Piss on them. They are fucking lucky that I didn't find out when the abuse happened to my brothers or I swear I would have done just what I told AgainSheila. I would have locked those vile fucks in their Church and burnt the motherfucker to the ground and shot anybody that made it out.
Ya...I REALLY hate religion. Scared...not so much. There have been many other situations over the years but my position was carved in granite early on by what I witnessed and my brothers endured. Fuck with me...no big deal..I'll just splain it to ya.. Fuck with my family and we dance to MY tune. Ya I know.. let by gones be by gones...blah...blah..blah... OK..go ahead on and live your life that way. More power to ya. Me..I'm not so charitable. Christianity forced me to make a choice..conform or become their enemy. I chose enemy and I like doing everything well and to the best of my ability.
Any questions?