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You know you are a nuts when you don't trust PBS
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Lets be honest. If your daddy and mommy told you the Pagan story, you'd be a Pagan. If they were Jewish you'd be a yenta. If they were Muslim you'd be wearing a burka.
Wrong again. My parents were atheists. My dad was raised Mormon.
My mom was raised by an atheist who was the son of hardcore Catholic parents.
So much for that theory.
And I already knew you picked up all the knowledge you have off the tube. It doesn't take a genius to figure it out..and you really aren't making yourself look any brighter by admitting to it.
It's just evidence of what a sad state our education system is in. Our entire system, for that matter. Even if you didn't get an education at school, you'd think there would be somebody in the home to direct you...
I'm "stupid" and "making myself look even dumber" just because I guessed your family history wrong? So what? A lot of kids without their parents find god when they are in their teens or twenties. Is that your "GOCHA" point? I show you all this compelling evidence there is no god and you're being petty about nothing? Whatever *****.
And I don't go all off the tube. Here is a great source that might open your eyes but you're probably too scared you'll go to hell if you open up your mind.
How about instead of telling us to read the bible, which we did and still don't believe, but how about instead you really open up your brain to the idea that man invented god, not the other way around. Trust me you'll be happier.
Why there is no god
When I became convinced that the universe was natural, that all the ghosts and gods were myths, there entered into my brain, into my soul, into every drop of my blood, the sense, the feeling, the joy of freedom. The walls of my prison crumbled and fell. The dungeon was flooded with light and all the bolts and bars and manacles turned to dust. I was no longer a servant, a serf, or a slave. There was for me no master in all the wide world, not even in infinite space.
I was free to think. Free to express my thoughts, free to live in my own ideal. Free to live for myself and those I loved. Free to use all my faculties, all my senses. Free to spread imagination’s wings, free to investigate, to guess, and dream and hope. Free to judge and determine for myself. Free to reject all ignorant and cruel creeds, all the inspired books that savages have produced, and the barbarous legends of the past. Free from sanctified mistakes and “holy” lies. Free from the fear of eternal pain, free from the winged monsters of the night. Free from devils, ghosts and gods. For the first time I was free.
There were no prohibited places in all of the realm of thought. No error, no space where fancy could not spread her painted wings. No chains for my limbs. No lashes for my back. No flames for my flesh. No MasterÂ’s frown or threat, no following in anotherÂ’s steps. No need to bow or cringe or crawl, or utter lying words. I was free; I stood erect and fearlessly, joyously faced all worlds.
My heart was filled with gratitude, with thankfulness, and went out in love to all the heros, the thinkers who gave their lives for liberty of hand and brain, for the freedom of labor and thought to those who fell on the fierce fields of war. To those who died in dungeons, bound in chains, to those by fire consumed, to all the wise, the good, the brave of every land whose thoughts and deeds have given freedom to the sons of men. And then, I vowed to grasp the torch that they held, and hold it high, That light might conquer darkness still.