<br>I think Mmod2.0 is still with us, since offensive spam still gets scrubbed<br>but I also think The MysteryMod learned not to over-react before finding<br>out more about who's doing what to whom, and why.<br><br><br><br>[color:green]"...or am I a butterfly that's dreaming she's a woman?"</font color=green> [color:green]. . . _ _ _ . . .</font color=green><br>
Loc: The Wizard's Balcony
<blockquote><font size=1>In reply to:</font><hr><p>Rebuttals to all of this that start with "At least Christians don't kill like muslim terrorists ... example" leave me speechless. Are Muslim fundamentalists worse than Christian fundamentalists? Gee, what a question. Is it better to rape your daughter than kill her or is killing her and then raping her much much worse? That is a dumb argument to get into. But this is the argument your local Bushies want you to partake in but it's not winnable and you certainly aren't going to change a single mind (Brainwashing at its best.) Muslim fundamentalists are getting all the good press these days so their side can just hand you the front page and say, "At least ...!!"<p><hr></blockquote><p>Yes, that's exactly what I'm talking about. A good friend of mine is "brainwashed" in that he's all about Rush Limbaugh and Glenn Beck and Bill O'reilly. He's always talking about the Muslims waiting at the borders to attack us and, well, as you said, saying that "well, at least Christians..." Sad, really.<br><br>
Loc: Lancaster PA USA
Sooo, I'm about 8 years old, and even then I loved science, and kind of understood what it meant to arrive at empirical truth. I read my older brother's Science textbooks for fun, would borrow and pore over science-y books of all kinds from the school and town libraries. I'd read National Geographic & Scientific American, and watch "The 21st Century with Walter Cronkite" and watch the educational shows on Public Television because they fascinated me.<br><br>My Grandparents—both pretty religious, but very gentle about it all—took my bestest buddy/cousin Troy & me on a trip from PA down through Virginia and North Carolina to visit relatives I'd never met, and some who were so old I might never have a chance to meet them again.<br><br>During the car drive, I felt it was my older-cousinly duty to pass along to Troy all this cool knowledge I had learned about...The speed of light, the weight of a teaspoon of neutron star matter, the reason some people are albinos or retarded, how oil deposits formed and where gasoline came from...all kinds of stuff.<br><br>At one stop in Virginia, we stayed a day and over night with one of my Grand Dad's cousins who was a Halleluja! Baptist preacher in the greatest Southern tradition. Nice guy, but a little TOO loud and charismatic, when compared to my Grand Parents. I was kind of scared of him because of his personality.<br><br>They had a whole pack of kids, and we had fun running around their farm and orchard, climbing trees, playing in tire swings, chasing chickens...usual kid stuff.<br><br>Come evening time, about 9:00 or so, we kids were all settling down to go bed in one of the bunk houses (the kids kind of used it as a playhouse when migrant pickers weren't staying there). One of the kids—maybe 10 years old—sat real close to me and my cousin where we were playing with Matchbox cars on the floor. <br><br>With the other distant cousins looking on, this kid fixes me with an earnest stare, and in all seriousness, and with the same sort of approach as his Daddy might have used, asked me about whether I had accepted Jesus into my heart. I looked at him like—"You're 10 years old, you've got to be kidding me, right?"<br><br>And he kept insisting that I needed to be saved, and that if only I'd repeat some prayer with him I would be saved to join the Kingdom of Jesus, blahbitty-blag-friggin'-blah.<br><br>I thought about it for a minute while he continued his effort to convince me, and told him that I couldn't see the logic in the whole Jesus bit. I asked him to prove to me that God and Jesus existed. If he could, I'd join him.<br><br>Well, this kid apparently never considered—or maybe might not have ever been exposed to—the other side of the faith vs. science coin. He was only about 10, after all, and though he might have been able to imitate his Preacher Daddy's style and rhetoric, he simply didn't have the answers I asked for.<br><br>Deep down in my gut, something told me that if I followed the kid's lead, it was something I could never fully renounce and divorce myself from later, and I just kept shaking my head, telling him "I'm not so sure I want to do this."<br><br>It felt to me like I was being asked to participate in some sort of brainwashing ceremony. I'm not kidding, and I'm not just borrowing the vernacular from Poly. The whole ritual left me feeling creeped out. Needless to say, I didn't get saved that night in the Virginia orchard bunkhouse.<br><br>And my questioning nature about blind faith continues to this day, 40 years later.<br><br>
I'll watch your video and raise you twenty Pat Condell videos. <br><br>Lea: Pat Condell is also intolerant of bullsh[i][/i]it. But please tell me where he should be called intolerant (single word no modifier)?<br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
Nothing changes forty years or two years ago when my daughter got the same treatment. She came back home from a sleep-over and asked us what religion we were and I said the Invisible Pink Unicorn (bbhhh). After explaining to her that the IPU is real with just as much certainty as the God she was trying to be saved by during her sleep-over she thought the whole thing was pretty stupid. I replied that is a reasonable position to take but she shouldn't go to the next sleep over and espouse IPU unless she wanted to lose a friend. Trying to un-brainwash ten year old kids is a difficult thing for a trained person to do. She should just consider her friend just a bit whacky but let it slide.<br><br>It is difficult being an atheist in a Christian nation. You can get ostracized easily. You don't have to go to Hildale, Utah to be ostracized. That can happen to you right here in Boston. I can remember ostracizing my unbelieving friends next door when I lived in Indiana. They were not Catholic so obviously needed saving. At seven they had the best answer I had heard when the told me what the H in Jesus H. Christ stood for.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
Thank you ever so much<br>(and thanx for rescuing this dull dammed topic)<br>I've already listened to 2 of his rants & bookmarked the link!<br><br>To tell you the truth,<br>Even though I've moved beyond creationism about the same time <br>I outgrew Little-Green-Men-ism,<br>I've learned not to mess with other people's belief systems unless<br>my opinion (or right to choose not-to-believe) comes into question<br>simply because I've had too many friends either die, or lose loved ones<br>and have seen first hand how these people depend on Religion for comfort.<br><br>It's just become one of those things that I'll give a short; "Thanx, but No Thanx"<br>answer too, unless pressed on the subject. <br>After All, Look what happened THE LAST TIME I Gave My Opinion On the Subject! <br><br><br>[color:green]"...or am I a butterfly that's dreaming she's a woman?"</font color=green> [color:green]. . . _ _ _ . . .</font color=green><br>
<blockquote><font size=1>In reply to:</font><hr><p>Please don't apologize for outrageous behavior like raping children by using a sentence starting with "at least".<p><hr></blockquote><p>Well, at least Apple doesn't charge as much for ringtones as some vendors!<br><br>Wait a minute... think I stumbled into the wrong thread.<br><br>
I misspoke. There are twenty two videos. Makes sure you catch the second page with the extra two, "you can lead a horse to water but you can't make ..." That one made me spit coffee on my new laptop.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
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