Don't impose on me... and I won't vent

ARGH!!

I will start by saying that I am a steadfast atheist. I do not believe in any god of any sort.

What I don't get, is why do people feel the need to impose their beliefs on others!? I live every day happily, I love my family, and my friends, and am a productive member of society. I don't impose my beliefs on you, why do you feel the need to impose on me?!

I'm just pissed because someone that I work/study with has attempted to impose his beliefs on me, and I snapped. I spewed everything that I think is wrong with religion, and I think I may have shook him up a little knowing that people like me live happily in this world.

I never tried to impose on him, WHY did he feel the need to impose on me!!!

:cussing: :cussing: :cussing: :cussing: :cussing: :cussing: :cussing:

He'll survive.... in fact...if he's a really nice god squad type, he'll pray for your soul tonight.
You must have done something to set him off? They tend to need a trigger before launching into their annoying rants.
I bet he says sorry to you tomorrow.

Now you've done it. He'll be trying to "save" you.



I saw a great bumper sticker

Jesus Saves!
Gretsky gets the rebound,
SCORES!!

No, this guy just loves to argue about politics. So, when his argument turned into... because it's right. I couldn't help but ask why is it right? And his response was god said so....

So, at that point the argument was over, and it became an issue of why can't you just let those people do what they want, and you do what you want? Live / Let live...?

Guess I'm going to hell. And this leads to a shirt I've seen at ski resorts...
If hell froze over, I'd ski there too! (or something like that)

I've got a classmate like that. Every chance he gets he's inviting me to his thursday night religious coffee houses and sunday morning breakfasts. Sometimes he tries to talk to me about God. This kid dumped his girlfriend of two years so he could spend more time at the church. He's got a bible on his desk every day.

Last year in moments of frustration I'd say things like "christfuck on the cross" or "JESUS FUCK!" just to rattle him. Or talk about dirty raunchy sex.

But I realized he's a good kid, and he's been brought up with these beliefs, and there's no real reason to hold it against him

counter his argument that "God said so" with "no, you interpret your God's belief to reinforce it. Between 1100 and 1300, most Christians believed God wanted them to kill all the Muslims, it was called The Crusades. I think you'd agree that the christians back then misinterpreted what they believed God wanted"

That should to the trick.

your life would be much easier if you just admitted how much you love jeebus already. **gosh**

:D
I so completely needed that. I cracked up earlier today watching the movie of that monster!

Oh wow, thank you.
:D

Quote:

---

Originally Posted by wicked_sick

Last year in moments of frustration I'd say things like "christfuck on the cross" or "JESUS FUCK!" just to rattle him. Or talk about dirty raunchy sex.

---

LOL! (Now I feel bad though and suspect I may get shat on by a sea gull for laughing.)

I had a similar situation when playing golf with a trainee priest last year.... he was a total laugh before he found God, now he's serious and refuses to play golf with me on account of my bad language.

I'm a devout atheist, but I got no problem with the people out there who super religious, as long as they walk the walk. IF they want to convert me, I just decline politely. (Hell, when I find someone who's never skied anything fatter than 70mm at the waist, I'm sure I sound like a religious nut when I start raving about fat skis.)

I got a huge problem with the people who claim to be religious (and thus superior) but are really unethical and amoral when all is said and done.

Quote:

---

Originally Posted by Shorey

now he's serious and refuses to play golf with me on account of my bad language.

---

fuck him if he can't take a bit of cursing.


http://www.tshirthell.com/hell.shtml

show up with something from this site ....

MARY WAS ONLY A VIRGIN
IF YOU DON'T COUNT ANAL

IF JESUS COMES BACK
WE'LL KILL HIM AGAIN

Quote:

---

Originally Posted by YetiMan

your life would be much easier if you just admitted how much you love jeebus already. **gosh**

---

i was flipping thru the channels a few weeks ago and saw that freak - she is what's all scary about people shoving their beliefs down your throat. heard about that wife swapping show, finally caught it and i actually felt really sorry for that bitches kids. she and her god friends were fuckin insane - watched the show like this - :eek:

Quote:

---

Originally Posted by IHeartWhistler

I never tried to impose on him, WHY did he feel the need to impose on me!!!

---

It's an interesting question, really. I will state up front that I'm not an atheist, in fact I actually do attend church relatively frequently. But I am also the last person that will bring up religion, try to convert you, or even care what (if any) religious beliefs someone else has. I also have at least as many vices as everyone else on here (okay, well, maybe not everyone -- some of you fuckers are crazy :D ).

Back to the question at hand. If you look at it from a business perspective, it's actually pretty straightforward. In most developed countries, the population growth solely from births is more/less stagnant. I think it's even declining in the States. So if your religion has X number of people in it right now, then if every new child born to parents in your religion, and no one leaves your religion other than through death, then at best you will maintain the size of the religion. However, it's a given that people are going to leave the religion for various reasons other than death. So that means unless you "recruit" new members, that religion will eventually disappear. In the end, it's no different than you choosing to buy a Whopper instead of a Big Mac. If everyone goes for the Whopper, McD's will eventually go out of business.

Quote:

---

Originally Posted by Shorey

I had a similar situation when playing golf with a trainee priest last year.... he was a total laugh before he found God, now he's serious and refuses to play golf with me on account of my bad language.

---

A nun is sitting with her Mother Superior chatting.

"I used some horrible language this week and feel absolutely terrible about it."

"When did you use this awful language?" asks the elder.

"Well, I was golfing and hit an incredible drive that looked like it was going to go over 280 yards, but it struck a phone line that was hanging over the fairway and fell straight down to the ground after going only about 100 yards."

"Is that when you swore?"

"No, Mother," says the nun. "After that, a squirrel ran out of the bushes and grabbed my ball in its mouth and began to run away."

"Is THAT when you swore?" asks the Mother Superior again.

"Well, no. says the nun. You see, as the squirrel was running, an eagle came down out of the sky, grabbed the squirrel in his talons and began to fly away!"

"Is THAT when you swore?" asks the amazed elder nun.

"No, not yet. As the eagle carried the squirrel away in its claws" , it flew near the green and the squirrel dropped my ball."

"Did you swear THEN?" asked Mother Superior, becoming impatient.

"No, because the ball fell on a big rock, bounced over the sandtrap, rolled onto the green, and stopped about six inches from the hole."

The two nuns were silent for a moment.

Then Mother Superior sighed and said, "You missed the fucking putt, didn't you?"

Quote:

---

Originally Posted by Beaver

I saw a great bumper sticker

Jesus Saves!
Gretsky gets the rebound,
SCORES!!

---

someone at my work has a great bumper sticker too. it reads:

"Jesus was my copilot but we crashed in the mountains and i had to eat him"

A priest is watching a man fishing off a pier. The man hooks a large fish and, fighting all the way, reels him in and lands him. triumphantly he holds the fish up and shouts:

"I finally got you, Cocksucker!"

At this point the man notices the priest, especially his disapproving frown, and abashedly starts stammering an apology,

"Oh, Father... I'm sorry if I offended you, but....ummmm... "Cocksucker" is the name of this type of fish and....."

The Priest loses the frown and smiles, which relieves the fisherman so much he insists the priest takes the fish back to the rectory with him. The priest is more than happy to oblige, since he and the Mother Superior are hosting the Pope this evening at an intimate business dinner.

The Priest enters his kitchen and shows the fish to his Deacon, crowing,

"Check out the size of this cocksucker!"

The Deacon nearly drops the dish he was washing from shock, upon which the Priest explains the "origin" of the unusual name that crossed his lips. The Deacon, mollified and now equally excited about their impending meal, volunteers to clean the fish for Mother Superior to cook.

Ol' MS returns from the grocery store only to be presented with a gutted and scraped fish by the Deacon, who declares,

"That's one cocksucker ready for your skills!"

After reviving the MS -- who fainted -- he also explains why he used such a foul term in her presence. The MS immediately starts cooking their supper, hoping the Pope will be satisfied with her efforts.

During the Meal the Pope remarks how wonderful everything is, especially the fish. Everyone starts preening and the Priest volunteers,

"I brought the cocksucker home!"

"I cleaned that cocksucker," added the Deacon.

"And I cooked that cocksucker to the best of my ability," concluded the Mother Superior.

The Pope's expression goes from shocked to stern to a small, mysterious smile. He leans back, opens his belt to make room for his full belly, pours himself a glass of Port, and smirks:



"I knew you motherfuckers were OK."

That's some funny stuff.

And Tipp, I still read and laugh at your sig every time.

Quote:

---

Originally Posted by Shorey

now he's serious and refuses to play golf with me on account of my bad language.

---

Isn't that strange?!? He is alergic to certain words. It's not the concept, it's the word itself. I bet if you said "poop", he wouldn't even blink, but "shit"...now that is enough to sever a friendship .:nonono2: :nonono2: :nonono2:

Because you're going to hell SINNER!

Quote:

---

Originally Posted by MeatPuppet

Isn't that strange?!? He is alergic to certain words. It's not the concept, it's the word itself. I bet if you said "poop", he wouldn't even blink, but "shit"...now that is enough to sever a friendship .:nonono2: :nonono2: :nonono2:

---

Even better are the devout christians who instead of saying motherfucker they say MF, or say BS instead of bullshit, effin instead of fucking, etc. I never understood this at all. I have always been of the mindset that it's the connotation of the word, not the word itself that makes it bad. I have no problems with religious people in general, but I would never try to coerce anyone to have the same beliefs as me. The only time I ever bring up my personal beliefs is when some christian attempts to "save" me.

I'm Catholic. My beliefs are strong, whatever they are, but I don't go to church much because it doesn't do anything for me. I also don't care what anybody else's religion is. My girlfriend is an atheist and I don't have any problem with that. What I do have a problem with is missionaries. They seem to want to fuck with people's lives all the time. I was just in Thailand and spent a couple of days volunteering with tsunami rebuilding efforts. The volunteers were pissed because there were all kinds of Christian missionaries there taking this opportunity to make some new converts.

I don't see the point, trying to tell them that one religion is better than another. The way I look at religion, they're all the same shit, different smell. But what do I know?

Quote:

---

Originally Posted by Tippster

A priest is watching a man fishing off a pier. The man hooks a large fish and, fighting all the way, reels him in and lands him. triumphantly he holds the fish up and shouts:

"I finally got you, Cocksucker!"

At this point the man notices the priest, especially his disapproving frown, and abashedly starts stammering an apology,

"Oh, Father... I'm sorry if I offended you, but....ummmm... "Cocksucker" is the name of this type of fish and....."

The Priest loses the frown and smiles, which relieves the fisherman so much he insists the priest takes the fish back to the rectory with him. The priest is more than happy to oblige, since he and the Mother Superior are hosting the Pope this evening at an intimate business dinner.

The Priest enters his kitchen and shows the fish to his Deacon, crowing,

"Check out the size of this cocksucker!"

The Deacon nearly drops the dish he was washing from shock, upon which the Priest explains the "origin" of the unusual name that crossed his lips. The Deacon, mollified and now equally excited about their impending meal, volunteers to clean the fish for Mother Superior to cook.

Ol' MS returns from the grocery store only to be presented with a gutted and scraped fish by the Deacon, who declares,

"That's one cocksucker ready for your skills!"

After reviving the MS -- who fainted -- he also explains why he used such a foul term in her presence. The MS immediately starts cooking their supper, hoping the Pope will be satisfied with her efforts.

During the Meal the Pope remarks how wonderful everything is, especially the fish. Everyone starts preening and the Priest volunteers,

"I brought the cocksucker home!"

"I cleaned that cocksucker," added the Deacon.

"And I cooked that cocksucker to the best of my ability," concluded the Mother Superior.

The Pope's expression goes from shocked to stern to a small, mysterious smile. He leans back, opens his belt to make room for his full belly, pours himself a glass of Port, and smirks:



"I knew you motherfuckers were OK."

---

Yep. You motherfuckers are all right.