Never claimed I was perfect. I only think it's hypocritical to talk about how great it is to return to Christian principles when one has pictures of their cock posted for all to see. Believe what you will, I encourage you to. I have my own beliefs. I believe what Christ said when he said to love God first and my fellow man second. I also believe what is taught that a relationship with God can't and shouldn't be forced on others because if it isn't genuine it is meaningless. My problem is with those who want to make everyone else believe as they do. You once posted about putting prayer and the Bible back in school but if you really believed in freedom of religion you would have to agree that all religions would then have to be taught.
Why should I love God, or anyone else for that matter? Really, WHY?
I don't believe in anything, just myself, don't put you, or your God in my face! I can't even turn on the TV without being inundated on Sunday morning with all the hypocritic, money making, evangebabble, God forsaken charaltans! Keep him and all your fantasy driven, molestatious clergy out of my mind! Don't want it! I want me. Me, me, me and what I believe!!
My cock for all to see, yes, maybe its wrong, ... don't quite know yet. But you, -- don't look at any pics! nope! no ones penis, right?
I just felt a stone fly by.
I'd love to get started on Islam, all the astral religions, Eastern religions, and all the others, and give you all an insight of THEIR roots and true agendas, and see if you would (and we can take a vote), put them in our schools for our children to study their priciples and display their flags. Oh, I almost forgot, lets build their building for them. Maybe right on top of 911's ground zero. Or maybe we should just take a look at all the turmoil, and fighting they do amongst themselves more than they do with anyone else.
Off topic, but reminds me of a movie, The Devils Advocate, maybe it's best for you to agree with Mr. Milton (Al Pacino), it would be very easy! :
John Milton: Let me give you a little inside information about God. God likes to watch. He's a prankster. Think about it. He gives man instincts. He gives you this extraordinary gift, and then what does He do, I swear for His own amusement, his own private, cosmic gag reel, He sets the rules in opposition. It's the goof of all time. Look but don't touch. Touch, but don't taste. Taste, don't swallow. Ahaha. And while you're jumpin' from one foot to the next, what is he doing? He's laughin' His sick, fuckin' ass off! He's a tight-ass! He's a SADIST! He's an absentee landlord! Worship that? NEVER!
John Milton: Freedom, baby... is never having to say you're sorry.
John Milton: Guilt is like a bag of fuckin' bricks. All ya gotta do is set it down.
Kevin Lomax: What about love?
John Milton: Overrated. Biochemically no different than eating large quantities of chocolate.
John Milton: The worst vice is advice.
John Milton: Vanity, definitely my favorite sin.
John Milton: You sharpen the human appetite to the point where it can split atoms with its desire; you build egos the size of cathedrals; fiber-optically connect the world to every eager impulse; grease even the dullest dreams with these dollar-green, gold-plated fantasies, until every human becomes an aspiring emperor, becomes his own God... and where can you go from there?
John Milton: Free will, it is a bitch.
Yes it is, right? Or no? Oh that's right there is no religion, none, only souless, evolved humanoids that walk the earth, equal to that of all the other animals here. Beastiality, why not? no one's watching... lets learn right from wrong from each other. That would be interesting. There is no hope, no soul, no future, time stops at death, period. All life's purpose here is the acquisition of weath, and the enjoyment thereof.
All the 'life after death' testimonies. nah, it's ALL in the brain. All of them. Lets teach our children about their REAL ancestors. Neanderthal man, or was it Peking man? Oh I forgot, it was Lucy, yes, she was our ancestoral missing link. My grandma lucy and grandpa Neanderthal.
How quaint.