Religion it has been said, is like a Penis.

It’s ok having one but nobody wants you waving it in their face. If you lucky enough to find someone who does, then good for you, we all hope you’re very happy together, meanwhile, respectfully please get some privacy.

So, WTF, people killing themselves for the hope of 72 virgins!?

Technically the equivalent of 72 blind dates. . .

Who the f*ck wants that nightmare!?

If it weren’t for the innocent lives caught up in their delusionary hatred, then people removing themselves from the gene pool and being sent straight to hell to be badgered by 72 nagging women is probably a blessing for the rest of us.

It’s not also known if the 72 virgins are also similarly as evil as the perpetrators stupid enough to believe this horsesh*t, so lets cling to belief that Karma does indeed have a sense of humour. . .

If your stupid enough to believe that anything other than causality will greet you in any other form of life, then at least have the decency to keep your beliefs to yourself and do all you can to ensure that you leave the rest of us to our own choices without causing misery and suffering to the rest of us.

Religio, ruler, God, bigger, ego, popular, followers
Thou shalt not measure your God without using the God Ruler

I know more than enough people who would be more than happy to allow you to blow yourself up on their land, privately without any consequence to yourselves or your families., and if not, just ask, we’ll have a Tombola and raise the money, this I can promise you!

In either case, we will valiantly applaud you, from a slight distance anyway.

If your God is so great then clearly you must see the error in your beliefs to assume that any being responsible for creating life and Religion would accept such barbarity, let alone see it as a sign of strength to inflict it upon non-believers, neutral people causing no harm to yourselves whatsoever.

If this is otherwise, then what kind of God have you chosen? What kind of sick twisted abomination would allow such senseless self sacrifice.

Think about it, once you’ve all blown yourselves up, who promotes the religion!? Who spreads the hate!? HOW CAN YOU ACHIEVE ANYTHING!?

“Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin can openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself.

Choose your future. Choose life . . . But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got Religion?”

If this is you, then good, do us all a favour. Find a field, strap up and go to f*cking hell, just do it with respect, do it for you, do it for your own stupid f*cking beliefs, your own stupid f*cking sacrifice, but leave the rest of us to our own hell.

Life isn’t easy, sometimes life sucks, but live with the hope that one day it won’t, maybe for a few hours even, there is some good worth dreaming about.

Otherwise, I’ll light the fuse for you myself. . .


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