I can think of no greater form of violence to truth, and nothing more offenseive to nature and reason, than that Christians teach their children to love and worship a God who created them as born sinners so he could butcher his own son to death for their spiritual deformities, which can only be fully forgiven by accepting a lifelong enslavement to a religion, and that if they question the wisdom of such a "dvine plan" they'll be burned for all eternity in an afterlife that makes Auschwitz look like Romper Room and Jesus's crucifixtion look like a hang nail, but if they shut up and simply obey a priesthood that protects its own child-rapists, they'll live happily ever after in shang gra la with a God who lives in the cloulds like that giant in Jack and the Beanstalk. If this is not the epitome of insanity mixed with pure evil, nothing is.
I grew up in a family that is about as homophobic as Phil Robertson and the Westboro Baptists, only they're not quite as boisterous about it; at least not in public anyway. They have also conveniently convinced themselves that their homophobia is really just their unique Christian ability to "hate the sin, but love the sinner" (even though these very same Christians adamantly refuse to accept that people can "hate Christianity, but love the Christian"). The sexual superiority complex necessarily relied on by such Christians is, of course, blanketed beneath the lambs wool of the Christian humility of serving "God." They interpret their fear of those who are different, in other words, as simply proof of their intimate knowledge and love of God. And the only thing such Christians are more sure about than that their own personal version of "God" exists, is that such a "God" would never want people to be homosexual - no matter how ma...
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