No Fear of God

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And if, after judging you, She finds you wanting... will She burn your sorry ass in Hell? Forever? Do you deserve that? Obviously not. Maybe your balls need to be boiled in peanut oil for fifteen minutes. Maybe your dick needs to be stretched to the breaking point over thirteen years. Maybe a replica of Fat Man (the atomic bomb) needs to be slowly be shoved up your cunt (or your ass) over the next two hundred years. Maybe.

But how can She, in good conscience, burn your sorry ass in Hell forever? No way. It makes no sense.

It is a fundamental principle of justice - (undeniable!) - that the punishment must fit the crime. Do you - idiot that you are - think that God is exempt from that principle? I think not.

So as I sit in my living room watching The 700 Club with my right arm resting on the couch arm-rest and my forearm positioned vertically and my right hand formed into the Stinkfinger Mudra pointing to the heavens, I have no fear as I talk to God. I have no fear as I remind the sucker that He (She) needs to be watching tv as Pat Robertson prays for a miracle.

I have absolutely no fear of God.