I have two modes.
Passionate and introspective.
Passionate and very very loud.
Today I met for the first time an atheist elitist. Prior to this encounter I’ve only had the good fortune to meet like minded atheists who don’t feel the need to piss on everything around them for the sake of being the brainy one in the group. I now look back on these times with nostalgia. -sigh-
Essentially, the twat bag tried to have a go at me because I was talking about how I enjoyed occult symbolism and mythology. Jumping to the conclusion that I enjoyed these things for a religious aspect, the arse bandit attempted to jump down my throat to assert his all knowing point about how all these things are fairy tales and bollocks and that i was some gimp who relied on these things due to insecurity.
As you can see, despite the cunt’s obviously high opinion of himself, he’s about as intelligent as a wooden spoon dipped in lead paint.
My retort went something like this.
So, what you’re saying is an atheist can’t enjoy a good story or admire certain aesthetics because they’re connected to some religious ideology? They can’t research certain things that they find interesting because they are part of a belief structure? So, your way of dealing with religious ignorance is to combat it with your own retarded stupidity. You really need to stay the fuck out of any religious debate, because any side that has you on it is surely going to lose despite any amount of facts presented, simply because someone let you open your mouth.
(I wasn’t this eloquent or articulate, so imagine this being spoken at about 3 words a second rapidly getting louder and louder with more blatant use of the word “cunt-knacker”.)
Live Fast, Die Young
Unveiling The Wicked
If any of you have ever seen the 80s horror flick Trick or Treat, you will probably recognize this album art. The kid in that film may have been an insufferable douche, but damn he had some good records.