I have something to say … and it isn’t pretty and it isn’t nice and it isn’t remotely politically correct. I am sick unto death of religion, of the prating and the bullshit and the claims they can’t back up … all of it. I’ve tolerated both Jehovah’s Witlesses and Mor(m)ons at my door, neither of which were either invited or welcome, yet I talked to them and tolerated them, even smiled at them and wished them a good day, despite the fact that they have nothing believable or even remotely substantial to say about their gods or their prophets or their saviors. No great surprise there, really … since how much substance was there to Jupiter or Ra or Brahma, Vishnu or Shiva? Yeah, I know, not much, though all these guys want to say that they’re different somehow.
So now you’re all bent out of shape because we atheists call you on your crap … and maybe not today or tomorrow, but sometime in the not so distant future, you may want to come gunning for us. That would be a mistake. You see, fact is, while I haven’t armed myself … YET … I keep an eye on things. I follow the news, local, state, national, and so on, and if it were to come to my attention that there were gangs running about around Northeast Ohio, whether christian, islamic, or whatever, thinking that they wanted to start taking on atheists … well, I would have no choice but to arm myself, much as I would prefer not to.
And I WOULD arm myself, fully and properly, and I would likely spend some time at the local range, polishing skills which were first taught me by my grandfather. Did I mention my grandfather was a cop, a cop who was rated sharpshooter, though he never once had to draw his gun in anger, who loaded and dialed in his own rounds very nearly to perfection (I know – I fired my share of his loads).
And if you want to come after me and/or mine, there will be a penalty involved … a very severe penalty for your foolishness. I mean, I haven’t gone after you. I’ve said multiple times that you can believe as you please, so long as you leave me and mine alone and you don’t attempt to mess with the government we live under. Yet apparently, you didn’t want to listen or you figured that you could get away with murder. You figured wrong … and if you have to have my life, you’ll discover that said life comes at a very dear cost.
Now, that said … do you REALLY want to play?