The Yak’s Cock sprayed globules of come for your misdemeanors, Stranger!
Well, I’m here in Southern Indiana and though Bloomington is known as a liberal city, I’ve always mixed just fine with the confederate-flag, dirt bike, 4x4 crowd. I don’t go around advocating indifference to religion, that’s the thing. Because if I did that, that would mean that I care about religion, which I don’t. I don’t want to talk about it. IT BORES THE SHIT OUT OF ME. I do not go around trying to get others to be apathetic about religion. The whole point of my OP is that I don’t care what someone else’s religion is. And in all my time in the Midwest I have never once been “witnessed” to, either. If someone asked me, “do you believe in Jesus Christ as your lord and savior,” for whatever reason, more than likely I would just answer “yes” and avoid getting into any kind of debate with them. That’s how little I care about it.
I have no misdemeanors, only felonies and parole violations.
King Kong died for your sins, SixSwordS. Do you take Eris to be your guide to discord? Do you accept the Pentabarf as your dogma? Consult your pineal gland.
Stranger
spluttering
But if you take that away, I’m no longer a formerly practicing ritual cannibal, dammit. And if I’m not that, what am I?
Living in the real world?
Stranger
Argent Towers, although the yak-cockular vehemence with which you don’t care about religion is suggestive, I find your position, and especially your desire to have it recognized, very admirable.
I wonder how the much-publicized statistics on religious beliefs in the USA would look if the category you are self-describing had some crisp definition (that I don’t think it currently does). Something tells me that, just as your testimony about living in the middle of middle America without running up against religiosity attests, MOST American don’t really give a shit.
When I was eleven, I took a poll for the school newspaper among my classmates on who everyone’s favorite band was. Most of my fellow sixth graders didn’t have a favorite band, so I asked if I could put them down for the Yardbirds, since they were MY favorite. They said fine, they didn’t care. Remarkably, the Yardbirds was the favorite band among sixth graders in my town, circa 1968.
We’ve eaten yak cheese in Nepal. It was so good we brought a bunch back with us.
In the pocket of my trousers, fresh from the wash, is a glossy pamphlet on the American bison from a local health-food store which, by saturation with water and then subsequent drying, has been converted into a very dense nugget about one inch high and a half inch wide and a little less than one centimeter thick. The world works in very mysterious ways sometimes.
Aw, dang, Argent Towers, and here I was thinking you sounded pretty hot. 
I would put it a little differently: I don’t give a “yak’s cock” about arguing about religion. I have a personal opinion about religion, which I will not reveal here. I know that other people have a very different opinion. On a message board, I will not discuss it any further, nor am I interested in reading other people’s arguments about it.
Ed
A lama’s cock is a whole other story
Do you mean like the Dalai Lama? :eek:
Or do you mean a llama?
One of the courses I teach at a local college is Speech.
On Day One I tell my students there are three topics that they cannot use in speeches:
Sex
Politics
Religion
Three topics guaranteed to get you fired if you discuss, drunk, at the office party. Also, a speech class is not a debate class, and it is not wise to alienate the audience.
However, one thing I like about this board is reading what others have to say about all three topics.
I mostly agree with the OP…there is nothing more tedious than hearing someone preach religion. As an ex-Catholic, I have heard my fill and do not give a yak’s cock about your epiphany. The rest of it is hokus pokus and smelling salts.
I believe in Karma and that is about it in a nutshell.
If you think I am going to hell, well - I don’t give a yak’s testicle.
Let me tell you, it’s hard to preach a sermon when you have a long, tangled, matted hank of hair from a yak’s scrotum lodged in your sinus passages. I think that’s something that all of the evangelists ought to internalize. However, it’s just as difficult to spout off the glories of atheism when your lungs are filled with bubbling-hot milk from a Himalayan bull-yak. That’s why both sides are fucked and I’m sick of listening to them argue. They can spew all the vile spleen they want towards each other, but I’m just sick of getting caught in the crossfire.