My cousin has told me she is sad that I’m dragging my daughters straight to hell for supporting gay people, abortions, and for thinking religion has no place in government. I am sad that she gets excited thinking about God coming and destroying the world and burning up all the “unbelievers” so it all evens out.
To me it’s much weirder when strangers feel the need to contact me on FB to warn me that I need to repent from my evil “lesbo” ways. Three now since I added my little ranbow support for marriage equality. Just a few days ago our local news asked something about costumes for Halloween, I don’t know what exactly now, some mild question and I said my daughter wanted to be a pony. Some grown man saw this and decided he had to send me a message that says: Your daughter has a lot more to worry about than being a pony with a dike mother like you". A few weeks back I traced another internet evangelist back to my Rush fan group. He sent me a message to repent and turn from my “lezbo” ways or I’m going to burn in hell. I’d never spoken a word to either of these people.
It doesn’t work. People on that level of religiousness will hold up a blade of grass and say, “This is proof of God!”, and think that they’ve said something utterly profound.
You bet. And I promptly say “That’s proof of the existence of a blade of grass. Please show proof of the existence of the god you claim created it.”
Or they just point to the ground and claim Earth as their proof. I love it when they point at me and claim that my existence is proof of a ghod. I just laugh and say, “Nope, it’s just proof that Mom and Dad humped like bunnies about 9 months before I was born.”
Word of advice: Don’t engage the crazies. Ignore them and walk away (or in the virtual world, unfriend them). If someone would have written that to me, I’d have x’d him right off my screen.
