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*Originally posted by His4ever *
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My friends call me Kirkland. You may call me Mr. McPike. Or Sir. Or don’t call me at all, because I won’t take your call.
And if you don’t want to be called a liar, don’t traffic in the lies of scum like Jack T. Chick. Everyone else on this board, which is everyone with two brain cells to rub together, realizes that Mr. Chick is lying filth, the sort of vermin who deserve to have their flesh ripped off their bones by rabid dogs. Yet you support him? Why?
Even when everything he says can be shown to contradict the actual positions of the groups he hates. A quick trip to www.vatican.va and a search through the documents of Vatican II, or a trip to your local bookstore or library to pick up a hardbound copy of the same, would call him out on the bullshit he spreads about Catholicism. Yet you support him. Why?
The same is true of Mormonism.
Why do you support someone when a simple overview of the actual teachings of either of these bodies refutes his statements?
Oh, bt what do I know? I’m just a stupid hell-bound faggot, according to your Sky Pixie Demon God and your great Profit [sic] Jack T. Chick.
You said Catholics worship the saints. A quick glance at the teachings of the catholic church regarding this issue shows that there is a distinct and explicitly designed difference between what is rendered to the saints and worship. Ergo, you are either a liar or one so stupid that you fall for and parrot lies regularly.
You say that gays can’t be Christians. We have gay Christians right here on this board. I know several others among those who go to my Church every week, and are just as faithful as you. Ergo, you are either a liar or one so stupid that you fall for and parrot lies regularly.
There’s nothing in this world I could learn from a dimwit like you, who has whored her soul out to Jack T. Chick to work in his brothel of lies.
Who am I? Someone who knows the facts, and is a whole hell of a lot smarter than you’ll ever be.
Everyone around here may hate me, but at least, when I wake up each morning, I’m not you.
I call a thing, and a person, what it deserves to be called. Call it namecalling if you want, I call it identification. Give a thing a name of your own choosing and it can’t hurt you.
And what’s so bad about being called by a name you don’t like? I’ve certainly been called a few names in my time (heretic, heathen, Papist, Romanist, faggot), and usually by scum like you. I wear them as badges of honor.
And goody goody, you’ve stepped into my parlor: the Pit, where I can use any word in the world to describe the foulness that you are (stupid Puritanical nonsense about “bad words,” there’s no such thing as a bad word, unless one’s being used incorrectly).
Kirk