There is no God and I can prove it.....

[AussieFanKurt]

A rational person doesn't gamble an eternity spent in . They cover their ass.

ahhh so your reason for having belief is to cover your ass, right

[redzero]

I also don't let fear dictate my beliefs, because this is 2012 and I don't have to worry about bull like eternal damnation or any other nonsense. And I acknowledge how it is contradictory for an all-loving God to punish somebody for all eternity.

Feels good not being a coward who believes in nonsense out of fear.

[Blake]

A priest marrying a couple

A priest molesting boys.

[DUNCANownsKOBE]

I also don't let fear dictate my beliefs, because this is 2012 and I don't have to worry about bull like eternal damnation or any other nonsense. And I acknowledge how it is contradictory for an all-loving God to punish somebody for all eternity.

Feels good not being a coward who believes in nonsense out of fear.

Plus, Avante's "cover your ass" argument is more bull . In the event that his god doesn't exist but the Muslim god Allah does, he's just as ed as us cold blooded atheists and going to the same we're going to for not praising Muhammed.

[silverblk mystix]

15 PAGES of sheeple puppets

[Blake]

I predict SBM will continue to suck Avante.

Nailed it

[AussieFanKurt]

how are you and avante going along, SBM? things seem strong as ever

[silverblk mystix]

Nailed it

[redzero]

Plus, Avante's "cover your ass" argument is more bull . In the event that his god doesn't exist but the Muslim god Allah does, he's just as ed as us cold blooded atheists and going to the same we're going to for not praising Muhammed.

Pascal's Wager is so flawed it isn't funny. There are countless numbers of outcomes, but arrogant Christians automatically assume that either their god and their heaven exist or there are no gods.

Pascal's Wager doesn't account for other gods, other denominations, or even if heaven and exist in the first place, with or without God. Only a true moron would think that it is a good reason to believe in God.

[silverblk mystix]

how are you and avante going along, SBM? things seem strong as ever

STFU aussie - you're out of your element!

[AussieFanKurt]

STFU aussie - you're out of your element!

someone's getting defensive, its okay, we all know. dont need to cover it up

[AussieFanKurt]

[Sybok]

15 PAGES of sheeple puppets

I can feel your pain. Walk with me for a moment as we share our thoughts: You're a child, your father, a migrant worker from Chihuahua arrives at a small mobile home in West Texas, riding in the back of a farm truck. Your mother, only a chromosome away from being traded for saddle blankets, born in a horse stable in a US Cavalry barn in San Angelo, found by your father at age 12 sucking glue from an old shoe, has just finished rolling out tortillas and has placed a couple on the old stove in the kitchen. You and your brother are pretending to be astronauts inside an old broken down refrigerator in the yard. You see your father arrive and you run to meet him. He calls you "mijo" and you call him "padre". He regales you with tales of cherries, apples, oranges and other delectable fruits that he's picked in his month long tour of the country. He hands you an apple, two bites missing from it. You tear into it and smile and say "gracias padre, como estas?". All the while no one has notices your brother, Chuy Rodriguez Rodriguez Hernandez (actually belonging to another man while your father was in Florida) has stopped making noise, as he's locked inside this space ship. 30 minutes later your mother wonders where Chuy went. She asks you and your face turns almost tan (white would be too far for you), "Chuy was in the space chip" you say. "Mira mira, Chuy, aye ya ya... noooooo" as your mother finds Chuy has found an old jar of picante sauce and has launched into it full force in that refrigerator. Chuy joo ate the last picante sauces, joo thief".

Since then you've been out to stop crime, enrolling in a police academy only to later decide it was too easy for you, so you opted to instead check assholes in a local lockup facility. Now you hate yourself because every day your fingers have a permanent ring of around them, and they reek of latex and and piss and . You think back to days when your father brought you the fruit and long for those days, and you draw a strange parallel to the fruit your father picked and the ass fruit you pick. You have come full circle. Let go.

[silverblk mystix]

I can feel your pain. Walk with me for a moment as we share our thoughts: You're a child, your father, a migrant worker from Chihuahua arrives at a small mobile home in West Texas, riding in the back of a farm truck. Your mother, only a chromosome away from being traded for saddle blankets, born in a horse stable in a US Cavalry barn in San Angelo, found by your father at age 12 sucking glue from an old shoe, has just finished rolling out tortillas and has placed a couple on the old stove in the kitchen. You and your brother are pretending to be astronauts inside an old broken down refrigerator in the yard. You see your father arrive and you run to meet him. He calls you "mijo" and you call him "padre". He regales you with tales of cherries, apples, oranges and other delectable fruits that he's picked in his month long tour of the country. He hands you an apple, two bites missing from it. You tear into it and smile and say "gracias padre, como estas?". All the while no one has notices your brother, Chuy Rodriguez Rodriguez Hernandez (actually belonging to another man while your father was in Florida) has stopped making noise, as he's locked inside this space ship. 30 minutes later your mother wonders where Chuy went. She asks you and your face turns almost tan (white would be too far for you), "Chuy was in the space chip" you say. "Mira mira, Chuy, aye ya ya... noooooo" as your mother finds Chuy has found an old jar of picante sauce and has launched into it full force in that refrigerator. Chuy joo ate the last picante sauces, joo thief".

Since then you've been out to stop crime, enrolling in a police academy only to later decide it was too easy for you, so you opted to instead check assholes in a local lockup facility. Now you hate yourself because every day your fingers have a permanent ring of around them, and they reek of latex and and piss and . You think back to days when your father brought you the fruit and long for those days, and you draw a strange parallel to the fruit your father picked and the ass fruit you pick. You have come full circle. Let go.

Tired, uninventive & stale schtick. Time to try another of your troll accounts.

[AussieFanKurt]

Tired, uninventive & stale schtick.

Irony at its best... "sheeple, sheeple, 14 pages hehehe"

[DUNCANownsKOBE]

I can feel your pain. Walk with me for a moment as we share our thoughts: You're a child, your father, a migrant worker from Chihuahua arrives at a small mobile home in West Texas, riding in the back of a farm truck. Your mother, only a chromosome away from being traded for saddle blankets, born in a horse stable in a US Cavalry barn in San Angelo, found by your father at age 12 sucking glue from an old shoe, has just finished rolling out tortillas and has placed a couple on the old stove in the kitchen. You and your brother are pretending to be astronauts inside an old broken down refrigerator in the yard. You see your father arrive and you run to meet him. He calls you "mijo" and you call him "padre". He regales you with tales of cherries, apples, oranges and other delectable fruits that he's picked in his month long tour of the country. He hands you an apple, two bites missing from it. You tear into it and smile and say "gracias padre, como estas?". All the while no one has notices your brother, Chuy Rodriguez Rodriguez Hernandez (actually belonging to another man while your father was in Florida) has stopped making noise, as he's locked inside this space ship. 30 minutes later your mother wonders where Chuy went. She asks you and your face turns almost tan (white would be too far for you), "Chuy was in the space chip" you say. "Mira mira, Chuy, aye ya ya... noooooo" as your mother finds Chuy has found an old jar of picante sauce and has launched into it full force in that refrigerator. Chuy joo ate the last picante sauces, joo thief".

Since then you've been out to stop crime, enrolling in a police academy only to later decide it was too easy for you, so you opted to instead check assholes in a local lockup facility. Now you hate yourself because every day your fingers have a permanent ring of around them, and they reek of latex and and piss and . You think back to days when your father brought you the fruit and long for those days, and you draw a strange parallel to the fruit your father picked and the ass fruit you pick. You have come full circle. Let go.

[Avante]

I already mentioned I grew up in a home that believed in God, I didn't come to God, I was always with God. I'm not talking about me when I say "cover your ass", I'm talking about the ignorant atheists,

[AussieFanKurt]

indoctrinated by parents, luckily my parents gave me a choice on what to do rather than brainwashing me at a young age

[DMC]

I already mentioned I grew up in a home that believed in God, I didn't come to God, I was always with God. I'm not talking about me when I say "cover your ass", I'm talking about the ignorant atheists,

You cannot even prove a God exists. Since even you cannot do that, you are also ignorant, except that doesn't stop you from following the herd of mindless jesus drones.

Ignorance + certainty = bag

[DMC]

I can feel your pain. Walk with me for a moment as we share our thoughts: You're a child, your father, a migrant worker from Chihuahua arrives at a small mobile home in West Texas, riding in the back of a farm truck. Your mother, only a chromosome away from being traded for saddle blankets, born in a horse stable in a US Cavalry barn in San Angelo, found by your father at age 12 sucking glue from an old shoe, has just finished rolling out tortillas and has placed a couple on the old stove in the kitchen. You and your brother are pretending to be astronauts inside an old broken down refrigerator in the yard. You see your father arrive and you run to meet him. He calls you "mijo" and you call him "padre". He regales you with tales of cherries, apples, oranges and other delectable fruits that he's picked in his month long tour of the country. He hands you an apple, two bites missing from it. You tear into it and smile and say "gracias padre, como estas?". All the while no one has notices your brother, Chuy Rodriguez Rodriguez Hernandez (actually belonging to another man while your father was in Florida) has stopped making noise, as he's locked inside this space ship. 30 minutes later your mother wonders where Chuy went. She asks you and your face turns almost tan (white would be too far for you), "Chuy was in the space chip" you say. "Mira mira, Chuy, aye ya ya... noooooo" as your mother finds Chuy has found an old jar of picante sauce and has launched into it full force in that refrigerator. Chuy joo ate the last picante sauces, joo thief".

Since then you've been out to stop crime, enrolling in a police academy only to later decide it was too easy for you, so you opted to instead check assholes in a local lockup facility. Now you hate yourself because every day your fingers have a permanent ring of around them, and they reek of latex and and piss and . You think back to days when your father brought you the fruit and long for those days, and you draw a strange parallel to the fruit your father picked and the ass fruit you pick. You have come full circle. Let go.

lol

[Jacob1983]

It's not what you know. It's what you can prove.

[Avante]

indoctrinated by parents, luckily my parents gave me a choice on what to do rather than brainwashing me at a young age

I always had a choice, brainwashing, hahahaha!!!!!!!!!! I saw those who were my fanmily and those who didn't have a God, real easy choice to make.

[AussieFanKurt]

I always had a choice, brainwashing, hahahaha!!!!!!!!!! I saw those who were my fanmily and those who didn't have a God, real easy choice to make.

Yeah I'm sure you had a "choice" if you choice was your dad saying how good god was 24/7

[DMC]

I always had a choice, brainwashing, hahahaha!!!!!!!!!! I saw those who were my fanmily and those who didn't have a God, real easy choice to make.

You monitor this site like a ing ICBM operator.

God is gonna getcha... god is gonna getcha..... god is gonna getcha... abdula abdula

[Avante]

You cannot even prove a God exists. Since even you cannot do that, you are also ignorant, except that doesn't stop you from following the herd of mindless jesus drones.

Ignorance + certainty = bag

I don't care if God exists, it's a better life having faith that He does, look at how ed up you are, not a cool bone in your body, you see slick you have no God, you haver no hope, no faith. all you have is a big ing mouth.