I know that God exists, but I hate Him for what He has done to me throughout the course of my life-starting with giving me meningitis.
It’s fun to deal with right-wing bigots who assume you smoke pot-all the while they give some Iraq murderer in an American uniform a free pass.
When it comes to relationships, they have been fabulous disasters. They have been so bad that women have assumed me to be gay because I was still single in my late thirties-the very same kind of chicks who rejected me because I didn’t have the money to accommodate their spending habits.
I got married just prior to forty-and God fucked me on that marriage as if I were a cheap whore on Sepulveda Blvd. My ex-wife spent all of my money and hardly ever let me be intimate with her.
We lived with her friend nearly the entire time we were “married.”
I took care of someone with autism when I should have been dating.
Seeing how I believe in unions, I have taken the appropriate action against an unjust Deity: I’m on strike.
God gets nothing from me until He lives up to His “word” in Genesis 2:18 and in 2 Corinthians 7:9. In fact, when we meet, the Lord will need a doctor after I’m through kicking His ass. Besides, since our righteousness is like that of filthy rags (Isiah 64:6)
I’m not an Atheist, but I don’t put up with the Father’s shit-ever.
I don’t care if He DID create the Universe with can of baked beans, it doesn’t give Him the right to lie to people as Paul admits that God the Father does in Hebrews 11:39-look it up.
I am justified to do all these things against the Father as per Proverbs 18:19, Proverbs 18:22, Proverbs 30:8, 1 Corinthians 7:9, and Matthew 21:22.
I have never sinned within this realm because the Father is guilty, via Mark 9:42.
I win in the end because I know Christ rose three days after His execution.
His knees weren’t broken and Roman guards were burned where they slept if caught nodding off while on duty.
I have conquered God the Father, and He is only hurting His Own “credibility” the longer this continues.
Don’t tell me about Job. Show me Job’s 1040 and his 1199’s. Tell me where Uz was-then, and ONLY THEN, will I consider a possibility of credibility.
God the Father has nothing on me, but the Father would be my bitch if we were in prison, as I would rent Him out.
Well, it’s not nice to let turn innocent people who once trusted You with their very lives into a spiritual terrorist-which is essentially what I am now.
The sad thing is that I am slowly beginning to realize that there are honest Christians in this world who don’t castigate others. Sadly, they are very difficult to find and they will be caught in the crossfire once 2 Peter 3:4 comes to pass.