I hate religion.
See, I would let it be. You'd never see me truly insulting any non-oppressive religions (Wiccan, Satanism, Judaism, Hindu, ect.) for a good reasons. They let me be, and I let them be. When it comes to Christianity, however, it seems without fail that every time I step outside that I give up my right to not be oppressed by this archaic bullshit. Every time I decide to check out the new Wares at the local Saturday Market, I see this asshat screaming his religious banter at every person who comes across the sidewalk. This 'Good Christian Boy' has the gull to claim that rebellious women (Read as: Any woman who has an original THOUGHT. I have asked him) and masturbation are the ways of the Devil. Now I'd be OK with this, but I'd like to start a friendly debate. The moment I start to talk to him about other things he should ban as well he starts screaming more inane banter, and calling me a Heretic. (Bad Taste 1)
Now, ever heard of the Hare Christna's? Yeah, one started yelling at me when I argued that SELLING them was the same as GIVING them away with a minimum donation. I then laughed at him, and told him he looks like a cultist. After that, he took a swing at me. (Bad Taste 2)
Those bastards have even gone as far as accosting me at my own home in ungodly hours of the day! (I'm a night person. Anything before 10:30 is fucking early for me) Jesus Christ of Latter Day Fuckwads, Jehovah’s Wit-less’ or even those kooky-ass aluminum foil-hat-wearing Scientologists. (I know they're not Christian, but I dislike them all the same) (Yeah...3)
I was also a slave to the Christian Religion for 18 years. Avidly believing in what the Church told me, and fearing to venture outside of the laws of The Bible for 18 years I was miserable. When I finally saw the true light, I realized what a bunch of morons these people where. They hated people for the most trivial of things. (Sexual orientation and beliefs) Each and every member of the church drove Gas Hogs, and where the biggest most keniveing hypocrites I've ever seen. I look back on them now, and I pity them more then anything. They are sheep, and not a one of them wants to see that their god does not exist.