Why I hate the Friendly Atheist
If it wasn’t for Hemant I would’ve never discovered that Ray Comfort had his own blog. Sure, he’s kind of amusing in the same way giving a toddler something sour is amusing. Who amongst us will ever forget the Banana Incident?
The thing is - Ray Comfort just doesn’t give Chrisitans a bad name - he gives stupid a bad name. Take, for example, a gem I recently found on his blog.
At the ripe old age of 22 he was stunned to find out all his ancestors were dead. All of them. Dead. Ray, being the humble man that he was and is, decided to find out what happened and how he could could avoid it also.
Was it heart failure? A hunting accident? Did they really piss someone off? Did they fail to seek treatment for a spider bite? Maybe it was cancer or liver failure?
Of course not.
If everyone in his line had managed to come out of the vagina of a woman who came out of the vagina of another women without anything going into her vagina to begin with - they’d been granted instant immortality.
I swear if I’m completely wrong and there is a god that’s going to show up one day and rescue us from the likes of Ray Comfort - I’m going to have to punch it at least once before skipping off to hell.
There’s just no reason at all that anyone should have to be subjected to pure stupid. I don’t care who did what to who. It’s just wrong.
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Sometimes my brain hurts from reading some of the things posted on Ray’s blog. And it’s not a good “brain was challenged” type of pain. But for some reason I keep expecting actual reasonable responses to my questions and comments. It seems to be an exercise in futility.
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I’d like to punch his god in the face, too.