How I tapped in to the godless hordes


On Thanksgiving Day I blogged this:

"In what I think almost all Americans would call 'odd,' President Barack Obama delivered his weekly address with a speech entitled: 'On Thanksgiving, Grateful for the Men and Women Who Defend Our Country.'

"In the text of his speech, he referred to Thanksgiving as a 'celebration of community.'

"Holy cow! Is that one screwed up view or what?

"Somebody ought to remind Obama (and his speechwriter) that when Americans sit down around a meal today and give thanks, they give thanks to God."

That awoke a response from the "god-doesn't-exist" fellowship.

You can view some of the vicious 150+ comments to the blog here.

I also received many personal e-mail. Here's a few of the best of the worst, some of which I'll clean as best they can be cleaned up, even for the Internet.

-- How about you shove a f---ing fist up your a-- you bible thumping Christian lunatic? EVERY person living in America does not HAVE to be Christian! Holy s---, all of you crazy religious pieces of s--- are f---ing insane. I can't believe that you idiots believe in the Bible, those Science Fiction stories that some cooped up drug addict wrote thousands of years ago. GO F--- YOURSELVES AND LEAVE EVERYONE ALONE WITH YOUR PATHETIC RELIGION. PSYCHO F---." (Thank you for your kind response. Oh, and BTW, your caps lock is on.)

--     "How very sad that you need a fictitious higher power to make you a better person.  Keep your religious beliefs to yourself please.  I guess you'll looking forward to Santa's visit next. (You guess correctly.)

-- I don't think you f---ing read well... So stop your right wing religious crap!!!!!  You can stick it up your stinking derriere. (Talk about skitzo: Who uses the f-bomb and derriere in the same graph?)

-- "I'm not one of the Americans you mentioned in your column that believes in imaginary beings from the book of mith & legend.  Let me tell you how religion started.  Fred & Barney returned to the cave after hunting & gathering all day, complaining about the hard work.  Wilma & Betty remained the boys that there was a easier way, the stories they made up about the stars and the beings that inhabit them would be their ticket to a easier life.  If they told those gospels to the other people in the caves, they could collect 10% of their work and life would be much easier.  Instead of working so hard they could just run their lip, so started the rabi & priesthood.  A side perk would be access to all the little boys they needed." (Thank you for the help, oh Great Gazoo.)