If you think it's appropriate to die or kill for your beliefs then, as far as I'm concerned, the universe would be better off without you. Better to see your atoms and molecules put toward something productive. A shot of medicine, some food, hell, even a Britney Spears CD ... anything, other than the slavering pile of flesh that sits there, in the corner, talking to it's imaginary friend and ticking, like some kind of retarded fucking timebomb.
You are pointless! And worse than that, you're a pain in the fucking arse. So now some fucking complete idiot, who has seen what your kind of disconnection from reality can lead to but, ironically, doesn't make the connection between your delusion and his, has set fire to some paper, and you think the appropriate response is to kill people? No! If you were even slightly worthy of using up the precious oxygen you do, you'd be laughing at him, like the rest of us - there's a fucking tube who really believes there's a giant invisible fuckhead, casting spells on us from somehwere in the sky and judging our perfomance against some kinda cosmic scorecard.
Your burning book? Is it a "religion of peace"? That whole concept is irrelevant. It's a religion. It's a means to control fucking idiots like you. If I want you to live in peace and be nice to each other then, as your priest, that's what I'll order you to do. If, however, I want to see you cutting the heads off infidels in the name of the wee baby whatever the fuck, then you'll be knee deep in righteous carnage before you can say a hail Gandalf.
It's a drug. It's your disconnect from reality, right? Admit it. it's mostly harmless because, like every other drug, the majority don't get hooked on it. Your average punter might go out, on a weekend, and shoot some alcohol or some X or some Charlie, right? They don't got a problem with it. Just like talking to giant people who aren't really there. Most people just pop on down to the Lord and Zombie, once a week and sing and dance and forget about the real world, right?
Then there's your junkie. The one who spends more time listening to the voices inside his head than the ones outside. This guy's binges have cost him his wife, his family, his friends, his job... This dude is strung out on this shit and he'll rob and kill to support his habit. This guy needs locked up and cured. Or, if he really belives in dying for his creator, maybe he ought to be granted his dream. Can't say I've got a problem with that. "Would you die for your god?", "Yes", "Bang"...
You are pointless! And worse than that, you're a pain in the fucking arse. So now some fucking complete idiot, who has seen what your kind of disconnection from reality can lead to but, ironically, doesn't make the connection between your delusion and his, has set fire to some paper, and you think the appropriate response is to kill people? No! If you were even slightly worthy of using up the precious oxygen you do, you'd be laughing at him, like the rest of us - there's a fucking tube who really believes there's a giant invisible fuckhead, casting spells on us from somehwere in the sky and judging our perfomance against some kinda cosmic scorecard.
Your burning book? Is it a "religion of peace"? That whole concept is irrelevant. It's a religion. It's a means to control fucking idiots like you. If I want you to live in peace and be nice to each other then, as your priest, that's what I'll order you to do. If, however, I want to see you cutting the heads off infidels in the name of the wee baby whatever the fuck, then you'll be knee deep in righteous carnage before you can say a hail Gandalf.
It's a drug. It's your disconnect from reality, right? Admit it. it's mostly harmless because, like every other drug, the majority don't get hooked on it. Your average punter might go out, on a weekend, and shoot some alcohol or some X or some Charlie, right? They don't got a problem with it. Just like talking to giant people who aren't really there. Most people just pop on down to the Lord and Zombie, once a week and sing and dance and forget about the real world, right?
Then there's your junkie. The one who spends more time listening to the voices inside his head than the ones outside. This guy's binges have cost him his wife, his family, his friends, his job... This dude is strung out on this shit and he'll rob and kill to support his habit. This guy needs locked up and cured. Or, if he really belives in dying for his creator, maybe he ought to be granted his dream. Can't say I've got a problem with that. "Would you die for your god?", "Yes", "Bang"...