I grew up United Methodist. I went to college for a while at a Methodist school. There I was educated by some radical Methodist scholars who loved golf and homemade ice cream. Hell, my propensity to drink fermented beverages every once in a while may have already clued you into the fact that I'm a dyed-in-the-wool Methodist (as will the fact that I just used the word 'hell" in a sentence.) But guess what - I didn't wake up this morning wanting to go kill some Roman Catholics (them with their Apostolic succession and 'Power of the Pope" and all 'dat) I've never wanted to kill some Jews. Seriously, they're WAITING on the Messiah?? There's "POWER IN THE BLOOD!" by God!!!!. (And if you'd just split a bag of pork rinds and a cold PBR with me you'd not worry so much about that Kosher issue.) I don't want to kill 7th Day Adventists - who goes to church on Saturdays??!! (The Good Lord set aside that day for college football!) I've never thought about killing Hindus - WHO doesn't like a chunk of red meat cooked on a fire?
I can certainly live with you if you can find a way to live with me. If you're using religion, societal differences and prejudices as justification for murder, me thinks you left the womb with murderous tendencies. I quote her often, but my dearly departed Mother would tell you that the devil's getting your room ready. (But she was a DIEHARD United Methodist....perhaps you should've gotten to her in a smart bomb or a random shooting before she was able to show herself as an "infidel.")
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