Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves.
Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves.
Pluto is MY planet. Therefore, if it was not a planet, I could not exist. But I do, so HA!
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Kevin: “I love watching Nazis get what they deserve.”
Kevin: “Members of nationalist socialist party conquered Europe through murder, torture, intimation, and terror. And that’s exactly what we’re gonna do to them.”
Me: “They conquered Europe through intimation…? What like through cuddling? Wrong nazi’s, dude.”
Me:THOSE DIRTY DAMN CUDDLING NAZIS.
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"Gardening is like playing hide-n-seek with vegetables."
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Kevin: "I love watching Nazis get what they deserve."
Kevin: "Members of nationalist socialist party conquered Europe through murder, torture, intimation, and terror. And that's exactly what we're gonna do to them."
Me: "They conquered Europe through intimation...? What like through cuddling? Wrong nazi's, dude."
THOSE DIRTY DAMN CUDDLING NAZIS.
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Rational thoughts from a religious skeptic. — Mark Twain
By theBEattitude
A God who could make good children as easily a bad, yet preferred to make bad ones; who could have made every one of them happy, yet never made a single happy one; who made them prize their bitter life, yet stingily cut it short; who gave his angels eternal happiness unearned, yet required his other children to earn it; who gave is angels painless lives, yet cursed his other children with biting miseries and maladies of mind and body; who mouths justice, and invented hell; mouths Golden Rules and foregiveness multiplied by seventy times seven, and invented hell; who mouths morals to other people, and has none himself; who frowns upon crimes, yet commits them all; who created man without invitation, then tries to shuffle the responsibility for man’s acts upon man, instead of honorably placing it where it belongs, upon himself; and finally, with altogether divine obtuseness, invites his poor abused slave to worship him!
- Mark Twain, The Mysterious Stranger
The Christian’s Bible is a drug store. Its contents remain the same; but the medical practice changes… The world has corrected the Bible. The church never corrects it; and also never fails to drop in at the tail of the procession — and take the credit of the correction. During many ages there were witches. The Bible said so. the Bible commanded that they should not be allowed to live. Therefore the Church, after eight hundred years, gathered up its halters, thumb-screws, and firebrands, and set about its holy work in earnest. She worked hard at it night and day during nine centuries and imprisoned, tortured, hanged, and burned whole hordes and armies of witches, and washed the Christian world clean with their foul blood.
Then it was discovered that there was no such thing as witches, and never had been. One does not know whether to laugh or to cry… There are no witches. The witch text remains; only the practice has changed. Hell fire is gone, but the text remains. Infant damnation is gone, but the text remains. More than two hundred death penalties are gone from the law books, but the texts that authorized them remain.
- Mark Twain, Bible Teaching and Religious Practice
We despise all reverences and all the objects of reverence which are outside the pale of our own list of sacred things. And yet, with strange inconsistency, we are shocked when other people despise and defile the things which are holy to us.
- Mark Twain, Following the Equator
It is plain that there is one moral law for heaven and another for the earth. The pulpit assures us that wherever we see suffering and sorrow which we can relieve and do not do it, we sin, heavily. There was never yet a case of suffering or sorrow which God could not relieve. Does He sin, then? If He is the Source of Morals He does — certainly nothing can be plainer than that, you will admit. Surely the Source of law cannot violate law and stand unsmirched; surely the judge upon the bench cannot forbid crime and then revel in it himself unreproached.
- Mark Twain, Fables of Man
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