I work at a bank as a teller. There's a guy who comes to my branch every few weeks and at the end of every transaction he asks the teller who's helping him who their favorite celebrity is. In any case he always ends up leaving the teller with one of these. From the same people who brought us the new Kurt Cameron of Way of the Master Fame.
I consider myself the levelheaded and tolerant type - but I don't take kindly to having strangers tell me that if I don't believe what they believe their imaginary friend is going to torture me for eternity. I haven't assisted this customer in a while, but I'm certain I'd be pissed that the next time I do wont be able to tell him to shove his tract up his ass.
On a related note, I'd like to ask these fire-and-brimstone types how they get to sleep at night. They must have had friends who didn't accept god in the way they deemed acceptable. It would seriously fuck me up if I believed a friend of mine was being subjected to unending torture every moment until eternity. So I wonder how they handle it.
I consider myself the levelheaded and tolerant type - but I don't take kindly to having strangers tell me that if I don't believe what they believe their imaginary friend is going to torture me for eternity. I haven't assisted this customer in a while, but I'm certain I'd be pissed that the next time I do wont be able to tell him to shove his tract up his ass.
On a related note, I'd like to ask these fire-and-brimstone types how they get to sleep at night. They must have had friends who didn't accept god in the way they deemed acceptable. It would seriously fuck me up if I believed a friend of mine was being subjected to unending torture every moment until eternity. So I wonder how they handle it.