I'm still amazed at the number of people in the world today who fall for this god crap.  I wonder if anyone's taken the time to figure out how many wars have begun becuse of religion.  Or how many people have died because of it.  The numbers would likely be astronomical. 

I once thought it might be a good idea to give my son a basic knowledge of the bible, simply because there are still so many references to it in day-to-day life.  So I went out and bought a hardcover, "Bible Stories for Children".  The title implies that it'd be okay for children to read it.  I beg to differ.

The routine was one story/night before bed.  At about the third story I gave up and told him to disregard all he'd heard from that book.  The basic jist of it was that some guy heard a  voice telling him to climb a mountain with his son and kill him.  Without hesitation, the guy took his son up the mountain, and as he was about to kill him, like right at the point where the kid realizes his Dad's about to off 'im, the voice comes back and says something like, " Okay, you've proven your faith to me, so now just go kill that goat instead.  Your son can live."

Maybe I'm a little off, but it seems to me that anyone who listens to voices telling him to kill people, especially his own son, is more than just a little wacko and should be dealt with immediately in whatever fashion would best protect the general public.  And if god is so great and loving, where does he get off telling some schmo to kill his kid?  And if the story were true and that kid actually climbed the mountain that day, how twisted would he have been for like the rest of his life after realizing that the voices in his Dad's head meant more to him than his own son?   So much more, in fact, that he was willing to kill the boy at the whim of a disembodied verbal suggestion.  Nice bedtime fodder for an eight year old boy.

Since that disturbing escapade, I've vowed not to impress anything upon my son, for whatever reason, that I don't or can't believce myself.  Far too many people these days are completely willing to accept the word of some drunk, choir-boy-molesting televangelist over basic facts and rational thought.  Not this cat.  Besides, I've got about 27 thousand other things to do on a Sunday morning. 

Keep on tellin' it like it is. 

V****