I see the in tray is full again …
In case this elementary concept flew past you in your eagerness to subject us to more tiresome ad hominem, we regard your cartoon lava Auschwitz and its horned Kommandant as being every bit as fictional as your cartoon magic man. But we’re used to seeing your ilk try to demonise and “other” us, by erecting the flatulently risible assertion that our rejection of manifest mythological fabrication is purportedly the product of us being “decieved” by another imaginary entity. This is merely another blatant ad hominem, erected to distract from the fact that you and all the other mythology fanboys have ZERO evidence for your cartoon magic man. Oh, and I’m still waiting for you to address that embarrassment for your mythology and its cartoon magic man, centred upon those coloured sticks, which you will doubtless keep running away from like the moral and intellectual coward that you are.
Only in the television in your head.
Seriously, you’re a devotee of the Rapture Retard nonsense?
Bring your brain out of the 10th century and into the 21st.
And so many of your ilk derive such a sick thrill from the thought of this, don’t they?
Bullshit.
Apparently you’re unaware of the fact, that the requisite part of Revelation (namely Chapter 7) explicitly states that the people who will be supposedly “raptured” (to use your cretinously infantile term) will be, wait for it, 144,000 Jewish males. Specifically, 12,000 from each of the 12 tribes of Israel.
Once again, it seems that we know your mythology better than you do. But this doesn’t surprise me, given that mythology fanboys like you have a habit of making shit up when you haven’t looked at the parts your “pastors” point you at.
Sigh. Shove your nasty little ad hominem back into the same stinking rectal passage you pulled it from.
Once again, stop lying. Oh wait, even your own mythology castigates you for lying in this pathetic fashion. Heard of the Ninth Commandment, have you?
Oh, by the way, in case you never learned this basic fact in biology classes, even those whose lifestyles involve none of the activities you dredged up as part of your verminous little ad hominem, are going to die. Humans have finite lifespans. Indeed, even molecules that are vital for our life processes are slowly killing us. Oxygen, a vital respiratory gas, without which we will last three minutes, oxidises molecules it shouldn’t once it enters our bodies, including DNA strands, and the cumulative damage over time eventually overwhelms us. Glucose, a vital source of energy for our life processes, reacts with molecules it shouldn’t once it enters our bodies, resulting in such phenomena as diabetic retinopathy and atherosclerosis. I can point to several other vital metabolic molecules and demonstrate that they too are two-edged swords in this regard.
For that matter, the sunlight that is a vital source of energy for the biosphere, and which enables us to manufacture vitamin D analogues in our skin on sunny days, also triggers the formation of malignant melanoma.
We’re here for a finite time, and once that finite time is up, we’re worm food. No amount of masturbating your Internet mouth about a cartoon magic man from a goat herder mythology, is going to change this basic fact.
Poppycock.
First of all, the artists in question lived in an era when failing to make the right noises about your imaginary cartoon magic man, led to them being barbecued in public by murderous mythology fanboys. The only reasons many of them even bothered with this subject matter, were [1] because the church at that time was a rich, influential patron, and usually got what it paid for, and [2] many artists couldn’t afford to turn down the pay cheques. Though the fun part is, even though much of the art commissioned by the church at that time was parochial and derivative, every now and again it gave genuine talents a chance to shine, albeit with some potentially dangerous strings attached.
For example, I’m aware of the manner in which one Bartolomé Esteban Murillo, took considerable risks with his naturalistic depictions of various holy figures, in an era when the Spanish Inquisition was entering a particularly bloody phase. Just two years before Murillo’s death, the Spanish Inquisition organised an auto da fe in Madrid, which is covered in more detail here, which indicates graphically the dangerous times Murillo lived in.
It’s a testament to both his skill and his courage, that he managed to avoid being turned into a Roman Candle through his virtuoso execution of his subject matter, which also included a level of human warmth absent from so many other religious paintings.
That’s two advantages we have over you and your ilk - first, we possess proper substantive knowledge, of a sort that you are incapable of even fantasising about, and second, we possess normal human warmth and empathy, which has been utterly destroyed in many mythology fanboys, courtesy of their preference for doctrine over reality. Indeed, I’m minded to recall that one Storm Jameson paid particular attention to the latter phenomenon, in her preface to my copy of The Diary of Anne Frank.
As for the rest of your sanctimonious panhandling, once again, shove it.
… Please, do tell, what is this “shame” word of which you speak?
