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Wednesday, June 30
A CASE AGAINST BELIEVING (FOR NOW)
For me, for you, dawg, religion is a little pitchy, dawg.
If my understanding of the concept of a god is solid, it's that he's one really nice fucking dude with an infinite supply of wisdom, forgiveness, and understanding, right?
So my logic has brought me to this: If I live a life without believing a word of religion all the while denying the existence of a god all the while living an honest life, providing for my family, and being a nice guy to everyone, why would God--should he exist--deny my entry into the positive afterlife?
If God is as forgiving and understanding as all his Twitter followers believe him to be, then I should get a golden free pass on the basis that God COMPLETELY understands my conflict in the mortal world with HAVING THE BALLS TO CALL THE BLUFF ON IDEOLOGICAL HEGEMONY.
In fact, God wouldn't just be forgiving; he'd be impressed.
So I guess what I'm trying to say is this: I don't think God is a religious person.
I think it'd be funny if it turns out God is a dog.
"It's like I am what my name is backwards!" Or not.
Me and God would kick it. I bet he likes gay beers, though.
GOD: Hey, Hugo, can you get me a drink?Are You There, God? It's Me, Todd Packer, Ya Gay Boy! Coming soon on FX.
HUGO: Yeah. ...What the fuck, God. All you have is MGD 64.
GOD: Gotta drop the L-B's, brah.
HUGO: You're such a douchebag. Oh my god.
HUGO: You Netflix'd Season 3 of Gilmore Girls?
GOD: IT'S A GOOD SHOW! What's the big deal...
HUGO: ...THAT MEANS YOU'VE SEEN SEASON ONE AND TWO. HAHA OMFG WHAT A FUCKING DORK.