passing the holy buck


So, lots of things annoy me.

I know this.  You know this.

There aren’t many things that annoy me MORE, however, than those who use their faith to justify something that has no justification.

“God told me to do it.”

There are the big ones, of course.  War.  Murder.  Racism.  Sexism.

But the little one’s still have the power to PISS.  ME.  RIGHT.  OFF.

Letting God take the rap for your [bonehead] decisions is saying, “I can’t support my choices with logical, thoughtful discourse, so I’m just going to pass the buck to The Creator.  This relieves me of all earthly accountability, makes you feel guilty for questioning what I’m calling His Plan, and gets everyone OFF MY FRICKIN BACK ALREADY!”

You know, that’s funny, ’cause God and I are pretty tight and He’s been telling me pretty much the opposite.

That means that one of us is wrong.

As I’m pretty secure in my own self-righteousness, I must conclude then that you are at best misunderstanding God’s message and at worst manipulating said message for your own personal, and far-less Godly gain.

Either way, stop talking out of your ass.

You’re making me [and God] look bad.


About Angela

My name is Angela. I am a 28 year old psych and criminology graduate, but I'd rather not diagnose you. I am a cuddle-slut. I can recite the entire script of The Princess Bride, (including accents) and believe that the meaning of life is contained within. Polyanna, commercials, and Oprah 'reunion shows' make me cry. I can whistle and hum at the same time, but I cannot touch my toes. I am an expert in both listening and talking. I look good in orange. I am a writer. I kick ass in Gin, Hearts, and Cribbage but I don't understand Canasta or Bridge. I can be heard singing Broadway numbers from my shower, and have dressed up as a viking princess, (complete with aluminum foil breast plate) The Phantom of the Opera, and a Ghostbuster for Hallowe'en. I have a bird named Bean. I have a brother named Adam. They are not related. I like vanilla body lotion, peanut butter, saunas, Jim Carrey, broccoli, pets,, Muppets, Kevin Smith, Corelle dishes, dry erase white-boards, Barenaked Ladies, Philosophy, the letter J, Harry Potter, picture frames, swimming, quilting, Michael Moore, genealogy, Raggedy Anne, tacky 50's tchotchke, 'Idiot's Complete Guide To' books, tweezers, feather pillows, polar dips, aquariums, Martin Luther King Jr., and Dr. Pepper. I don't like meat, gossips, cooked carrots, American Idol, mosquitoes, sweating, politics, public washrooms, tardiness, tuition, hunting, pat answers, pick up lines, brown bananas, cliches, pine scented air freshener, Kevin Costner, bacon, candied apples, pro-wrestling, humidity, and hypocrisy. Books I've read recently The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy, The Dark Tower, When Nietzsche Wept, What's So Amazing About Grace?, Catcher in the Rye, Not Wanted On the Voyage, The Red Tent, The Little Prince, The Way the Crow Flies, Slaughterhouse-Five, The Poisonwood Bible, The Fall, The Knot of Vipers, Calculating God, The Chrysalids, Sick Puppy, Nineteen Eighty-Four, Franny and Zooey, The Brothers Karamazov, and jPod. I am slightly neurotic. No I'm not. Yes I am.

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