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Tropical Paradise of Hard Shelled Fruits / religious nutjobs
« on: Jun 13, 2006, 04:16:05 PM »
Have I mentioned this before?
There's these soapbox christians who stand on this same corner at least once a month, preaching about how everyone else is going to hell, usually with a megaphone.
I saw this one guy getting really angry at one of the guys, getting in his face and screaming and swearing at the preachers and getting red faced.
Obviously angry behavior like that will just make them feel like they are right, that they are better than mr. angry man and they need to save people like mr. angry man from the devil. They'd probably do it anyway, but the few people who agree with them, combined with the people who scream at them, inflate their egos and make them think they're doing the right thing.
But what should I do? Should I debate with them and show them where they're wrong, or not even bother, because it would be like talking to someone with Alzheimer's?
There's these soapbox christians who stand on this same corner at least once a month, preaching about how everyone else is going to hell, usually with a megaphone.
I saw this one guy getting really angry at one of the guys, getting in his face and screaming and swearing at the preachers and getting red faced.
Obviously angry behavior like that will just make them feel like they are right, that they are better than mr. angry man and they need to save people like mr. angry man from the devil. They'd probably do it anyway, but the few people who agree with them, combined with the people who scream at them, inflate their egos and make them think they're doing the right thing.
But what should I do? Should I debate with them and show them where they're wrong, or not even bother, because it would be like talking to someone with Alzheimer's?

). When I said one of the things I would miss about MI would be my friends, he asked if my friends did stuff for me like he did, like give me money to pay off legal fees or help me find a job, as if my friends owed me shit. He said that my use of "wishy washy" words like maybe, perhaps, supposedly was childish. He felt I was immature because I didn't have any concrete goals for 5-10 years in the future like a proper businessman, that I should know exactly where I'm going and I should work my ass off to get there. He even bought me a bunch of "success" books from a guy named Stephen Covey.
Suprised there were still copies, expected them to be all bought by legions of fanboys and Sephiroth fangirls.