* If you can't stand having your precious God being mock at. I suggest you fucking leave *
What I meant was my dad is a Taliban of his church but he isn't a jihad monger that has a closet full of explosive rigged clothing as his wardrobe.
So, let me rephrase the sentence again; my mum always said that my dad is like a Taliban.
A Taliban holds a fucking AK in one hand and raises his Quran in the other, while my dad holds a cigarette between his fingers in one hand and the bible on the other.
Can you imagine that hymns of worship to the fucking almighty and dangerous second hand smoke actually come out of that pie hole for half a century?
50 years, 30 sticks a day, look where it has landed him? If you wanna know, that's half a million sticks of cigarette.
I know he isn't proud of it but I can assure you that he fucking enjoyed every single drag of nicotine that went in his lung.
But I don't blame him for that because god fucking made us with this insatiable lust for self destruction.
We all have our own poison and most of us haven't really realized it until it is too late.
I fucking think God has a sick sense of humor almost sadistic. He gave us life only to watch us die. Why did he even create us in the first place?
No No No...
If you are gonna say that if we all confess our fucking sins to Jesus and do all the fucking bullshit the fucking bible says, we can go to heaven and spent our entire eternity praising God in heaven.
*to all Christians who is celebrating Easter today, I'm sorry for calling your most sacred book the fucking bible, it should be the Holy fucking Bible instead.*
Now, who in the fucking right mind would wanna spend a whole fucking eternity sucking God's cock in heaven? I would rather take my chances down in hell.
To some, they reckon religion teaches us to be all good and shit but did it ever occurred to you that the single most influential force that drives a person to kill another person is their religion.
No, it’s not Charlie Manson or Adolf Hitler but God who is the biggest murderer of all time.
So ask yourself this the next time you close your eyes and put your hands together or when you're holding your joss stick or while you're bend over and on your fucking knees. What the fuck are you doing? Why are you praying to the single most destructive entity ever known to men?
If you are going to say the holy fucking bible tells me so, I suggest you read some Dan Brown, now that's a motherfucker who knows history.
Anyway, Happy Easter & don't choke on your fucking eggs.