A Lesson in Imbecilitude

If you scroll down a bit to my previous post, you'll see what motivated this one. Mr. Casey Pollack (a.k.a. jesusmarine2005) admitted in one statement that he was "new to the Christian thing", but as you'll see he learned to shit fire and brimstone pretty quickly. Also, he is what Plato would refer to as the Form "Ignorance", and perhaps that is no coincidence.

That Flying Spaghetti Monster thing got me thinking about the divide between the religious folks I like and the ones I don't particularly fancy, and it's not just a matter of extremism. I find that it mostly depends on how much of a novelty faith is in that person's life.

I enjoy hanging out with the people to whom their religion is like a spouse of 10 years. They know a lot of what's wrong with it and a lot of what's great about it. They question why they're with it sometimes, but overall they're glad to have found it. Their faith brings them comfort and not frenzy. Love and passion, but never more of the latter. I know that over half of all American marriages end in divorce, but just humor me, here.

Born-agains, on the other hand, are oftentimes more in love with their faith, disregarding rational thought and outward awareness for the squall of emotion that comes with the sudden desire to be saved. Feeling that they found Christ is, as I've had it described to me, like finding their soulmate. Except that instead of encouraging friends and strangers "get out there and find yours!" born-agains say, "you must have mine and mine only." Naturally, the only other people who can stand them are those who are also "in love".

Let's just say that Mr. Powell's online detractors and myself are not, and that's made most of the difference.