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Another religion rant

Religion or belief does not make you a better person. Your heart, your mind and your compassion for others does. Being human does. Jesus must lurk in jails, prisons and behind sofas while Satan prefers hiding behind bushes and frequenting bars, apparently. Only an idiot would believe in and trust a person by their church attendance/involvement. If I told you how much further ahead in life I would be now if I had 'conformed' you'd poop yourself, that is, if you believed me, because I pity those who need religions skirts to hide under and hand to hold while they suck their thumbs and pretend to think for themselves, convince themselves they're thinking for themselves, but refuse to take off their sheep's wool out of fear and repression and pressure. I am accountable to myself, in the end. It's me and only me who has to live with what I do and say in this life.

The article that prompted these thoughts;
VA executes Woman 

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