... is a world where I'd have as little to do as possible with both.
I can't decide which is worse; a fundamentalist trying to convert me or an atheist trying to do the same thing. I've had to suffer both lately.
They're both so anxious to get me to see the light, and they both quote the Bible at me.
And they're both so damn mean, hostile, and repulsive when I don't respond the way they expect.
And then there's dealing with all those damn supercilious clergy on the comment threads on Thinking Anglicans. I've decided to give that blog up for Lent, and maybe Easter too.
Maybe I should just tell folks that I'm agnostic, "I dunno.." It's partially true.
Then there's the tactic that my old Pakistani friend in St. Louis used to pull on doorbell evangelists:
"I go to Paradise if I kill infidels like you!" and then he would give them a look, shut the door, and get a beer out of the fridge. He had the look to bring that off. I don't.