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Okay! All you people on my facebook here... all of you, every single one of you is precious and valuable. All of us deserve care, hope, dignity, respect, basic human rights... we are all so very precious. Life is rare and delicate... so easy to lose.

When I rant against god... It's not that I don't want you to have a god or to feel connected to something beyond yourself. Some gods and religions come with the idea of Original Sin (Okay, really only Christianity comes with that idea)... that tells you that you are covered in sin and unacceptable to god, unworthy of love from the moment you are born. Christianity has a god that kills off populations because they make him angry, kills first born sons as a threat, sends invading armies into other people's lands and tells them to kill everyone, and the way he gets around Original Sin, which he himself set up in the first place, is to kill himself/his son, who had become human... human sacrifice is a crime.

Such a god is not worthy of you. George Bush would make a better god.

You are so much more precious than any god that wants a blood sacrifice. You are beautiful and full of life, creativity and innovation, and you can do anything you want. Few people really want to hurt others.

For life's sake, don't tell little children that they are too sinful and horrible to be looked at by god until they accept Jesus...are washed in the blood of the lamb. Tell them they are precious and they live in a world that they are making.

The world is too crowded for an angry and violent god.

Do no harm.

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