© Bruce Goodman 26 May 2015
Trevor couldn’t stand those Christian fundamentalists who every now and then came knocking at his door. Pushing their opinions on others, that’s all they were doing. They wouldn’t take no for an answer.
It was impossible to have a reasonable discussion with them. They just wanted to preach in his face. He hated the illogicality of it all. Why can’t they be reasonable?
The next ones that come he’ll get his shotgun and blow their bloody irrational heads off.
Weave a Web 
Why am I laughing? I shouldn’t be laughing.
(By the way, I have a poem in my blog archives about this, entitled “Armageddon Lesson.” But it’s a lot more laid back.)
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Thank you… I’m heading over to find the eschatological (my autocorrect keeps changing that word to scatological) lesson!
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😀 Illogically, I kinda know how Trevor feels!
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I must admit I find it hard to be polite!
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chic chic boom
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LOL Let’s pull the trigger together. As I saw on a number plate (vanity plate) in North Carolina – “For God and Guns”!
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We don’t even answer the door anymore. Or the phone. You can’t reach us unless we know you’re coming!
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Hospitality is getting ruined by salespeople and over-enthusiastic enthusiasts!
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