What really happened BEFORE it rattled around in that moonbat brain for a while:
Gilligan was in the front yard with her 2 children, the Professor and Mary Ann when her next door neighbor came out with her two children. I don't usually like them to play together as she absolutely REFUSES to take those damn pictures of Jesus with the children that's hanging in her kids rooms and hide the Bibles. I'm an atheist and have NO INTENTION of exposing my children to Christianity. They even let their kids watch Veggie Tales. Talk about abuse! She doesn't even allow her children to consider other ideas. I try to tell them when they're over here playing with my kids that God doesn't exist but they just shrug their shoulders and run off to play. Stupid fundies!
Anyway, I started to walk in the house...they're always so ****ing happy it just pisses me off! She MUST be on drugs. NO ONE can be that happy with a criminal in the White House, our young people being killed by the thousands in an illegal war (no, I don't KNOW anyone who's served, let alone died but I HAVE read about them in the newspaper), global warming, and the terrible economy. Before I could rush the Professor and Mary Ann in the house, Mary Ann waved and asked them where they were going. Little Miss Fundy said, "We're going to Vacation Bible School!" I just rolled my eyes...another way to indoctrinate...that should be illegal. Seriously, the first amendment wasn't meant to be about God anymore than the second gives everyone permission to have a gun! The first amendment is about free speech and not having religion shoved in our face.
So, the Professor asks what that is. Little Fundy Son says, "It's where we do really fun stuff and learn about Jesus!" They actually INVITED my children to come! Well, that was my breaking point! I marched right over to the little brat, got in his face and said, "Listen you little ****ing Jesus freak, DO NOT preach to my kids! ****ing little fundy piece of shit!" Well, that stopped him in his tracks. He said, "I just thought they'd have fun playing games and stuff." I thought the little bastard was going to cry. So much for personal strength from God. So then his mother had to get in the middle. She had the nerve to tell me she'd appreciate it if I didn't swear in front of her 5 year old (yeah, keep the kids sheltered from real life). She told me a simple no would've been better than yelling at her son. I told her I don't care how old he is, I will not allow my children to be proselytized to. We live in the real world and I don't want them exposed to that religious crap.
She just put her kids in the car and left. Guess I left her speechless. Wonder why God didn't put words in her mouth if he's so real. I swear, I feel like I spend half my life getting Christians to shut up around my kids. Can't they figure out there are other points of view! Damn closed minded fundies!
Cindie
