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112. I Largely Agree My Fellow Freedom Lover!

I, the love of my life, and our daughter are the only members of our families that escaped the Abrahamic blood cult of 'Christ' in which we were reared.

All the rest of our family members are firmly embroiled within the construct of their delusional malevolence.
All the rest of our family members are Y'all Qaeda Nat-Cs.

I was reared and groomed to be in the position that Mike Johnson is today.
We were reared and inculcated within the same type of delusional malevolence, a.k.a. Nat-C depravity.

We remain grateful each and every day for our escape.
Reason is our 'god
Doubt is our 'savior'.

Although escape is truly rare that does not discredit the value of the individuals that are the 'Darwin Award Winning' Nat-C fascists.

Each one is someone's mother, father, brother, sister, aunt, uncle, child, etc....
So while I do understand your sentiment, I'm exceptionally pleased that Meidas has reached even a sliver of those individuals.

One of those individuals that makes their escape just might end up being one of my relatives or friend one day.

I place hope and 'prayers' in the same stinking crock of delusional shit.
I do however desire that others make their escape.

It changed my life completely...

I wrote a series of songs between 10 - 18 years ago as I fought for each of us to finally make that complete escape.

Here's an excerpt from one of them. It is truly next to impossible to escape delusion once one is firmly embroiled within it. I and mine are some of the rare exceptions.

Stark raving sober the man said to me,
I hate my life daily, I'd be grateful to be,
In somebody's presence, that might understand,
The 'son of god' of the suffering man...

Give up your suicidal sainthood
Don't multiply pain
All you 'sanctified sinners'
'Hymned' in by shame

If your father's forgiveness
Needs blood for the plan...
Wash in the son of your god's...
Not the suffering man's...

Cause there's no easy way when you're a hardcore believer
And you trust in the schemes of the fools and the dreamers
When jubilant elation meets ultimate sorrow
Catastrophe's joy could take decades to swallow

A sip at time, was all I could stand...
But only with lime and salt on my hand
A lick and a swallow
And maybe tomorrow
I could learn how to be free...

Free, free...
Of this undying love of the hardcore believers
The unshakeable faith in the fools and the dreamers
The 'holy' devotion to 'sins of the ages'...