Too long to be a comment
Is all this supposed to be some sort of negative comment directed my way?

Sure, I used to be that person you're referred to and remember, but that's not who I am anymore.  People change.  A step further, people get smarter.  They evolve, and that's what I did.  I used to worship God, go to church all the time and believe and all that.  And now I don't. 

You may not believe me, but I knew I was an agnostic/atheist before I was even in high school.  So, for a while I did convince myself through whatever means that I did believe wholeheartedly in Christianity, but I stopped lying to myself and now I'm where I'm at.  I still believe in some of the tenants and teachings of Jesus, he was a swell guy.

But I'm not ashamed about anything I've done in regard to how my spiritual/religious attitudes have changed. I want to repeat that, because it bears repeating:  I am not ashamed.  I changed, I didn't know it was a crime to change your opinions about things.

And it quite honestly makes me angry to think that you can point this out as if it somehow nullifies my arguments I made.  Maybe I shouldn't have called the Pope a nazi sympathizer, that's a little drastic.  But the core of this post was about how full of shit the catholic church is and how they're getting away with murder while the mormon 'cult' is raided and invaded like it was a Taliban outpost, armed to the teeth with weapons and explosives.

I'm more inclined to agree with what Courtney said about religion being a fraud and god being truth.  So perhaps that's where I should have qualified my statements about all this.  I'm not specifically attacking the spirituality, beliefs, and/or ideas of Christianity, I'm attacking the vile, horrible people who use those ideas as a costume to go parading around doing whatever their evil, selfish hearts desire.  Which is the point that Cap'n made.  So we're in fact in agreement.  I suppose my complete frustration and anger about this whole thing clouded my clarity. 

Hell, we'll make this story-time while we're at it.  I know this isn't credible evidence or anything, and I know nobody would substantiate me, or agree with me, but in my way I can prove that there is no god, or at least that he isn't listening or doesn't care or whatever you want.  I remember being in 8th grade, I remember first getting into death metal, finding out about bands who had very satanic themed songs and imagery and all that, then my parents finding out that I'd been doing this, then them explicitly taking away my music and telling me I could not, would not, cannot listen to that stuff anymore.  I remember my dad telling me how that stuff was evil, how it would destroy my life.  I remember being dragged to church for years and years, when all the time I was dreaming about other things that could have gotten me somewhere; dreaming about football, or watching new movies I hadn't seen, playing outside, discovering the world and all such.

My father and God were a team, bent on molding me into a good a decent person; an upright, righteous, pious, respectable man.  Well that team's been split up for quite sometime.  My father doesn't believe in God anymore, he might still go to church every week, and he might go to their little social events and all that. but when I look in his eyes I can tell if God was a cockroach on the floor he would stomp him out like a verminous piece of trash.  I don't know what made it happen; if he feels he was betrayed, if he got too tired and old to keep going, or if he just simply did like I did and put all the pieces together and saw what is really there.  Or, more appropriately, not there. 

It's in my genes to question god anyway you look at it.  Authority figures are total bullshit to me, always have been always will be.  No one, no thing rules me.  Especially not imaginary friends.