A Knock On My Door

I had a knock on my door the other day and discovered the ‘creationists’ were in town. I was presented with a book called the Bible and I  was informed that the Earth was no more than 5000 years old and the story of Genesis was undeniably true because it was the word of God.

Ever since I had a Mormon bloke come around many years ago, introducing himself as ‘Elder Berry’ (I found it funny but he didn’t), I have always liked to have a bit of harmless fun with these people. Now, please understand me, if you have a belief and/or faith, that is your right and I will fight for your right to have that faith but don’t expect me to welcome those beliefs when I was having such a peaceful morning minding my own business.

I simply asked if ‘Adam had a belly button?’ She was puzzled but said she presumed so. I then explained that he must have been born rather than created, you know, the umbilical cord and all that. I also asked how a whole race of billions of humans could have derived from just one couple. Apparently, the Bible doesn’t explain everything and I must have faith.

My faith was restored when she buggered off!

Since this episode, I have been searching for the answer to life, the universe and everything (I know it’s 42) and have at last found something worthy of my belief and faith. I have become a ‘Pastafarian’ and now worship The Flying Spaghetti Monster. It would appear that it is He who created the world and I am now glad I have been touched by his noodly appendages.

For more information please visit The Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, and for God’s sake please keep an open mind and accept the site for what it is.

I don’t have a problem with faith, but I do have a serious problem with organised religion. 20 people believing in some supernatural being is called a CULT, 20 million people believing in the same thing is called a RELIGION.

Question to most religions – Please explain where the fuck Dinasours come in to play.