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I just came back to civilization from a week in hell (a.k.a. Boaz, Alabama) to attend a court hearing in which I've been trying to get more summer visitation with my children. I'll have to post more on that later. Things did not go well.

 

While there, I was stuck driving behind a pick-up truck with these words in the rear window:

 

"Who is your Shepherd?"

 

I grated my teeth and fought the urge to pull up next to him at the next light, roll down my window and say, "Sorry fella. I don't need a shepherd. I'm not a sheep."

 

I hate the deep south. Sorry to any of you who are southerners. Nothing personal, just a lifetime of hellish experience.

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If you think it's bad in December, don't visit in August. It's literally Hell then. :P

 

Living down here and being a nontheist isn't easy, though, I agree...not by any stretch of the imagination. People don't ask you if you go to church, they ask where.

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If you think it's bad in December, don't visit in August. It's literally Hell then. :P

 

Living down here and being a nontheist isn't easy, though, I agree...not by any stretch of the imagination. People don't ask you if you go to church, they ask where.

 

Yep. I lived the majority of my life in the south. I was ecstatic when I joined the Navy and got to leave. I did end up back there after the Navy though. Went through phase two of my Christian life (post back-sliding) there. Married poorly, had kids, lost my faith for the final time, got divorced, left again.

 

I go back regularly to visit my children, and I hate being there even a day. Religion is an inescapable facet of life there. If it wasn't for that, the south would be wonderful ( aside from the hell of August)!

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I used to be a shepherd. Literally. I had several sheep for which I was responsible. I don't think I need a shepherd.

 

But I identify with the "grating your teeth" bit. I find it difficult to travel through the area where I spent most of my religious life. The abuse is so pervasive and just becomes part and parcel of the very air you breathe.

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Shit like the bumper stickers do not bother me...

 

Like the guy whose daughters are in Beastie's grade and classes. Cat runs around with a T-shit, err, shirt, that states in part "I work on Commission,. the "Great Commission", the rest of shirt is fulla Jebuz bullshit.

 

Cat looks strung out on crack and when close to him gives off a dangerous vibe, like his in right on the bitter strung out edge of snapping.

 

Look at those kind sheep with pity, knowing their entire lives are going to be one of being "taken care of" and "pastured" by the wolves who tend them..

 

Once mind is cleared of pity their piety is sickening and a sham well worth laughing at.

 

kFL

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I live in the South, but I have lived in many other places - having been military for six years and a musician for several years after that. I have lived in Chicago, Miami, Kansas City, Los Angeles, Houston, Nashville, and other places not so famous. I have traveled to many other places where I stayed only a few weeks or a couple of months. All had good stuff and stuff you had to watch out for.

 

I live in Mississippi now, and sure, it's kind of retarded. But it has good stuff, too. The thing is, if you move - be sure you don't take the bad shit with you when you go.

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