A lengthy back and forth with David Robertson regarding that old christian chestnut about what evidence would convince me that his god was real finally resulted in me acceding to his whining and I offered what I thought was a genuine answer.
I thought this seemed a fair response and although I’m sure I would have myriad more questions for his god, it wouldn’t mean I would fall on my face and worship him, but on this demonstration I would probably accept that he created the universe.
And yet, after all his whining for me to answer the question regarding ”what evidence” this was Robertson’s response:
I suggested he should have sex and travel. I doubt that comment will see the light of day. ‘Tis a cross I willingly bear.
Fundamentalist Christians. Arseholes the lot of them.
Well, Liverpool won this evening … again!
Oh, and Happy Valentines Day.