Rosio Pavoris

There’s something profoundly frightening about the type of person who takes a story about all life on Earth (except for a violent drunk and his dysfunctional family and the handful of critters they take with them on their boat) drowning in a catastrophical global flood brought on by a spiteful god, and tells it to his children as a happy story about happy animals and a loving God and his promise of a pretty, pretty rainbow to a happy Noah and his happy, happy family.

Or who tells stories about their god turning rivers to blood, inflicting disease on livestock and unhealable boils on people, bringing plagues of frogs, lice, flies, and locusts, bringing down a rain of fire, and killing all of a nation’s first-born, while maintaining that said god is “Love and Mercy”.

Or who takes the message that all unbelievers should be shunned and hated and will burn in Hell for all eternity, and by the way so will believers unless they’re really, really good, but that’s impossible since we’re all filthy, sinful wastes of flesh, and calls it Good News.

But no, religion is not a mental illness, and suggesting it is is hyperbole and we’re all big meanies for doing it.

(Based on this comment, which also makes a good point with regards to abstinence-only education. And if you think Christianity is the only religion this applies to, or this is the worst of it, you’re deluding yourself.)