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Alas, Pat is certain they will be rolling out the red carpet for him.
I don't personally think there's a heaven or a hell - but people like Pat make me wish that there was at the very least some kind of "moment of total revelation" just after death. Y'know, some cosmic equivalent of receiving a grade, having the truth of your life revealed, just so people like Mr. Robertson can see how wrong they were before moving on to oblivion. (Pat's evil is too piddling to bother giving him an eternity of torment - okay, maybe a period of self-realizing torment equal to the number of years he appeared on TV. Give him complete enlightenment, then make him watch every broadcast he ever did. That'll do.)
My Dad sends Pat money. My Dad is a warm-hearted, generous and even brilliant guy. (He's a rocket scientist, literally.)but Pat makes sense to him. I bet he completely buys into the latest Patism, 'cause Dad sees demons everywhere. (If you get a headache, my Dad will lay his hands on your head and rebuke the demons of suffering in the name of Jesus. He's not boring, my Dad. I genuinely love him, but boy are we different.)He's fond of pointing out to me that if he's right (about the whole God thing), I will find out for myself when I die, whereas if I am right (about the whole atheism thing), then neither of us will know anything after we go. He's correct, of course. But the universe doesn't care.
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