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Tell us your stories of churches and religion (or lack thereof). Let the smiting begin!
Question suggested by Supersonic Electronic
( , Thu 19 Mar 2009, 15:00)
Tell us your stories of churches and religion (or lack thereof). Let the smiting begin!
Question suggested by Supersonic Electronic
( , Thu 19 Mar 2009, 15:00)
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Psycho Religious Woman
What is it about religion attracting class A psychos?
Anyway, when i were a nipper (probably 6 or 7), there was this yearly thing that used to happen each summer. It was called "The Castle of Adventure". 'That sounds cool' you think, as you would as a 6/7 year old. However, it wasn't a castle, and there was no adventure. It was a large big top tent with various activities run by some christian-flavoured religious fundamentalists. They'd draw you in with the organised group games, and then trap you while they preached to you and made you sing hymns.
The parents loved it. They got rid of their little terrors for a few hours every weekend and the clincher - they ran minibuses that would come round and pick the kids up.
So, i was in said minibus on the way home from some barely-disguised religious indoctrination, when the rear doors of the bus flew open as it was driving (it was a transit-style van with benches along the sides). A couple of us, including myself, almost fell out of the back, under the following traffic.
"Oh my god!" i exclaimed as the religious nutter woman who was tasked with keeping us under control managed to wrestle the doors closed again.
With face like thunder, she turned to 6 year old me, as my heart thumped from having narowly escaped death or lifelong disfigurement, and grasped me by my shoulders, shaking me roughly.
"Do not take the lord's name in vain!" she spat.
Quite incredible - where do they find these people?
( , Fri 20 Mar 2009, 17:09, Reply)
What is it about religion attracting class A psychos?
Anyway, when i were a nipper (probably 6 or 7), there was this yearly thing that used to happen each summer. It was called "The Castle of Adventure". 'That sounds cool' you think, as you would as a 6/7 year old. However, it wasn't a castle, and there was no adventure. It was a large big top tent with various activities run by some christian-flavoured religious fundamentalists. They'd draw you in with the organised group games, and then trap you while they preached to you and made you sing hymns.
The parents loved it. They got rid of their little terrors for a few hours every weekend and the clincher - they ran minibuses that would come round and pick the kids up.
So, i was in said minibus on the way home from some barely-disguised religious indoctrination, when the rear doors of the bus flew open as it was driving (it was a transit-style van with benches along the sides). A couple of us, including myself, almost fell out of the back, under the following traffic.
"Oh my god!" i exclaimed as the religious nutter woman who was tasked with keeping us under control managed to wrestle the doors closed again.
With face like thunder, she turned to 6 year old me, as my heart thumped from having narowly escaped death or lifelong disfigurement, and grasped me by my shoulders, shaking me roughly.
"Do not take the lord's name in vain!" she spat.
Quite incredible - where do they find these people?
( , Fri 20 Mar 2009, 17:09, Reply)
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