A load o' posh.
I remember back when I was in fifth grade or so, our teacher had two middle aged ladies from the local church come visit. After they'd spilled the beans on the crackpot theories they call a religion and forced us to partake in their mental rituals such as singing songs and symbolic cannibalism, we're handed our god-given right to ask questions.

I raise my hand.

Something like "Why should we believe in a fairy tale like god that's obviously fake?" escaped my mouth.

The ladies were flabberghasted and our teacher told me off, but dad was proud when he heard!
(Linusmartensson, Tue 24 Mar 2009, 0:44, Reply)