I will bow to your pal up in the sky if you too to my god, Mr. Not, say hi.

I love you and your hate-spouting, utterly intolerant lovely little toad! Are you sure he is really the one and the only god? For, even an idiot could have done a better job, choosing a more sane little bugger off the road.

Just now my god Mr. NOT kicked your imaginary pal's butt! If you did not hear of it but I did, should we at least agree that we both are nuts!

I'm going to start a religion in the name of my pal up there, Mr. NOT. I am going to call it nuttism. All nuts are welcome. And by that I mean you all, following every other nutty ism.

Just like you silly bums, I have a personal sky god. I bow to him, as you do to your airy-fairy sod. He prefers I call him Mr. NOT.

Do your best, then chill. Thing happen as they will.

If you love God but hate His people, well then, you're not the Lord's people.

Truth is above any god, yours or mine.

Killing in the name of an imagined heaven leads all such silly sods straight to a real hell.