Last night, while surfing the Internet, I came across a Youtube segment from the short-lived Richard Pryor Show from the mid-1970's that I had dimly remembered from my childhood. From there, I clicked on another Richard Pryor video from the show wherein Richard makes a startling discovery about ancient Egypt.
After watching the segment, I read some of the comments that previous viewers posted in response to the video. One commenter, going by the name of nukecat (profile in the link), wrote "sorry to spoil all of your fun, but jews arent black and they are gods choosen (sic) people, not blacks."
I felt the need to spoil his fun, and informed him that "The Jews are not God's "chosen people" and the god of the Bible does not exist." To be honest, it was intended as a drive-by comment, and I wasn't looking to get into a debate.
Then, when I checked my e-mails a short while ago, I found that I got not one, but two responses from nukecat.
In a message received at 10:30 P.M. last night, nukecat responded with these insightful words:
sorry to say that your (sic) wrong
you dont know what the fuck your (sic) talking about
Apparently, that was not enough for him, because I received the next message from him at 10:42 P.M., in which he charitably informed me:
i hope you burn in hell asshole
its sad..you look intelligent ...but looks are deceiving
what miserable life you must lead without god
It never ceases to amuse me how some people assume that being an atheist means living a miserable life. To be honest, I am astonished at times about how good my life has turned out. It seems to me that if anyone has a miserable life, it must be nukecat. He doesn't bother to offer any factual information as to why he is right and I am wrong, and instead resorts to vulgarities and wishing me eternal suffering. If my life is miserable, then what does that make his?