This post will contain profanity and will piss off one person in particular, at whom it is directed. It is up to that person to decide if they want to reveal who they are in my comments. If you don’t call yourself out, no one hardly anyone will know it’s you.

I will bash religion in this post. And it will be littered with the F word.

I am so fucking sick of you assuming that any and every thing my husband writes is directed at you and/or your religion.

I know that he loves to push our buttons. You never see him posting comments in regards to [gold standard to whom everyone else is now held up to]’s posts. He loves to fight (with us).

You go out of your way to find his posts and/or comments offensive so that you can justify how much you hate him.

My husband has his own thoughts and opinions. I do not police his thoughts; it’s not my place to do so as he is his own person. (I don’t want him policing my thoughts.) And, as he and I pay for our many domain names and host our sites on our computer at home, we are free to say whatever the fuck we want to. You have the option of not reading it. And if it’s a post I have authored that you know darn well he has an opinion on and that you know you will disagree with, save yourself the hassle and don’t read it. Don’t re-read it. Don’t let it fester until you have a nasty email to send to me, or post to publish at your own blog (I didn’t think that lovely post you published yesterday was directed at us until you followed up with an email last night).

The comment(s) you emailed me about were not directed at you. I can’t be certain, but based on how I review comments on this little blog, I don’t think sherlock pays the least bit of attention to who posts comments, just what the comments say. See, we tend to read the comments logged into the blog, and as such, we tend to ignore whomever wrote it. After all, I don’t care who comments, just what the content of the comment is. I understand why you think the comment(s) in question were directed at you, since they were of an opposing view point to your comment(s), but to just assume that sherlock is attacking you directly is nonsense. You’re just looking for further justification for your loathe-one-another feelings toward my husband.

You say sherlock never attacks the things other Christians write. Do you frequent all the blogs he frequents and monitor his comments there? Clearly you don’t frequent the same sites we frequent, including [gold standard to whom everyone else is now held up to]’s blog(s). I know you don’t hear debates we have. You have merely decided that he is always 100% out to belittle you and your precious religious beliefs.

You never speak to my husband (on the phone or in person). You barely know the man. And you have expressed very little interest in getting to know him. That’s fine. All that matters is that I love, treasure, cherish, and (dare I say it) worship him. I don’t give a rats ass about what the rest of you people think of my husband. He’s mine to love, and you can kiss my ass if you love or hate him.

If you don’t like him, that is your choice. But you’re grasping at straws trying to justify why you don’t like him. You desperately need something to help boost your Christian beliefs, because your God taught you to “love one another” and all that jazz, so hating my husband creates a conflict within you. If you can find justification for hating my husband, you jump all over it and wallpaper your kitchen with it.

Maybe, just maybe (I can’t be sure) this is just another hypocritical example of Christianity that is keeping my husband from having any interest in getting to know your God. And maybe you should spend less time trying to alienate him if you really, truly want him to get to know the God you worship. Or maybe you never meant it when you once wrote to me about how much you wish I would take an interest in my husband’s immortal soul and how you wish he would come to know Jesus as his savior. It certainly seems like you’re more about keeping a nice layer of hostility between you two than you are about letting the Love of God shine through you.

(And maybe your attitude does very little to convince me to find my way back to God.)

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