Dear lurker “Ralph”,
I could have responded to your email with an email, but I get the impression that you’re just baiting me, and I figure I can reinforce my point by posting it here on the BHT. Out of respect for your privacy, I’ve changed your name, and I’m not going to quote from your email directly. I hope you understand what I mean when I say that I would do the same for anyone who emailed me in response to a post here, and that it has nothing to do with your opinions.
“Ralph,” I get literally thousands of emails each day. Some of them are from people who read the BHT. Others are related to more personal matters. There are apparently a large number of people concerned with the size of my genitalia and the firmness of my erection. There are many women who email me with offers of friendship, a casual encounter, marriage, offers of photographs of themselves in various states of undress, and descriptions of their private activities. Apparently, I have a substantial following in Nigeria, many of whom, hearing rumors of my financial situation, have graciously offered to assist me by allowing me to make certain bank transactions for them at a small profit.
And then there’s you, “Ralph.” You write me to register the opinion that my faith in Christ is indistinguishable from a child’s belief in fairy tales.
Help me out here, “Ralph.” Why do you read the BHT? I mean, it’s clear from your email that you hold the faith of those who participate here in utter contempt, and that you see Jesus as a purely mythological creature. You’re not going to be happy with much of what you read here on the BHT. At best, our theological discussion will seem like a sort of metaphysical circle-jerk to someone like you. (That’s not a veiled insult, by the way. It seems like that to me too at times.)
There are many other blogs on the Internet, “Ralph.” You could Google for “atheist blog” and find some of them. Or, you could just get some friends together, light some candles, read aloud from the latest “Savage Love” over at the Onion’s AV Club, and, um, discuss theology.
Please, “Ralph,” get a life. For your sake, and the sake of other people around you. Shower occasionally, get dressed, walk out of your parents’ basement, and breath fresh air. Who knows? You might actually find something more fulfilling in life than sending me insulting email. Which, by the way, is now officially a dead end for you; I’ve added your address to my blacklist, and won’t be reading anything more from you. I hope you’ll return the favor.