You don’t need to work hard at discrediting a person who discredits themselves. Bill Minich is a man who invokes God’s word as a means to discredit people like me who use The Holy Scriptures as a conduit to Christ’s Salvation. He despises religion and treats the scriptures with such revulsion, yet he appeals to them and uses them as if they suddenly have meaning or principles. Thus he gets to walk on both sides of the fence with a fence post sticking out of his brokeback mountain backside.
Here’s a little truth Bill will never understand: In this act he obliterates his integrity. It is the height of hypocrisy: Something he claims and complains conservatives and evangelicals do with amazing consistency. It’s so easy to point to others immorality when you don't have morals yourself. Well, thats Bill all over. He's "easy."
Interesting his Facebook Page has a picture of the "School House Rock" Bill. In this jingle "Bill" sings "I hope and pray that I will but today I am still just a bill." Now explain to me why a man who attacks Christians would choose such a picture to represent his "too ugly for a camera to produce" face. You don't pray Bill, you just prey on Christians.
It's called facebook Bill. Not con book or fag book or both ways book or stool sample book.
I swear if he had a brain he'd just quiver on the floor like a bowl of jello on a bad Japanese morning.
Well, after long talks with a number of good Godly men, many of whom deal with these pagan pissants daily. They seem to agree that it is time to stand up for Christ, for His people and His Kingdom. That turning the other cheek is not possible when every cheek has been offered up for wiping. It is time for harsh language and clarity, which go hand in hand. Words mean things, and these soph-morons use harsh language each day to batter Christians and conservatives into submission.
I’ve had folks on this blog tongue lash me for calling Bill, among other things, a fagot, an idiot, and a queer and...well...you get the point. I appreciate your sentiments and I know you mean well, but I mean to be mean.
This punk is vomit. He has not one redeeming quality. He uses my air and my resources and this is unacceptable.
Behold the tripe from this intellectual sociopath he wrote last Christmas:
Tuesday, December 21, 2010The Bible before Solstice
Happy Solstice (if that's what you're into). The goddess Uzza gives us this reminder of all that's come before.
Twas around winter solstice, alone in the house
I was reading the Bible, as quiet as a mouse.
The stories were thrown in the book without care;
contradictions abounded, mistakes everywhere.
I could not understand, or believe what it said,
its tall tales of people come back from the dead;
original sin, which was such a bum rap,
blood sacrifice, curses, and other such crap.
When deep down inside I knew something's the matter
I sprang to the web to make sense of such chatter.
Away to the Google I flew like a flash,
to try and make out heads or tails of this trash.
The search engine gave me back millions of hits;
molesters, and con men, and other such shits.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but hundreds of gods from the earliest year.
With a little old edit, the story of Horus
I knew in a moment it must be the sou-rce.
More numerous than seagulls, gods and goddesses came,
and I whistled, and marveled, and called out their name;
Osiris! Adonis! Dionysus! Mithra!
There's Attis and Ishtar! And Baldr and Krishna!
To the land of the dead! Down to hell they all went,
to the underworld, after their lives were all spent.
Like fertility symbols these gods they all die,
and then get resurrected, back up in the sky.
So back up to heaven these deities flew,
to start new religions, and Jesus did too.
Right there in the gospels, just like you would guess,
a brand new Messiah turned up in this mess.
As I willingly tried to suspend disbelief
from the pages this Jesus guy came like a thief.
He was beat all to
and put onto a cross just like Horus was put;
His birth in a manger, and marked by a star,
that's a detail he stole from the Goddess Ishtar.
His magic trick changing his water to wine,
was a ripoff of Bacchus who used to brew 'shine.
He claims to have brought people back from the dead,
that's just like the other gods—what they all said.
And in some of his stories he acts like a cad:
“Hate your mother and father! Don't bury your dad!”
Sends his guys to steal donkeys, and kills farmer's pigs,
and cusses a tree out for not giving figs.
He's a crazy old preacher, who just seems kind of silly
though I had to admit that his book was a dilly,
that tried hard to steal those old stories by stealth,
and I laughed when I read it, in spite of myself.
A shift of my eyes and a twist of my head,
to the headlines, told me I had nothing to dread:
all the Pope's rules have been shown not to work,
evangelicals picket, and act like a jerk;
They cry “war on Christmas” and make silly fusses,
when we put up billboards, or signs on our buses.
But to all the fanatics I give this epistle,
away from your church people fly like a missile,
And I have to exclaim, on this solsticey night,
that millions of us, without gods, are alright.
Ok..I'm back from the bathroom. God forgive me for this reprint but this illistrates his...well whatever
Here it is Bill. You go ahead and write your little blog but I will be on you like flies on the manure you spew from that brain God gave you. I will call you out each and every day, if that’s what God tells me to do, for I do this in love and obedience to the call of God. Bill's type will no longer be chided and left to trample my God and my Savior. I have a little something for him I will be giving him soon. I can’t wait to see the look on his face. I’ll be sure to take a picture. For you see, this little man, with the big words and the big blog, will meet a 6’ 3” 260 pound former defensive lineman with one hell of a head of steam. Rest easy friends, I’m going to get busy busting his chops. Bills blogging bull crap trap is now officially a target. He will not have his way with this Christian any longer. Bet your last dime on that. I’ve delt with dumber people than this who were bigger than he is.
You better bring it Bill, because you’ll only get one chance to use it.