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Oh, those hateful sods will never make it to Heaven. They__e all on an express elevator to the gay spit-roast dungeon in Hell. Within five minutes of kicking the bucket, they__l have demon balls swollen with fiery spunk slapping off their shapeless chins.

Then, one sunny September morning, the illusion of a personal God that I tried so hard to believe in, exploded over the skies of Manhattan. Even as the ashes and ruin of this horrific act of blind faith settled over New York, Washington and Pennsylvania, I watched people across the country scrambling to that same irrational altar for their answers. In the fierce storm of emotion that rolled across this country, one realization rose to the surface of my mind with blinding clarity: certainly this mechanism of unassailable blind faith is one of the greatest risks mankind faces today.