A group of kids were gathered at a naval port to watch their friend perform his ritual and speech cloaked in his despising of anything Godward. This man hated God, and he had a mission. Amid laughing, jeering, cursing, applause, and just plain silliness, the display of ignorance, arrogance, petulance, and theatrics was like a weekly bonfire of jubilee.
There was orange soda, potato chips, and a ream of twizzlers, all adding to the levity in waiting for the clock to strike high noon, as retired Commander Tiaranstein plied his craft of daring the Creator. ‘Stop me from sinking this sub if you are real,’ he would shout to the excitement of his followers, ‘there IS no God!’
The older man had a captive audience in the youth, as it was his passion to purge their minds of any thoughts toward God. The youngsters found him entertaining.
Yeah, a real…