This is probably near the end of the thread, so I'll finish by saying good luck to Peach Rose, just take it one day at a time, and remember we are here for you.
Mike, I wish I could wave a magic wand and make you feel better. For your bravery and intelligence, you deserve the Medal of Honor. I confess to a desire to hurt them too, like they hurt me. I once spit in my mom's face after a particularly volitale arguement about religion. I felt good for one millisecond, then I felt dirty, because I knew I had stooped to her level, just like she wanted. And sure enough, without even the slightest bit of shock or hesitation, she launched into a tirade about how Jesus's people will be hated and persecuted. They want you to hit them, it will only further their delusions of grandeur.
You really want to hurt them? Laugh at them, tell them you don't even have the time to tell them how pathetic they are. Nothing makes them angrier than humor or indifference. Then you will walk away knowing that you did the right thing, and that God is pleased with you.
For years I have struggled to find a single thought, one single sentence that sums them up, and at last, I think I have it. You see, when they run their mouths, with all their inane babble trying to make you believe what their saying, remember this: they're not really trying to convince you, they're trying to convince themselves. I'll leave you with this quote:
"And he biled upon the whale's white hump, a sum of all the rage and hate, felt by his whole race. If his chest had been a cannon, he would have shot his heart upon it." -Moby Dick
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