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aribOkay, so I'm at work when...
The co-worker I'v chosen to refer to as The Illuminutty walks in. Now, this is the first time I've seen him in around a week, and he acts as though it's been years. Of all the negative things I can say about him, he's got a very happy, upbeat personality most of the time.
Anyway, the TV news was on, and the reporter on-screen was doing a piece on the Columbia.
"You know, we're not supposed to be up there, anyway. God never meant for us to be in space..."
This preceeded a long harangue about how we're not meant to go into space, because there's no air there, etc. etc. When I tried countering with "There's no air in the ocean, are we not supposed to go swimming?" The rant continued for a bit, until the following gem:
"Of course, everyone knows the Illuminati shot down the shuttle, because they don't want people in space, they're saving the space station for the rich, so they can go there when God ends the world, but it'll do them no good..."
I'm afraid I didn't act very maturely at this point. To be brutally honest, the first words out of my mouth were "Oh, fuck you!"
I managed to turn it around into what I thought was an adequate rebuttal, using some of his own arguements against him, including Biblical texts. He, of course, questioned my "true knowledge of Hebrew," which earned him an eyeroll and some more contempt.
Insult me the way he does, and I'll deal with it. Insult my faith the way he does, and I'll deal with it. Do both at the same time while belittling other things I care about (the space program, etc) and I just might open my yap.
The co-worker I'v chosen to refer to as The Illuminutty walks in. Now, this is the first time I've seen him in around a week, and he acts as though it's been years. Of all the negative things I can say about him, he's got a very happy, upbeat personality most of the time.
Anyway, the TV news was on, and the reporter on-screen was doing a piece on the Columbia.
"You know, we're not supposed to be up there, anyway. God never meant for us to be in space..."
This preceeded a long harangue about how we're not meant to go into space, because there's no air there, etc. etc. When I tried countering with "There's no air in the ocean, are we not supposed to go swimming?" The rant continued for a bit, until the following gem:
"Of course, everyone knows the Illuminati shot down the shuttle, because they don't want people in space, they're saving the space station for the rich, so they can go there when God ends the world, but it'll do them no good..."
I'm afraid I didn't act very maturely at this point. To be brutally honest, the first words out of my mouth were "Oh, fuck you!"
I managed to turn it around into what I thought was an adequate rebuttal, using some of his own arguements against him, including Biblical texts. He, of course, questioned my "true knowledge of Hebrew," which earned him an eyeroll and some more contempt.
Insult me the way he does, and I'll deal with it. Insult my faith the way he does, and I'll deal with it. Do both at the same time while belittling other things I care about (the space program, etc) and I just might open my yap.