Phil Robertson is one sick puppy

One glance at this Charles Manson lookalike is enough to permit the reasonable conclusion that he’s not exactly normal. And you would be right. Phil Robertson is one sick puppy. For one thing, he’s obsessed with sex. Would you trust this man to be alone with your daughter?

But there’s no accounting for the tastes of American’s. They love this guy – especially all the hopelessly irrational religious bigots out there. He’s their man. He speaks for them. He says out loud what they’re thinking but afraid to say because they’re too timid and ashamed to admit it. (See my earlier posts regarding Mr. Phil: Bigot Dynasty and How to Spot a Bigot).

He’s the guy who compares gays to drunkards, slanderers, swindlers, adulterers, male prostitutes and terrorists. Homosexuality is the same as bestiality, says Phil. Why? Because the Bible says so, that’s why. Phil Robertson takes his Bible literally.

Now he’s coming after atheists. He's coming after me. And, don’t forget, he’s still obsessed with sex. He’s conjured up this bizarre fantasy making atheists out as justifiable victims of violent unnatural sex acts simply because they don’t believe in his imaginary friend:

"Two guys break into an atheist's home," says Phil. "He has a little atheist wife and two little atheist daughters. Two guys break into his home and tie him up in a chair and gag him. And then they take his two daughters in front of him and rape both of them and then shoot 'em and they take his wife and then decapitate her head off in front of him. And they can look at him and say, 'Isn't it great that I don’t have to worry about being judged? Isn't it great that there's nothing wrong with this? There's no right or wrong, now is it dude?'

"Then you take a sharp knife and take his manhood and hold it in front of him and say, 'Wouldn't it be something if this was something wrong with this? But you’re the one who says there is no God, there’s no right, there’s no wrong, so we’re just having fun. We're sick in the head, have a nice day.'... "If it happened to them, they probably would say, 'Something about this just ain't right.'"

You see, Phil Robertson actually believes in his twisted, deluded, wholly irrational consciousness that people who won’t accept his imaginary friend as real are bereft of all morality.  They don’t know right from wrong. They have no moral code, thinks Phil. There’s no right or wrong with them; no difference at all. Mankind – you and me -- cannot determine what is right and wrong all by ourselves. Only God can do that, reasons Mr. Robertson.

Only God tells us what’s right and wrong. So why should an atheist, who doesn’t believe in God, object when he and his family are sexually abused and murdered by vicious criminals? After all, there’s nothing wrong with that because they don’t believe in God.

Yes, poor Phil Robertson is one sick puppy.