Religious discussions + alcohol = Unmitigated disaster.
There is nothing I hate more than religious discussions between the hours of 12:00 and 4:55 a.m. when people are way too blasted to even put forth one intelligent sentence about this subject. It becomes an incoherent, hot mess which leads to anger, accusations, and arguments that are always impossible to decipher. No one ever knows who initiated the conversation and people almost always recite some random, obscure piece of religious literature they have read- that no one else in the group is even remotely familiar with- to prove their point.
Seriously, what is it about being wasted that makes spewing out a dissertation on the legitimacy of the bible sound highly cerebral to the spewer?
In any case, I have found a sound method to combat this disastrous conversation path. Or at the very least a profound and passionate answer that I can really get behind.
As my dear friend Kane finished up his rant on the holy ghost and how inane, confusing, and hypocritical catholics are in conjunction to the HG, he turned to me and asked me my opinion. I paused, plastering what I hoped was a serious and thoughtful expression on my face, and then leaned forward. And said:
"I believe that the Holy Ghost is that thing that comes out of the Ark of the Covenant to melt the faces off of the Nazis in the first Indiana Jones movie."
So in a nutshell those are my spiritual views.