Guess if I'm going to find a woman to take care of me in my old age, I'm going to have to become religious.
In a recent survey, 92% of Americans believe in God. It wasn't gender specific, but I'm guessing it's higher for women.
I had my eye on someone until I found out she was a regular church goer. I'm sure I'd be taboo if she knew I was an 8 percenter. Religion (or lack thereof) cost me (in part) my first marriage. I was the "anti-christ". Her words.
Another thing in that survey defies explanation: "21% of self-identified atheist said they believe in God or a universal spirit, with 8% "absolutely certain" of it."
And just for your information, 74% of Americans believe in life after death and 63% say their respective scriptures are the word of God. I don't have to tell you how I feel about that.
I think I owe you something of an apology. After writing my last comment to you about this post, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. I just revisited your reply to my first comment, and it suddenly dawned on me that at least part of that reply was in jest. I didn't see that at first.
Upon re-reading my counter-response, I realize that what I thought was even an even-handed and fair reply comes across as being a little mean-spirited.
You must forgive me. I am not myself all of the time these days. I'm not used to this stress I've been going through as of late.