An Open Letter to "Way of the Master"

Dear "Way of the Master",

You filthy fuckers make me sick. You are involved in the world's 2nd oldest profession, but when all is said and done, I can respect what prostitutes do. Kirk Cameron and Ray Comfort (Is that his real name? I doubt it.), and anyone else who participates in such a cockamamie sham of blatant exploitation are nothing more than garden-variety shills that have chosen, of their own free will, to illicit and amplify people's fear of death and use it against them for their own benefit. In other words, the "same old, same old."

4 of the 7 tabs on your website offer something for sale: It’s one big tax-free business, not that I hold that part against you. What I do hold against you is that you use false piety to act as though you're somehow better than everyone else. Shame on you for what you do to people; for bringing more fear, discomfort, and unease into their already difficult lives.

Me, I believe in the loving, kind, and understanding God that you say doesn't exist, because that God is "a figment of my imagination." It is my firm belief that God is our parent, not some cold judge that merely casts sentence upon us for our sins as you would have people believe.

Would your parents cast you to a "Lake of Fire" for lying to them, coveting something that they owned, or taking their name in vain? I'm quite sure my Mother would not for any of those things, including whether or not I lusted after Mary Jane Rottencrotch (I did, by the way). If I killed someone - I'm sure she would consider it; but even then I don't ultimately believe she would; especially if I was truly sorry. That is what pure and honest love and acceptance is.

This life is an awesome test of resilience. It is a struggle from day one, moment one, right through to the very end. You're right about one thing: most people don't live up to the standard that you, not God, has created.

To quote your own guidebook, one that I don't espouse, literally or figuratively (heh-heh-heh), as Gospel:

The Gospel According to Matthew, Chapter 7

1. Judge not, that ye be not judged.

2. For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.

According to what you openly state are among your beliefs, it seems to say that you shall suffer the same fate.

Personally, I don't know what will happen to any of us after we die, nor will I ever say so. However, I am acutely attuned to the real sense of right and wrong that resides somewhere within my soul, and that sense tells me that you are a fear-mongering corporation set up so that a "god-awful" Kirk Cameron can keep acting.

Watching Kirk Cameron tread the boards is like going to a bestiality show in Tijuana for the first time. For the first few minutes, it's entertaining in a sad sort of way. But then, a deep, unsettling nausea sets in, and you taste the hot, acrid bile that has risen to the back of your throat. With that, you arrive at the sudden realization that you've had quite enough for today, thank you very much.

Fuck you, in Jesus' name,

Jet Lacey