Warning, this podcast contains explicit language, but we're talking about the Bible in it, so what the fuck did you expect?

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And now The Skating Atheist.

You think I'm sacrilegious because I said Jesus smelled bad. No, he was a man. He had bone, muscle, and sinew in those arms. You think his biceps weren't big bulging biceps? Then waste strong shoulders from lifting?

Hello, I'm the anonymous Doctor Steve, regular contributor to the time to to resupplement or skeptical podcast, skeptical.

And unconson the argument for skeptical and philosophical humility always wanting to be cautious and to bear in mind we might be wrong.

The other argument might be right. We might be in the matrix. We might be more flexible and constantly down to our own arguments.

But the fuck say, really, really? Of course we both do, we're not human. Jesus!

Here is The Skating Atheist.

It's Thursday. It's November 21st. And non-sequitors are all about inflection.

I'm no illusions. I'm Ethan Wright. And from America's Glitteress New York, New York, this is The Skating Atheist.

On this week's episode, we'll point out that Christians are really just praying to Jew God in beta testing.

George W. Bush will prove that he's still got it.

And the sinful joyous to learn that two Samuel's fun, like a clumsy colonoscopy from a polydactyl giant. But first, the dyadron.

So it looks like everywhere I go, I'm haunted by the Goliath in size, there's an immaculate hair piece of Joloste.

Every time I check our ranks on iTunes, which I probably do more often than is psychologically healthy, I see that preposterous oral contortion he calls a smile.

It's always sitting there at the number one spot, beaming about a supremacy. He does the same thing on Stitcher, that asshole.

And now he's showing up on my morning commute as well. He's got a new book out and every third subway train I step into has an ad for it.

It's yet another in his 12,000 parts series about telling you whatever the fuck you want to hear as long as you're willing to pay him to say it.

So the tagline on the ad is this brilliantly paradoxical sentence that perfectly encapsulates Osteen's particular brand of bullshit.

Below is dendtally arduous visage, it reads, God doesn't want you to live an average life.

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