I sell my soul to Satan

You know I've always found satanism to be incredibly cringe, and you might chalk that up to childhood indoctrination; but when I see stuff like this I think I can sum it up logically:

If you don't believe in judeo-christian theology, then why would you pull out the villain of the story to worship?

It's like saying "No LOTR isn't real but I worship Morgoth".

It is non-sensical as a belief system (which many belief systems are) but it compounds with the non-sense of Christianity itself. Silliness wrapped in more silliness.

I have to strongly suspect that anyone who does it is a self-repressed christian losing their sanity trying to rebel against their own subconscious, either that or they live to troll Christians.

You know that B.K is a comedian, don't you?

I am sorry you were indoctrinated as a child.

Of course, I could never be indoctrinated, but I understand that not all people have "Immunity: Indoctrination" feat.

What? You think only Christians are allowed to re-write and update the Bible and invent new religions and pull countless new Bible ideologies out of their ass?

Damn they really indoctrinated you hard. I guess thats what happens when Christians eradicate countless of ancient religions and destroy the knowledge of worship of forms which was common knowledge before, but now people are clueless about it. Eh.

Trump is a comedian too. He convinced 40 million Americans that Jesus chose him to lead USA.

How is that not funny? How?

Well, an extremely intelligent comedian.

Well, Trump isn't really a comedian, he is just very stupid, so people laugh at him.

Remember that one of his professors said that he was the dumbest student that he ever had.

Keep churning out these quality threads, boo boo. I feel like I'm at the Algonquin Round Table up in here.

Yes, the Algonquin Round Table was a group of New York City writers, critics, actors, and wits. Gathering initially as part of a practical joke, members of "The Vicious Circle", as they dubbed themselves, met for lunch each day at the Algonquin Hotel from 1919 until roughly 1929. At these luncheons they engaged in wisecracks, wordplay, and witticisms that, through the newspaper columns of Round Table members, were disseminated across the country.