Ok, so yes I do know what to expect from Ann Coulter. I know that it is not going to be reasonable conversation or evendecent debate. Personally I hope that one day she simply dissappears in a magical *puff* of designer diet pills, cocaine and stripper dust (stripper dust is the glitter that always hangs on to Kyle from The Reformed Buddhist when he leaves a Canadian Strip Club).
But at least do your homework first and try to not regulate a whole diverse, dynamic and growing tradition in to one inflammatory paragraph.
Anywho…on to the silly flame fanning….
Is Buddhism about forgiveness? Because, if so, Buddhists had better start demanding corrections from every book, magazine article and blog posting ever written on the subject, which claims Buddhists don’t believe in God, but try to become their own gods.
Not much response needed except to say that forgiveness need not come from a god or any deity but from your own realization of how your actions affected yourself and others. Without that realization any amount of magic “Divine Forgiveness” is meaningless (to me at least, I don’t think less of anyone that does believe in Divine Forgiveness). If it helps you reach that realization as a Christian or as a Buddhist, then great! More power to you. I faced my own, very painful, round with this and I decided that Divine Forgiveness did me absolutely spit for my realization.
And no, Ann, I don’t need to demand corrections from anyone simply because you don’t have a grasp of Buddhist philosophy.
So that is my response to Ann but wait…who is that knocking on my door…wait, let me see…OH, its Henry Rollins! Hi, Henry good to see you….oh, stoooop…yes, I have been working out and I would love to give you some pointers but first you wanted to say something to Ann?
Sure! I’m sure Waylon won’t mind…
Thank You, Henry, that was delightful.
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