Sean B. Fitzgerald It doesn’t go something like this, it goes exactly like this.

Oh God.

I've doubted my faith before. I've analyzed the data. I've carefully examined the arguments against the existence of God. The problem of evil. The argument from poor design. The omnipotence paradox. I usually do so when something tragic has happened that seems to have no explanation. A devastating hurricane, a suicide bombing, or a school shooting. I begin to ask myself why. Is the universe as cold and as random as it seems? Or is there purpose to all of this?

Every time I have a crisis of faith, theism always seems to conquer in the end. Whether it be the mystery of consciousness, a transcendent moral objective, or that innate sense of something more, faith is faith and I cannot defeat it.

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There is no God.

My world has been shattered. If you're unsure of what's going on in the photo, that is the pinnacle of the female anatomy, Bar Rafaeli and Jersey Shore's The Situation doing a photoshoot.

I've having so much trouble expressing in words how I feel about all of this. These worlds are not meant to meet. Ever. She is meant to be on a beach somewhere in a bikini with Leonardo DiCaprio sipping fruity drinks and modeling for my pleasure. He, on the other hand, is supposed to be far away from her. At all times.

Someone like him is not supposed to have his behavior validated. He should be shunned. Not have his head in between Bar Rafaeli's thighs. It takes years of terrific acting in multi-million dollar films to be where he is. DiCaprio earned it. The Situation took Ripped Fuel and humped 80% of the boardwalk. Why are we encouraging him?