I hate when Christians zealots corner me about their beliefs and then when I tell them I don't believe the God they pretend to know has their picture on his refrigerator, they get all pissy and tell me; "I feel sorry for you."
This is when the thought comes to mind; ‘violence: the key to understanding.’ I then thank them for their pity and tell them God wants me to break their nose… who else could that voice in my head be?