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Oklahoma Tea Party Candidate Supports Stoning Gay People to Death














Dear Scott Esk,

---- Leviticus 19:19
Keep my decrees. Do not mate different kinds of animals. Do not plant your field with two kinds of seed. Do not wear clothing woven of two kinds of material. ----

Tell me, sir, where shall we all now hide from your God's wrath?

Are you willing, Scott Esk, to be stoned to death as called for in your own doctrine?

For instance:
Blasphemy, cursing your parents? -Stoned to death.
Touching Mount Sinai? -Stoned to death.
Cursing in general? -Stoned to death.
How about an ox that gores a human? -Stoned to death.
Adultery (even rape victims failing to scream loudly)? -Stoned to death.
A woman who is not a virgin on her wedding night? -Stoned to death.
The man who lies with a woman who is not a virgin? -Stoned to death.
Worshiping other gods? -Stoned to death.
Witches and wizards? -Stoned to death.
Giving your children to Molech? -Stoned to death.
Breaking the Sabbath? -Stoned to death.
Engaging in idolatry? -Stoned to death.
Rebelling against parents? -Stoned to death.
Getting married as a virgin when actually not a virgin? Stoned to death.

And that is just the reasons for stoning another to death, there are so many other reasons in your doctrine to be "put to death" by other means that it seems preposterous to even mention them.

Surely, Scott, you see the problem without making a fool of yourself or without you yourself being stoned to death along with so many billions of others? Soon, if you've your way, there won't be enough people left to do the bidding of your God, but there'll always be plenty of hefty rocks to throw.

I can only say that you need remember who, what and where you are before you pick up the first stone.

Forgiveness is divine...

Peace&Love, Mark Richard Prime

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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