Still wanting to show respect, for some reason

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I did something today that I have only done a handful of times in my life.


I spelled god just like this. No uppercase.


And yes, it felt wrong.



Fucking Catholicism.

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  1. UnknownFebruary 3, 2012 at 5:20 PM

    Yeah. I get that.

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  2. AnonymousFebruary 7, 2012 at 7:59 PM

    When I refer to a belief in a god or gods, I don't capitalize, but I kind of think that God is sometimes regarded as a name. Like Yahweh, Satan, Allah, Ganesha, Osiris, the Artist Formerly Known as Prince, and The Situation.

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    1. The Snarky HumanistFebruary 7, 2012 at 9:00 PM

      Good point. Although I kinda think that considering it as a proper name is also giving it more respect than necessary.

      Like The Situation.

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    2. AnonymousFebruary 8, 2012 at 2:12 PM

      So by that logic regarding respect, I should from now on spell it newt gingrich?

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    3. The Snarky HumanistFebruary 8, 2012 at 3:08 PM

      Sure, although you can take it one step further and buy this shirt. ;-P

      http://sharksplode.com/newt-2012/

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