A man has died of a snake bite in West Virginia. Apparently he had gotten a hold of a book that says, in very clear language, what powers will be granted to those who believe its absurd tale: they would be able to handle poisonous snakes with impunity. So where most people would put distance between themselves and such a snake if they ever saw one, this guy picked them up.
But there’s a part that makes this unnecessary death even more mind-boggling.
“Wolford’s own dad was a serpent handler who died from a snake bite in 1983.”?
Jesus H. Fucking Christ on a Crutch.
This is what faith does: it makes you disbelieve your own eyes. For most people seeing their own father flopping around on the floor dying from a snake bite would send you a message that doing this shit is dangerous, and if the bible says it isn’t, the bible is fucking wrong.