Where are the doorknocking JW's and Mormons when you want them?

Last night Rani and I had a long involved discussion; the general thrust of which concluded there was no easy path to peace in the middle east.

At the moment I wish that some people peddling religion would come to the door so I could disabuse them of romantic notions involving life after death ("When we die, insects and microbes will eat our decaying flesh, thus continuing the cycle.").

Mind you, if nobody believes, who's going to meet up with me beside the milkshake pool on the lesbian cloud? And what about everyone who only goes to a concept of heaven to be in 'Riverdance' with Michael Flatleys' legs?

If you read this far, you've read too much. I've no idea why I'm still typing.