The farce is strong with this one . Even brings out the usual suspects of their core beliefs...which is ..there is no God.

They thrive on the lust of the eyes

The lust of the flesh

And the pride of life.

Accepted the lies hook, line, and sinker sadly.


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And because they so hate it here, I'm adding this AI generated story to illustrate the above statement in a scenario they can appreciate and understand, but still hate the truth about it:

Using the present-day vehicle of an expensive sports car, one could craft a synopsis about a man named Alex who succumbs to the "lust of the eyes," "lust of the flesh," and "pride of life".
The synopsis could unfold like this:
Lust of the eyes
Alex first sees the sleek, polished midnight-black Lucifer 666 GT on a digital billboard. Its aggressive lines and flashing LED lights captivate him, and an intense desire to own it consumes him. He spends hours on car forums and social media, obsessively viewing photos and videos of the car, letting its image possess his thoughts. He starts to feel dissatisfied with his dependable but ordinary sedan.
Lust of the flesh
To finance the purchase, Alex starts working excessive overtime, neglecting his family and healthy habits. He rationalizes his behavior by telling himself the car will make him feel fulfilled. He becomes emotionally distant, spending his evenings fantasizing about the car and his weekends test-driving different high-end models. After purchasing the Lucifer, Alex becomes obsessed with the physical sensations of speed and power, using his vehicle to engage in reckless behavior like street racing. He seeks constant thrills, chasing after fleeting moments of excitement.
Pride of life
Alex uses the car to project an image of success and superiority. He parks it strategically at expensive restaurants, hoping to attract attention and admiration. He boasts about its features and performance to anyone who will listen, inflating his ego with the approval of others. He scoffs at other drivers, seeing them as beneath him and their vehicles as inferior. The car becomes a monument to his vanity and a testament to his belief that he has achieved a higher status than everyone else.
Ultimately, Alex's self-centered pursuit leads to his downfall. One night, while illegally street racing, he crashes his car, completely wrecking his prized possession. He emerges from the wreckage with nothing but the hospital bills, a damaged reputation, and the shattered realization that his self-worth was entirely dependent on a material object. His pursuit of the car, his pursuit of earthly pleasure, and his pride in his possessions have left him with nothing.