Dean Esmay doesn’t believe in predestination. Of course, he doesn’t believe in God, either. But he especially doesn’t believe in a Calvinist God who’s
a gigantic, creepy 12 year old boy who enjoys pulling the wings off of flies, using a magnifying glass on an anthill, and torturing kittens–with his so called “love of man” really indicating that man is his favorite torture victim.
Me either. Who needs that?