I try to maintain a certain degree of "respect" for the various religions (even if, privately, I'm contemptuous) there are, but when you have to come knocking on my front door with your nonsense-- Brother, that's all she wrote. The first time, I answered the door in a towel (having just taken a shower) and an older guy accompanied by his very, very young son started in on his spiel. In deference to the young boy, I didn't tell the guy to f himself and slam the door in his face, but it was very uncomfortable. The kid obviously would have rather been anywhere else. Finally, I told the guy to give me his literature and I'd read it later, as...obviously...I wasn't "dressed" for this particular discussion. Of course, said "literature" went right into my circular file. Now, several years later, I don't maintain even a pretension of politeness or civility. To me, it's the height of gall to proselytize people who haven't invited you to share your religious convictions (if they work for you-- fine, but don't bother me unless I request your help; although, considering there are at least a dozen or so churches, synagogues, temples, chapels, etc., in every city and town across the country and much of the world, why would I have to?), or to knock on the door of their personal residence some early morning or afternoon. Just this past Easter, 2 guys dressed like Fuller Brush salesmen were going door to door in my neighborhood. Luckily for them, I was away when they knocked on mine. My birth mother tells them, "I'm Catholic; Don't bother me again" before shutting the door. Me? I just shut the door now, and they should count themselves lucky that I don't curse them out as I do so. Once, on a Memorial Day, I was sitting in my car in a cemetery when several of them approached me to hand me their literature. I have to say that that was one occasion where I was rendered speechless. Not even in a cemetery are you safe from their intrusion! I used to work with a guy from Brooklyn who was married to a Jehovah's Witness. He had 3 kids, and he told them, "If you get into an accident, and you need a blood transfusion, you better call me and not your mother. If you call your mother, you're going to bleed to death, understand?" As I say with nearly any religion, whacky or not-so-whacky--- If you as an adult want to involve yourself in it...fine...but why subject your young kids to such horseshit?