Sure thing. Next tine I get a flat tire on my bicycle, I'll ask for your help.
Just don't blow a valve doing it—I hope your technique is better than the galivantic, copulatory spasms of that hysterical Chinese woman who blew her rod in the other thread.
You understood nothing of my post and its philosophical relevance to the human condition vis-à-vis of the depredations and trauma stemming from the vicious childhood inculcation of illusory phantasms—the likes of Christianity and other associated schizophrenic neuroses.
The meaninglessness and cruelty of this woman's death speaks volumes as to the absolute, unquestionable absence of a demiurge of any kind—while paradoxically also bearing witness to HIS immorality—if HE existed, that is, which HE does not.
Does this paradox vex you into never-ending apoplexy?
Gone to church much? I don't suppose.
Or maybe you do.
Either way—lucky you.
In any case, I'm not gonna bother to explain my Satanic exegesis to you in detail, as you don't strike me as the inquisitive type anyway.
Praise the Lord!
Could've just said that you're a hardcore Redditor. That would've gotten your point across easier.