A Point of Order
If you are dumb enough to believe that handling poisonous snakes will prove your faith in god, and that by refusing the antivenom when you get bitten furthers that goal, then you deserve to die.
The days where the night was filled with imaginary monsters and every sneeze was a demon looking to get out are over. We build skyscrapers, iPhones, and have robots on the face of another-fucking-world now. We can actually see beyond the farthest planet and out into the vastness of space.
We have a god-damned space station!
We have discovered evolution - and it's only a theory in the sense that gravity is just a fucking theory - climate change, and relativity. We've built nuclear bombs, leveled mountains, and peered into the depths of the sun seeing things that no man has ever dreamed.
Yet you want to wave off the paramedic as he comes to you with the anti-venom because, "God will heal me."
Mother-fucker, God gave us minds that could think beyond the vagaries of thousand year old books and that could invent medicines, vaccines, and satellites that could traverse the solar system and beyond.
Take the fucking anti-venom you inbred, hillbilly fuckhead and stop embarrassing the human race.