I gave up on being polite. See, I walked away from Mormonism, and those guys are way too insistent. Last time they knocked, I opened the door, saw who it was, said “Nope. Not happening.” And closed the door again. I now basically have a no contact order, so they haven’t bothered me once this year (except for my mom). I feel bad for the missionaries sometimes, because I know some of them are desperate for a way out, but I do not have the answer for them. Well, I do, but no one mentions their doubt in front of their mission companion.

I posted a sign on my door that reads. No so soliciting or pandering. I got the religion thing figured out as well. Don't knock ring or leave pamphlets flyers or trinkets. Exceptions. Thin mint and pop corn sale witches warlocks and princesses

A good friend used to answer the door naked when the JW’s came around, they don’t come back twice.

If its guys I just tell them I am a Catholic, no one can argue with that amount of crazy. If there is a girl, I look at her and ask her if she wants ditch the other guy and come in for some fun.

Lift them off the surface of the door and knock them down upon the door, of course.

I call them Pushers (yes, as in drug pushers). Anyone who seeks me out is a pusher. If I go to them, then they are Dealers. This includes salesmen, tele-a-marketers, religions. If they ask why, I tell them that all they want is more people to show up at church because they need the money, under the guise of tything (sp).

I call them Pushers (yes, as in drug pushers). Anyone who seeks me out is a pusher. If I go to them, then they are Dealers. This includes salesmen, tele-a-marketers, religions. If they ask why, I tell them that all they want is more people to show up at church because they need the money, under the guise of tything (sp). If they persist I close the door.

I will talk your ear off. I will tell you my entire life history. I will give you every reason that I do not any longer believe in a god. I give everybody who is still a Believer every opportunity to try to convince me that there is a god but I have to have evidence and that's why I'm agnostic and not a true atheist. Usually they will just get tired of talking and leave. I really enjoy those conversations. I haven't had one for 6 months. Maybe I'm on a list of "Do not visit this guy's house anymore!"

I offer them my full sympathy for their loss of reason, and close the door.

I wonder at one point I got old enough to ignore the niceties and just say "sorry not interested" and walk away without them having to utter a word.

If I have the time, I make coffee and have a conversation. I just tell them that I get equal time to convince them that they do me. Most of these kids were indoctrinated, and a dose of healthy skepticism might save them a good deal of time throughout life.

I used to have a sign on my front door that read:

NO SOLICITORS
I don't care if you're selling magazine subscriptions, chocolate bars, or salvation, the answer is NO! Turn around and walk away!

I made the sign myself with a printer and a laminator and it worked great for years.

I tell them I am an atheist so won't need the pamphlet they have. However, I always thank them for getting out and trying to help people. I really don't want them thinking atheist and @sshole are synonymous.

I had a couple at my door last spring . At 4 the afternoon , my dogs barking like crazy at the door bell , me out of shower w bath robe and getting ready for night shift , really last thing I needed was religion talking . They had some cheap papers to pass about their church I assume and they told me " if I had a minute to talk about finding Jesus ". I told them , " honey , I am Jesus , nice to meet u and good bye".

By educating them if I have some time. And if I'm bored I'll invite them in for a fuller education, usually with a big joint on that I accidently breathe their way. Had that happen twice, LOL Am I a bad man, LOL Nah just a Pirate.

Ha Ha Ha Ha. I solved this one. I put up a 6 foot fence with a double dead bolt lock that requires a key and I have the keys. There is not door bell, no buzzer, no way in to reach my door. Anybody wants to come here has to know me and call first to make arrangements and then call to let me know they are outside . I also have 9 little yapping , barking dogs in that front secure garden . No one comes to my door these days . I love it.

I'd say either invite them in and explain why you find their worldview incompatible with reality or just tell them you're not interested. They're used to rejection.

? years ago someone did something to introduce God who is controlling universe.

I usually talk to them. A friend of mine used to either tell them he was a Buddhist or to invite them in as they were just about to have a black mass.

My favourite method though was described by Jeff Foxworthy: Draw a chalk outline outside your front door and throw a few religious pamphlets out around it. Sleep till noon if you want to.

I ignore them or if they catch me outside, I use sarcasm. Usually the, “Oh...you’re selling religion?” Route.

I deal with them like this:
Knock, knock:
A. Hi
C. We’re around the neighborhood and would like to share the Good News.
A. Oh, I see. No thank you.
C. Ok, god bless you. Goodbye.
A. Bye!

That’s the usual. I have never had anyone be really obnoxious and insistent.

I have been SO lucky! i had ONE pair (always a pair, right?) of door knockers, and that was in japan, where i lived for a decade. they were mormons, and they got mad when i wouldn't open the door, and were quite rude. i reported them to their mormon superiors. i forget whether i mentioned, in reporting them, that i had told the knockers, quite truthfully, that i was naked and thus could not open the door. meanwhile, i was bothered by mormons every time i went to a kinko's in japan; i got them to leave me alone by answering their inevitable "have you heard the story of joseph smith?" with "yes, i have. have you heard the one about the rabbi...." and telling them a nice long story i knew about a rabbi. you should have seen the smiles freeze on their faces!

g

How timely. Last weekend, while nursing a hangover in my bikini briefs, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, as of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—only this and nothing more.”

But they wouldn't let up. So I went out and looked around, shirtless and grimy, thinking something afoot and slimey--lo, it was only the Jehovah's Witnesses. Before I could slip away, they espied me and alas I was waylaid for blimey, 30 minutes or more.

So I ended telling this guy I believed in this legendary being named Bruce Lee. I had it on good authority he actually existed and probably could whip any man living or dead, pound for pound, with his bare hands. Since he didn't have any money or food, just a pamphlet, I didn't know what else to tell him.

--I am lying, of course. But isn't that more fun that what really happened?

I tell them there is no God, and I keep saying it til they leave. I have no respect whatsoever for people who go door to door selling superstition. I treat them as I would someone who came to my door wanting to teach me how the earth is flat, or vaccines cause autism, I simply tell them they are wrong.

I just ask if there here the satanic ritual party that typically makes them leave