I've found that answering the door naked gets rid of all manner of unwelcome, intrusive folk, such as hairy krishna, cops, and mormons, too. They ARE pushy and it's not nice. Don't get up in arms if you don't understand the parody, it calls attention to your fragility.
It's nobody's business what I do in my home, think in my head, or feel in my gut and therefore there's no reason to have anything to say about it.
The idea that all kinds of behavior, ranging from the less than polite, through antisocial and into genocide, can be justified and encouraged by invoking the name of an almighty being (who, BTW, takes precedence over your almighty, whoever he is) and his faithful flock (herd word there, infinitely appropriate) has been a bright and shining light from the other side of the door. I walked through as soon as it opened and never looked back- I'd figured out that moral responsibility can be forgotten so quickly once God and the flock accept you as one of theirs. "Join the right team, the good team, the IN crowd!"
God is a weakness, just like eating more than I know I should, drinking before work is done, or sex with strangers but no condoms. Sure, it's easy and feels good but learned folk resist. If you let someone talk you into believing, you quit trying to fulfill your potential as a human. Moo! If you talk to anyone about believing, you're perpetuating the devolution of our species, which, BTW is contributing to the destruction of our biosphere. And I'd like you to stop fouling the space I must share too! I keep my vices and weaknesses private, it's why we have windowshades and doors. Your religion falls in the same category as my masturbatory practices, keep it private. At least when I wank, it's a crusade against nothing more than boredom. I want to find a new planet when I think about religious herd actions like crusades, jihads, inquisitions, cleansings, reprogrammings and the like. The only thing more foul than the evils committed against folk who didn't believe the same way is the continued practice of drawing lines between peoples. Or perhaps the monied interests encouraging this drawing of lines between peoples...

No, really, Pud Hunter??

Hop in your wayback machine and go, about ten years ago, looking for the Airwalk brand sneaks made from the same critter. Much cooler (they did it first, for starters) in the sneaker format than these goofy rebocks. I had a boss who hated them, so when the time came to finally retire them, I tied 'em together and tossed them over the power line above where he parks. I hope he can smell them when the wind is just right!