And I'll bet you have a pantry full of barbecue sauce in anticipation of that happy day when you're standing right next to your God, gleefully torturing those sinners for all eternity. And I'll further bet that your definition of "sinner" is loose enough to more or less include the entire human race except for yourself and a handful of other people you know.
Dreaming about that is probably the only pleasure you get out of life. It seems to be a fairly common affliction among the self-proclaimed Christians who post regularly on this site, so at least you have lots of company.
Whiskey Tango? If someone believes that, they're not a Christian.
This sounds like Pascal's wager inverted.
Cheers!