So the lord our jebus has decided that his popularity is sliding and he needs a little exposure. So, as is his way, he has put in a cameo on a random piece of furniture, this time a seat cushion.
When jebus makes an appearance on a dog’s arse, it is of course seem as insulting and “disrespectful” to publicise it. However, spotting his slightly crushed face on a cushion that normally supports church-goers fat arses is of course in the highest taste and a sure sign of a miracle.
There is of course no connection with the fact that this particular sad little island where the church is located is in dire need of tourists, even unbelievably dumb ones.
But maybe I should stop here. Of course it’s all too easy to take the piss out of Christians. They are simply lining up begging to have fun poked at them, what with their ritual cannibalism, space gods, magical sperm transportation and parallel universes of infinite joy.
The trouble of course is not these everyday imbeciles, but the ones who get into positions of power and influence, which they then try to use it to twist the world to their little fairy stories and barking mad “morals”. These are the ones to watch, and not the common-or-garden jebus finders.
And just to get things clear, here is how it works folks – if you have a billion fanatics world-wide all on the lookout for patterns suggesting a man’s bearded face, then is it a surprise that occasionally one of them finds one? Even a jebus that looks like somebody sat on his face, which they probably did?
Well that’s me for today. And if you suspect that I am posting less often these days, that’s because I am. Things to do, people to see, and 360 entries and still not a book deal. What gives?
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