Crossville, Tennessee welcomes its newest resident, the universally-revered Flying Spaghetti Monster. Recognized as a living god, he dwells now outside the Crossville courthouse among his pirate worshippers, spreading the doctrine of Pastafarianism among all peoples.
Ramen.
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Ha this is great!
BTW did you know Peter Hitchens is in Grand Rapids (Hauenstein Center) today? If the going gets tough and he escapes over the border to Canada please YouTube the carnage Raincoaster – people will pay. If Tony Bliar visits Canada though people will want to join in – I suggest an interactive experience for that one, I’m surprised no one’s done it.
Lol that is so random. I wonder what the religious folk would think about this hehe.
You have one awesome blog btw dude!
Keep up the great work!
Cheers!!
I’ve been working on a post about my conversion to Pastafarianism, so if it’s okay, I may link to this. I may also have to move to Crossville.
Geez, that deity sure has big balls! I guesss you’d have to if you wanted to defeat God and Buddah and Vishnu and Mohammed and everyone.
What amazes me – having worked for two papers on the Virginia-Tennessee border – is that a Tennessee town or county would allow this on its courthouse grounds. It’s a pleasant amazement, but amazement nonetheless.
The particular Tennessee county I had to cover (for just a few months, thankfully) had a metal placard of the Ten Commandments and a couple of other ‘historical document’ placards that area religious/citizens groups demanded be placed on the county courthouse’s inner walls.
Given the age of the courthouse structure, I suppose those groups could have claimed an act of God if one of those placards fell off and crushed a courthouse visitor.
Time for a pilgrimage! I call shotgun!
I do have one question, though: The newspaper cited “chainsaw-carved monkeys and bears” as examples of that glorious free speech tradition.
The monkeys I can see, clearly that’s one of the sects of Darwinianism that have been causing the creationists so much trouble, what with expelling them from movies, or art schools, or Liberty University or somewhere.
But what religion glorifies tubby, hairy, men?
… Well, a lot of them, actually, come to think of it …
Or maybe this is some sort of anti-gay statement, y’know, with the whole “take-a-chainsaw-to-teh-gays” thing?
The article is not forthcoming.
pKay try this:
http://www.venganza.org/2008/03/10/more-than.htm
and also see:
Hate Mail (and concerned criticism)
follow the link at the top of the page.
I’m surprised RC took so long to acknowledge His Noodliness given her well known penchant for similarly shaped deities but it gives me hope, yes sister, hope that all the world will come to cherish his magnificence.
In the words of the great Flying Monster himself remember ‘Nothing is a pasta bowl’.
STB.
Oh, this is HARDLY the first time we’ve featured FSM around these parts. A couple of years ago we had an FSM Christmas tree pic, and not long after the whole thing started I did a story about Al Jazeera covering him.
He does actually have big balls, now that you mention it.
http://www.rathergood.com/meatball/
Rathergood IS rather good (seen “hedgehogs?”) but alas my speakers are dead, so I will have to just assume it’s up to the usual standard.
My personal favorite is a toss up between “Anal Seepage” and “Sumo Florist”
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I thought of afterbirth when I saw that thing. How’s that for dysfunktional.
I keep going back to RG for the Norse Gods, which, now that I’ve shaken off all but the vestigal existential guilt of my Catholic upbringing, no longer qualifies (under the relaxed theological strictures of my newfound Reformed Pastafarianism [egg noodles are heretical and must be boiled]) as blasphemous, other than in the classic sense.
Oh, and the Angry Kittens.
How can you tell he’s married to a bureaucrat? He’s lost the ability to communicate in simple English.
The FSM is really a beef lasagna which was run through an office shredder.
All hail Eris!
Perhaps it’s a metaphor: he was beef lasagna until the third day, when he was resurrected in bodily different form?
We need to do some in depth theological and epicurean research into this matter. It could lead to schisms. Or even gnocci!
Gnot gnocci!
A quick note to say thank for the visit and the correction. I’ve been rather busy fighting hackers and made a slip.
Correction will be applied asap.
Personally, the whole thing smells of Intelligent Cuisine. After all, isn’t it just possible that some extraterrestrial chef at some time in our past could have applied a superior knowledge of farina, semolina, basil, tomato and other ingredients to steer our development before disappearing off into some intergalactic Food Network?
It could happen . . . .
Matt, no worries. T’was a small mistake only. The saga of FSM is indeed an interesting and complex one. Between Him and Anonymous, I think we are living through interesting, yet delightful, times.
FFE, you need to read Charles Fort’s explanation for showers of fish and frogs. Long ago, there was a big space battle and lots of ships got blown up. And their frozen meals got blown up with them. And Earth is now passing through the band of floating debris; the frogs and fish, formerly rations for the brave space warriors, thaw as they move through the atmosphere as the planet plunges towards them and then they fall on Manchester or whatever and there’s an article in the local paper.
Sic Transit Gloria Celestia
Yeah? Then explain the blue ice . . . never mind
Well EXACTLY!