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Suffer the little children to keep away from this creepy, Pedophiterian light switch plate from Jesus of the Week.
Jesus looks entirely too happy to see them. What do you think he’s saying to them, anyway? I bet it’s in a husky whisper, too.
Do you think it’s nope, can’t do it. Strange: all I wanted to do was mildly twist a handful of the words from the Last Supper, but something in me won’t let me do it.
Maybe the Cartesian bet-hedger? My father always said he didn’t believe in God but that he, Dad, was agnostic, not athiest, and when you’d ask him why the apparent contradition, he’d happily tell you there was no point pissing off God and he, Dad, didn’t have any proof that He, God, didn’t exist, so why take the chance?
Quite sensible really, and I wonder how that’s been working out for him the past couple of years. Probably not that well: something tells me God likes those who bet to win.
Speaking of which, what are the odds they found the body of Jesus? And what I really wanna know is, have they found any suspects? I never trusted that Loki, myself.
And now, a few words from King Missile, the Los Angeles-based performance art phenomenon, on how cool Jesus was. How cool was Jesus?
Jesus Was Way Cool
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I stole this from Iain Dale; wonder why it is that I read so many right-wing UK blogs…Iain, Guido, Boris…the only leftie blog I read over there is Bread and Circuses, and Juvenal‘s hardly party line. (some of) The Tories over there seem to be a little more human, a lot more intelligent, and a good deal more interested in debate than the right-wingers here in North America, who seem primarily interested in sending as many black people as they can to Iraq, deporting anyone particularly tan (Jessica Simpson gets a bye, but now that she’s brunette all bets are off), eliminating the minimum wage, and marrying their cousins.
Still. Smart thing this soldier said. I’d buy him a drink if he were routed through Vancouver. And can you imagine an American right-wing blog putting that up if he’d said “Republican“? I think not.
“I suppose the only thing worse than being blown up by a mortar on Sunday morning is having two senior Conservative Party figures visiting you on a Monday morning” – William Hague, accompanied by David Cameron on visiting an injured soldier in Basra, who replied:
“It’s about on a par, sir”.
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