Pic of the day: It's all fun and games till someone gets hit in the
eye.
OK, this is probably going to insult almost everyone. Then again, people pay stand-up comedians to insult them, and here I do it for free. In the news today, I learned that a Norwegian priest was asking people to submit the names and adresses of abortion doctors, for publishing on his website. A site where these people are called murderers who kill for profit. Now this ticks me off. I genuinely liked these few bedraggled protestors, a couple priests kicked out of the state-owned church because they stood on what they believed. I think it is quite cool that they do the usual crucified fetus trick, too: If you don't like it, just forget it, like I do, just like we forget the hungry children in Africa and the child prostitutes in Asia. At least these people believed in something. Their religion actually affected their life. And then this. Who do they think they are kidding? If you want to pray for the doctors, you don't need their address (unless you have a particularly small and stupid god). Now if you want to kill them, like they do over in America, then the address comes in quite handy. Threats? You do a stupid thing, little preacher, by choosing to duel with the weapons of the devil. He has a lot more training than you have. Now, if you're found in a pool of blood one morning, people will shrug and say that you fell in the grave you were digging. You die not as a martyr, but as a failed terrorist.
Now, to tick off the rest of the populace, I need a quote from the Bible.
That always seems to do the trick. And just to be sure to insult
as many as possible, I'll dig up Psalms 37, verse 28:
"For the LORD loves the just and will not forsake his faithful ones.
They will be protected forever, but the offspring of the wicked will be
cut off".
Think I'm kidding? Read on for my defense of God. Now, why would any
self respecting deity kill off innocent kids by the thousands, even with
the voluntary assistance of health personnel? I mean, it's not the
kid's fault or anything. Hey, no need to thank me. I've been an equal opportunity insulter since the days of my diapers. (Textile, by the way, reusable.) Man what a little stinker I must have been already. Some things never change.
Now, to my defense I must say that I don't run around making
girls pregnant when they didn't mean to. Of course, this just might be
lack of opportunity; but we'll never know until I've been seriously
tempted. If you feel like tempting me, send an e-mail and we'll work
out a reasonable time and place for temptation. I am particularly
partial to wiggling and bouncing. Fluttering is OK too. You have to
pay your own travel expenses, of course. And there's still no guarantee
that I won't overcome.
Tomorrow I intend to be back to the regularly scheduled everyday narcissism. If I survive that far, of course. |
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