Re: LET'S GO TO THE SCRIPTURES

[Frosty]

As the sun rose on 12 Sep 2006 18:41:15 -0700, the distinguished and
oh so talented "mawkish" <attem...@yahoo.com> climbed up to the
podium, shuffled some papers, took a sip of ice water and shouted in a
loud voice:

>FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD THAT HE FUCKED US HARD.........
>
>THAT WHOSOEVER SHOULD BELIEVETH IN HIM SHOULD GET FUCKED HARD AND DEEP
>AND SUFFER A FATE WORSE THAN DEATH ITSELF WHEN THEY REALIZE THAT THERE
>IS NO GOD.........
>
>WE ARE IN FOR SOME HARD TIMES.........
>
>IF YOU ARE A CHRISTIAN WORSHIPPING A GOD THAT NEVER EXISTED.........
>
>YOU WILL SUFFER LIKE A BABY ORPHAN LEFT OUT IN THE STREET IN A COLD
>NORTHERN WINTER.........

Or like a baby orca in a sea of pea soup.
Or maybe like some baby okra sliced and breaded, but lying unfried.
A sad, sad thought dear friends! Think of it! How bitter and lonely
such an okra would be! How unloved and uneaten.
Like a warm can of sliced beets, forgotten in the back of the cabinet.
Or some Band-Aids still in the box, unused.
Or a fig.
Like Worms out of a Hot Cheese-log!