Lyn's Licks & Laughs...with alter egos Bobbie Cole & Sunny

Wrath of God?

Ever wondered about those folks who paint pictures of a crucified Christ in 3-D, with shit coming out of the man's forehead or beard? All I gotta say is that they must have the most fucked up dreams of anyone on the planet if they see dead people with open eyes superimposed upon their skulls.

How about those people who seem to think they'll have no peace unless they do the bidding of someone who LOVES them enough to wake them up with something like this?

Love me like this again, Angie, and I'm flying to Sweden to kick the shit out of you.


Have I mentioned that I fucking hate junk mail, FORWARDS? Who in their right mind sends anything, supposedly with God's blessing and a curse attached simultaneously, to 'good friends' or everyone in their address book, ANYWAY, especially if they haven't even spoken to them in years? (And people wonder why the churches aren't full. George Carlin's "but He LOVES YOU" skit comes to mind.)

I have like 3 *friends* who do this then wonder why the hell I don't talk to them.

This particular sentiment was:

The President of Argentina received this picture and called it "junk mail",
8 days later his son died. A man received this picture & immediately
sent out copies..his surprise was winning the lottery. Alberto Martinez received this picture, gave it to his secretary to make copies but they
forgot to distribute them..She lost her job & he lost his family. This
picture is miraculous & sacred. Forward to 10 people.

It amazes me that anyone would knock on someone's door, and first thing out of their mouth would be "I curse you". It's even more amazing that they'd think for one second that anyone would embrace their god (and I use that with lower case for a reason) or their religion out of FEAR instead of LOVE.

Ever consider that the president of Argentina's son might have died anyway or that the man who sent out this picture would have won the lottery anyway? (And last time I checked, the Christian God frowned upon gambling.) How about ole Alberto Martinez and his secretary? If he's relying on his secretary - anyone at all - to cover his ass with God, he's in deep shit to begin with. Maybe he lost his family because he spent more time reading emails or photocopying with the secretary than he did taking Little Alberto to baseball games. Maybe she lost her job because God loved her enough to get her out of that relationship with an obsessive compulsive ass who left his salvation or good will in her hands.

Forward to 10 people is the part that slays me. If you can't understand the meaning of one-syllable words, I won't even attempt explaining the word superstition to you.

And for what it's worth, the first time I received this, home computers had just been invented - that's how long it's been around.

Okay, bitching completed. Just had to wreck somebody else's day.

I gotta take out the trash.

posted by Bobbie (Sunny) Cole @ 7:53 AM 7 comments