So I was
having a little trouble sleeping the other night, this tends to
happen when I get crushed under the weight of my own intellect, so I
went for a little midnight stroll through the back-streets of Wessex.
This is usually a fairly uneventful jaunt and this one looked to be
following the same boring and predictable pattern. I was pondering
some of the more puzzling aspects of quantum physics, i.e. all of it,
having given up on the much more taxing problem of women, bitches be
crazy, sometime earlier. You can imagine my surprise when, upon
rounding a corner, I found myself in one of the many crack alleys
that the area boasts, that's not the surprising part, and found
myself looking straight into the face of god.
“What
are you doing here?” God barked. I have to admit the question took
me somewhat by surprise as God has always seemed fairly omniscient in
our previous meetings. I quickly surveyed the scene and saw that both
God and Jesus were standing in front of a flip chart. Jesus gave me a
glance and the little half wave he sometimes does before turning back
to the chart and scrawling 'Flood New Orleans Again'
“What
are you guys up to?” I asked, as it seemed like the most pertinent
question giving the circumstances.
“Just
working out new ways to punish America” Jesus replied without
turning.
“Oh.
Because of the gays?” I asked. God pivoted on the spot all afire
with the incandescent rage of the Old Testament.
“FUCK
OFF! I am sick and tired of every single fucking punishment I visit
on that fetid empire being blamed on the faggots. Of course I hate
the faggots they are a filthy, but fuck me is that far down the
list.” God was shaking with rage. “I gave them a fucking list of
rules and I mentioned the faggots once but every single time I give a
baby AIDS or get a soldier shot in the face everyone assumes it's
because I'm hating on the queers.” At this point god turned and
shot an ineffectual kick at the flip chart. “Do you want the list?”
All I
could do was nod dumbly whilst I shot Jesus a sympathetic look,
parents can be so embarrassing. “KEEP HOLY THE FUCKING SABBATH is
it that fucking hard to shut Walmart for one day of the pissing week.
THOUGH SHALT NOT KILL yet the fuck-monkeys have two wars and the
death penalty. There are tons of fucking tattoo parlours all over the
fucking place.” I gave him a blank look “Leviticus 19:28, Do not
cut your bodies for the dead or put tattoo marks upon yourself. I am
the Lord. So while we're on the subject fuck fucking coroners the
ghoulish mother-fuckers. Except Quincy I fucking love Quincy.
Leviticus 19:27 Do
not cut the hair at the sides of your head or clip off the edges of
your beard... how many of the fat bastards do you see obeying that
one?” I ran a finger through my ringlets as I tried to think of a
notable yank with facial hair to match my own.
“Well
most rabbis...”
“Fuck
those Jew cunts.” Jesus interjected forcefully. “Nail me to a bit
of fucking wood... dick-heads.”
“Wasn't
that technically the Romans?” I asked trying to calm the situation
down a little bit.
“Meen't
meh memememe me momans?” Jesus replied incredibly sarcastically.
“Jesus
Christ, there's no need to be like that” I snapped back at the
messiah, who by the way is only like five foot three and something of
a little bitch. Jesus hung his head in shame.
“BLASPHEMY!”
God shouted at me whilst pointing.
“No
it's not. I was saying his actual name to him.” I replied.
“OK
but those cunt-thumpers blaspheme to high heaven. Mel Gibson released
a film that made millions of dollars trading off of the death of my
son!” God was shaking with rage. “They fornicate, they watch
pornography, they eat the wrong animals and they wear clothing made
from more than one fabric. They allow their women to talk back to
them and fail to stone adulterers. They eat pork and they don't keep
woman locked away whilst they are menstruating... don't they realize
they are unclean. I will raise there country to the ground and each
and everyone of my hypocrite followers will spend the entire time
saying I'm punishing them for not making the gays miserable enough.
Cunts.”
It
was at this point I made my excuses and quickly left because despite
having a few good points God is one crazy diety.
eddie
<another late night walk ruined by a ranting diety>
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