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| Supreme "Christian" Pontiffs Joe Ratzinger of Costa Nostra Italy INC and Wayne LaPierre of (my gun is my metaphoric penis) NRA |
As an Areligionist and an Agnostic, I think a
great many splinter groups use the “Christian” franchise label to sell their latest self
help book, or autobiography on why God has chosen them etc, to sell a lot of
petty empires, radiated genetically mutated poultry and or Chik-fil-A sammiches.
Channel surfing this morning I caught wind of
Joyce Meyer in her Woolworth red lipstick telling a bunch of potential Mary Kay
recruits that “God wants you to be prosperous” (14 Kings, Chap 8, Verse 13,?).
I also caught a glimpse of the Mannequin
messiah Joel Osteen’s 100 k worth mouthful of perfect plastic teeth preaching the mixed
God/oatmeal/send me a check, modern gospel.
It was not until I saw the below article that
all my thoughts gelled and made the realization/ephiphany that Christianity (copyright
expired) is for the most part just part of any new “Christian/whatever” new
marketing product, safe and or untested on humans or animals.
Karen Spears Zacharias on If the NRA were a
Religion:
If the NRA were a
religion, its members would be stockpiling toilet paper, buying up all the
granola bars, and squirreling away antibiotic as they prepare for the
Armageddon to end all Armageddons.
If the NRA were a religion, their worship
music would stir the congregation into a frenzy. Their songs would instill in
those worshipping a sense of righteous indignation and a determination to
protect their own from demons unknown.
If the NRA were a religion, they would be a
mega-church run by a charismatic beloved pastor whose congregants cling to the
outrageous things he says because there’s enough fear twisted into his lies
that it passes for truth. Outlandish! declare the non-believers who always
leave the mega-church shaking their heads in disbelief.
If the NRA were a religion, they would be
dogmatic about their doctrine, convinced that their way is the only right way
to God.
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Chik-fil-A Sammich.
Guaranteed to find a bit of god/idol and pickle in every bite.
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