…doesn’t the Bible say thou shalt not permanently write junk all over thyself? Or whatever?
I’m pretty sure it does. I know quite a bit about the Bible because A) I’ve actually read it cover to cover—twice, and B) You can’t effectively argue how ridiculous the Bible is unless you actually know how ridiculous the Bible is.
At any rate. Justin Bieber and his KevinFederlineEminemKidRockVanillaIce daddy got matching Jesus tattoos in Hebrew. Because they love Jesus so much, they want to rebel against him by permanently stamping his name on their torsos.
…let alone being a frontrunner for the Republican nomination.
What planet is this? Why are people so, for lack of a better word, STUPID? I don’t understand why it’s so hard for people to read for themselves, think for themselves, and research for themselves instead of buying into whatever rhetoric—political, ideological, or theological—being spoonfed like strained peas. SPIT THE PEAS OUT. They don’t even taste good. Real knowledge is much more akin to the Gerber’s Apple Strawberry & Banana mash.
This lady is so far to the right she’s about to fall off the planet. You know the Earth is flat right? No? Well, this is the kind of Republican who could up and decide that the Earth is indeed flat, and drum up enough words and fake science to get half of the population behind her, even though evidence is clearly contrary to that fact. Just look at global warming.
Michele Bachmann has a very real shot at being the Republican nominee for president so let’s take a quick second and highlight her particular brand of BatshitCrazy.
I actually feel bad for this guy. He spent $140,000 over the past five years to tell NYers the world was gonna end. And then it didn’t. Regardless of how much money he threw away, I’m just sad that he (and SO MANY other people) put such ridiculous amounts of faith into the Bible. I mean, if I picked up a Harry Potter tomorrow and started making prophecies from it and saying it was the word of God and the way to live, people would say I’m insane.
And that’s basically how I look at people who try to tell me the Bible is real. You’re insane.
Oh well. In other news: Who is Fat Jesus on the side in the pink shirt? I wanna be his friend.
They’ve changed a few words to reflect modern sensibilities.
Cereal has been changed to Grains.
Booty has been changed to Spoils of War.
Holocaust has been changed to Burnt Offerings.
People keep fiddling with that damned thing. Those are just minor revisions, but have you any idea how many translations it’s been through over the past couple thousand years? That’s a topic for another day though.
But thinking about burnt offerings makes me LOL every time. OK. So, say I’m God and I made, ya know, everyfuckingthing you see. And I can basically do whatever I want and make shit happen anytime I want. I want my little creations to praise and love me…but how should they show it?