This week in Christian Kitsch
[box]As penance for being a lackluster devotee, I’d like to at least give some of my attention to Jesus on Sundays. I want him to know I care. Let him know I’m looking out for him, too. That’s why I’m starting a regular post, starting with this one, called This Sunday in Christian Kitsch.[/box]
Oh my, it’s Sunday, and I’ve once again rejected getting up at 7:00 a.m. to visit my local church. Whatever is my eternal soul going to do?
Does Jesus know how much bullshit has his face and image on it? I think I’d be pissed if someone took a really horrific incident in my life and used it to sell fucking coat hangers.
Yeah, well so do poison arrow frogs. And while nature has kindly given the arrow frogs the ability to numb your body and mind with a deadly nerve toxin, mankind spends its time and energy doing it to themselves by making tacky shit like this.
Now look at what we’ve gone and done. Disappointment over our blasphemous capitalism have driven Jesus to steal another man’s drugs by changing his arm into the junkie man’s arm while he’s booting up. Is that cocaine, a gun and blackjack on the table? Jesus, how long are you going to hang around with this guy? There’s a human skull on a table right next to you. Get your life together man.