Loading ...I have to wonder if I’m going to get in trouble with the Buddhists over that title. I mean, there seems to be an epidemic of self-righteous over-sensitivity these days. Buck up, people, you all get on my damned nerves.
No its just that whenever I listen to Jesus Christ Superstar (the Laibach version, thank you), I always hear the line “Buddha was he where its at?” as “Buddha was he wearing pants?”. Always makes me think of Don in the kitchen at midnight in his underwear. Last thing I need to be thinking about, really.
You have got to check out this advice column. A woman writes into to ask if the muscular twitchings she felt while praying might be a demonic attack. Might be might be. Might just be muscle spasms from being on the knees for too long. I’ve experienced something similar at fetish bars.
Never mind.
But the answer was far better than the question. My favorite line is this: “It’s amazing how suddenly exhausted and sleepy we feel the minute we open our Bible.”.
Amazing? Its amazing? All I have to do is look at a Bible and I’m in snoozeville, and I’m pretty sure its a natural reaction. Not a demonic attack. And not amazing!
Oooooooooo…. the demons are making us bored with the Lord.
I’d like to write a christian inspirational book. Then, when it hits the best-seller list, and I’m up there on Oprah with the whole world watching, I’d announce “Psych!”
Buy me a beer!
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I get snoozy when I see a Bible. And I’ve read it from cover to cover. Some nights it was torture but I felt I needed to know what it actually said.
It says a lot more than most people think it says. I think many people would want to ban it if they knew the salacious stories it contained.
It also contained a lot of boring crap.
We can all agree on one thing: There is a ton of boring, contradictory, semi-insane nonsense in the Bible. Presumably, these issues impact other great books of religion. Frankly, I have thought seriously about writing my own ‘bible’ for liberals with some leanings towards spiritualities that faded before Christianity even began. Plus, in the US, whatever I say in there will become part of the freedom of religion debate, thereby nailing the jerks who use the Christian Bible to do nasty things. They’ll have to think twice if there is a ‘religion’ advocating the opposite belief because the courts will be less likely to allow their BS. Just an idea… I’ll have to explore that one post-dissertation, however. [sigh]
I like the demon-attack story. Che’s tidbit about fetish bars, however, sounds much more interesting…
I knew a woman who claimed to wrestle Satan in her car on the way home from work. Not metaphorically. Literally. Old Scratch was in her car with her.
She was Vice President of the bank in our town. I guess a bank’s as good a place to run into the Morningstar as any.
Although she never really said so, we always just assumed she won the fight.
I’ve never wrestled with Satan, but I have wrestled with a Satanist. Well… not wrestling precisely.
Anyway, yes I too have read the bible. Whole damned thing - well I may have skipped a few begats. But I did so for the same reason - I felt like I needed to be better armed than those idiots out there who go around saying “The bible says”, when really they don’t know what it says at all.
I believe Wendy saw you “wrestling” a Satanist and famously asked “What’s the water for?”
The response–to drink.
Wendy didn’t ’see’ me ‘wrestling’ a Satanist. She watched me wrestling a Satanist. And considering you’re the one who answered her question, I reckon you were watching too.
I was on my way through the room to the bathroom at the time. I had to scream into the toilet.
Hey. Sometimes toilets need screaming at.
Thats his story and he’s stickin’ to it.
In fact I believe I said, “Che, come help me scream into the toilet” to which you replied “Can’t. I’m wrestling with a Satanist.”.
Or words to that effect. I could be paraphrasing.
I do believe those were the exact words used. In fact, you may be the only man on earth to have ever uttered the phrase, “Come help me scream into this toilet”. And I may be the only woman on earth to have uttered the phrase, “I can’t, I’m wrestling with a Satanist”.
I believe you may be right about that.
Good times.
Aye.
Alas no toilet screaming or Satanist wrestling these days. Now it is all beignet eating and Don watching.
Not quite as good times.
Ok. Screaming in a toilet. I get that.
But what’s all this about ‘Bible’… ‘Satan’.. Is it something i missed on TV again?
Laibach - JC Superstar… Grrreat! I still ought to get their latest ‘Volk’ album. Only heared it on their gig here. Brilliant songs!