(hat tip to Pharyngula)
I wish I could come up with some truly memorable commentary on this particular obscenity - it bears all the earmarks of the remarkable craziness of religion. Satanic conspiracies, declarations of imagined victories, them 'durn evul libruls', baby-killing, the whole shebang.
I can't tell if it's satire, or seriousness. If the former, hilarious, if the latter, well, there's a whole lotta empty straitjackets that are missing their owners.
If your eyes are used to such madness, then it's fun reading. Otherwise, it'll come as a shock, even to the irreverent, jaded lot we've all come to be.
A metaphorical shower would suit me around now.
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Anyone who can't spot this as satire has a seriously broken satire meter! This sounds like a Chick tract in text form! The further I read the more I laughed.
Well, I thought so too at first, but it goes on for hours.
That takes a serious amount of stamina, pretending to those lengths.
Gotta be satire.
Right?
Please?
I dunno, karen. Maybe it's being blogged from Bellevue?
satire.
the stamina comment is absolutely spot on tho...who could bear to do that for so long?
Hey, garth2, how are you?
The vote is in, then: satire.
Tho I'm still glancing at it in askance, sideways.
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