The
Nutty Redeemer
Note: Due to a medical dilemma (not mine) my time at the
art table is going to be severely limited for the foreseeable
future, a week or two, maybe less. I have a dear friend who
is having surgery that will temporarily incapacitate her
so I'm away playing the part of Florence Nightingale as long
as it's necessary. So I'm not screwing around. I'm screwing
around with a reason.
So, for now, please enjoy this classic
'toon, and its associated rant,
from the
hoary
bowels
of
2013.
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A
recent news story reported that a Costco store had accidentally
labeled a few Bibles as "Fiction", whereupon a
legion of pious wheels began to squeak menacingly. Faced
with a possible religious rebellion management quickly fixed
the error by re-labeling them as "Snuff porn".
In my dreams, of course.
There are those who vehemently declare that the Bible is
a book of historical fact, forgetting that central characters
like Moses, for example, left no record of having ever existed.
Nor can archeologists find any evidence of such religiously-significant
events as the Exodus. Throw in the entirety of both Genesis
AND Revelations and you have to be drinking at least forty
days and forty nights worth of Kool-Aid to not understand
why someone might question the Bible's veracity.
As my grandma never said, "You can put puppies in the
oven but that don't make 'em biscuits."
To be fair, Bibles ought to be stocked under more categories
than just "Religion". Like "Infant Care",
since it offers information on dashing your children against
rocks (Psaml 137:9). Or "Romance", since it has
such good advice on how many shekels you should pay the father
of your rape victim, subsequently taking her as your wife.
(Deuteronomy 22:28)
Personally, I think it belongs in "Fine Arts" as
its meaning is in the eye of the beholder. You know, like
a Jerry Lewis movie.
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Final topical note: Screw you, Scott Adams!
=Lefty=
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