Happy Valentine’s Day, Christofascist Fucktwits!
As many of you probably know, the American Taliban, Catholic Division, has launched a Holy War against Amanda of Pandagon, Melissa of Shakespeare’s Sister, and indeed anyone who dares to point out that their idiotic religion is a nothing but a load of white hot sticky jism.
I’ll have more to say on this later, but for now I’m just going to bring back my Valentine’s Day post from last year as my Very Special Gift to Bill Donohue. Enjoy:
Jesus really, really wants you to be his Valentine.
10 Responses to “Happy Valentine’s Day, Christofascist Fucktwits!”
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will says:
It is scary how much influence the crazy Christian right has. Some crazy guy called a sports radio show the other day, ranting about how there is only one true god who has commanded that gays are evil.
I couldnt believe how long they let him spout off on the radio.
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Paul Tergeist says:
Didn’t this happen once before with Galileo? But then, what can you expect from a religion that approves of man-on-boy buggery?
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Paul Tergeist says:
Is Kate Phillips a tool of the patriarchy too?
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Infidel says:
Happy Valentine’s day because love abounds and a day recognizing that is a day that sings.
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ehj2 says:
Basically, yeah.
What Infidel said.
Love to ya all. Yesterday, today, tomorrow, the next day, the day after that, plus one more, plus one more than that … etc.
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Paul Tergeist says:
Love to ya all. Yesterday, today, tomorrow, the next day, the day after that, plus one more, plus one more than that … etc.
-FrenchieIt isn’t the sixties anymore, you beatnik!
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Jeff says:
Paul said:
It isn’t the sixties anymore, you beatnik!Thanks for waking me up. I must have been in some kind of trance, or something. But you’re absolutely right, I just checked my calendar, and it is, in reality, 1984. Hmmmm….why does that sound familiar?
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ehj2 says:
Dear Paul,
I was in Hawaii for three years as an old teenager during the sixties. At that time, you could still load up a volkswagon bus with cases of food and fruity wine and sleeping bags and go the beach for an all night party.
There’s nothing like standing ankle-deep in warm water at the edge of the sea, watching the stars reel from both their own motion and the encouragement of a happy belly full of new wine, while being in the depths of your first solid love, and knowing, in a moment, you will turn and go back to her because she just called your name in a voice that promises an endless kiss.
The sixties were very good to me. I hope you had your own perfect moment in time.
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Paul Tergeist says:
At that time, you could still load up a volkswagon bus with cases of food and fruity wine and sleeping bags and go the beach for an all night party.
-FrenchyYou still can. I can’t party all night anymore, but it’s paradise, even now.
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Michelle says:
I saw this article at a local news publication website and thought that I would share it with you. http://www.ledger-enquirer.com.....707897.htm It is terrifying to think that there are actually people who believe this stuff.
