The Christian’s Bible is a drug store. Its contents remain the same; but the medical practice changes…The world has corrected the Bible. The church never corrects it; and also never fails to drop in at the tail of the procession- and take the credit of the correction. During many ages there were witches. The Bible said so. the Bible commanded that they should not be allowed to live. Therefore the Church, after eight hundred years, gathered up its halters, thumb-screws, and firebrands, and set about its holy work in earnest. She worked hard at it night and day during nine centuries and imprisoned, tortured, hanged, and burned whole hordes and armies of witches, and washed the Christian world clean with their foul blood.
Then it was discovered that there was no such thing as witches, and never had been. One does not know whether to laugh or to cry…..There are no witches. The witch text remains; only the practice has changed. Hell fire is gone, but the text remains. Infant damnation is gone, but the text remains. More than two hundred death penalties are gone from the law books, but the texts that authorized them remain.
– “Bible Teaching and Religious Practice,” Europe and Elsewhere
Bill and I kind of compete for the big acts, and I was proud of him for landing this one. He’s not a fan, but knows enough that if he lands the big boys, it gets mad attention and publicity.
What a dream to shoot these guys, whether a fan or not. They are all over the place, and their level of entertainment is through the roof.
This Wednesdog is brought to you by Sam and Anna, Jude C’s pups.
You may think this is just your average, run-of-the mill lie in the grass session, but Sam and Anna just saved the town of Montreal from utter and complete destruction by disarming a nuclear weapon planted by terrorists who hate Canada’s red headed “French”-speaking, stepchild.
After the panting-induced hours pouring over the ticking time bomb, Sam told Anna to clip the red wire — indicated by the written word on the plastic, not by the color — with only 2 seconds left on the clock.
“Phew,” said Sam. “That was a close one.”
And that’s how Jude was able to send this picture in for Wednesdog, and not because he was on a walk and told them to lie down for a quick photo.
I mean, that would be pathetic.
Another wing-ding zinger from Pat Robertson, this time on how we’re getting punished for sins through drought and weather.
I’m running through my usual blogs and news sites and it just occurred to me, no matter what you do, no matter what I do, everyone is part of a hate group.
I legitimately don’t hate Christians. But I really don’t like Christianity — or any religion — at all.
I’m sure my Christian friends don’t necessarily hate me. But they hate the shit I write about or say about the things they hold dear.
But this realization that everyone seems to be associated with hate, it’s really dampening the definition of hate.
Pretty soon, we’ll all realize that hate needs an upgrade. Hate will have a definition like “bad” did in the 80s. It assumed the opposite of its traditional meaning.
Hate will soon need a plus sign after it. Or a decimal point with numbers following it. You might hate.001 a dog pooping on your lawn but you hate.566 ignorance and hate.999 abortionists, or something like that.
The next time you tell me what you hate, please be specific.
That way I know the exact level of your hate.
“Todd Akin is the victim of forceable assault.”
Hey Bryan Fischer! The whistling from the wind between your ears is particularly loud today.
My dad sent me this article in Jewish World Review on the topic. You can check it out. One of my favorite lines (Mecklenburg is the target of criticism for the misinformation):
Finally, Mecklenburg said it was likely that the rapists — because of “frequent masturbation” — were unlikely to be fertile themselves.
The video is from Christian Nightmares.