Thursday Night Fatigue (or No, I'm not Slandering Tonight)

Sorry folks, there's no slander this week.
Why?
First of all, my wife is really sick. I'm officially on hair-holding duty. She didn't even get out of bed today, which means she's really sick. I'm overly macho, but my wife is a workaholic. She feels she HAS to go to work. She was going to try, but as she sat up, her stomach told her, "Lie back down, bitch!"
She has estimated her stomach has emptied eight times today. I was at work for three of those.
As such, there wasn't anytime for me to craft my slander. Plus, I wasn't really feeling it this week.
I thought about smacking Pat Robertson around, but Worm has that covered quite nicely. Still, Pat Robertson: You're an ASS!
This got me thinking though. A colleague of mine is extremely religious. So much so that this person's family does not celebrate Halloween (it's evil, dammit!), but actually dresses up and goes to church celebrates All Saints Day.
I offended this colleague today when I heard this person (I am avoiding the person's sex to tip off who it is) talking about how God is punishing the world, and Revelations is happening now.
Sigh.
Annoyed, I said what I have told anyone who has ever asked me my opinion on the bible.
"Revelations is the only chapter that takes place in the future. It is told by someone more or less anonymous and was written as if it would occur the day after the pen was put down. In my honest opinion (yes, notice I'm still in quotes here), Revelations is nothing more than an acid trip.
Someone bit down on some Wacky Weed or drink the funky Kool-Aid and saw serpents, seven-eyed lambs, etc."
That's right. I think it's all a chemical induced vision. I once got so drunk my cats talked to me. Should I stone them to death now?
If you want to believe in the Bible as a literal piece, that's your business and more power to you. However, if I don't want to, leave me alone. Don't tell me, "You'll burn in Hell." That just makes me want to make more comments about how, oh I don't know, Jesus can't be a blue-eyed white man. Look at his descriptions people. He was born in the middle-east, had nappy (my word, theirs is hair like wool) hair. Face it. NOT A WHITE MAN!
Look, the bottom line is this: Pat Robertson said what he said about Ariel Sharon for publicity. Most people have never heard of Robertson. Most people also can't identify who the 37th President was (uh, who is Nixon, Alex?), which means Robertson has to be controversial to get press. He once said, "Sharon is a good friend." Now he says God no like Ariel.
Press, Press, Press. There's no such thing as bad publicity, right O.J?
I'll leave you with this tonight as I must tend to my wife.
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I think my next slander piece is going to have to be about WCCO's new set.
I gotta go, I'm being beckoned to hold hair.
Namaste.