Of Religious Stains
Y'know, it isn't that I'm angry at religion. Upon reflection, it never really has been.
In reality, I'm frustrated with it. Like being frustrated with a naughty dog that won't stop pissing on your carpet, making you get the "Oust" every couple of hours and get on your knees to scrub the disgusting little puddle out before it's too late. And really? It already is.
That piss stain, much like the metaphorical stains left by the inane acts of most organized religious groups, are there to stay. Sometimes you can barely see them, you have to look close. But other times, it's kind of like a shit stain on a white plush carpet.
That carpet isn't white anymore. It's a stylish tan marble.
At any rate, because I'm not really in the mood to have a huge rant about this tonight, the church picketing Heath Ledger's funeral for "promoting homosexuality" needs to step the fuck off their high horses before someone knocks them off.
Just sayin'.
In reality, I'm frustrated with it. Like being frustrated with a naughty dog that won't stop pissing on your carpet, making you get the "Oust" every couple of hours and get on your knees to scrub the disgusting little puddle out before it's too late. And really? It already is.
That piss stain, much like the metaphorical stains left by the inane acts of most organized religious groups, are there to stay. Sometimes you can barely see them, you have to look close. But other times, it's kind of like a shit stain on a white plush carpet.
That carpet isn't white anymore. It's a stylish tan marble.
At any rate, because I'm not really in the mood to have a huge rant about this tonight, the church picketing Heath Ledger's funeral for "promoting homosexuality" needs to step the fuck off their high horses before someone knocks them off.
Just sayin'.