|Comments on Wednesday 31 October 2001:|
|Mantissa: Hate any gods.|
My life is my own.
Ignorance is not my bliss. [00:13]
|That's my personal religion, there. Thanks to Juniper/Mrowrr for supplying the last line, which, while not strictly part of the religion, which was completely summarised in the first two lines, made a better last line than "Very simple, that is all."|
|Rather close to my own religion there. Except that I would go for 'eat' instead of 'hate' in the first line there. I can rarely get up the blood sugar levels to hate anybody. Hell, Christians get to do it - I can't see the point of a God you can't eat. This is what a Catholic upbringing does for you apparently. If you can't eat your God, He's not much of a God is He? Bit of a wimpy God really. I will eat any God presented to me. Unless you worship your great-uncles smelly boots as a God. I am a preying, not a praying, member of the mantissa church. And bollocks to all Protestants with their symbolic eating of God. Do it for real you bastards! And so on. (I am practicing ranting for this NaNoWriMo thing which starts ... Uh ... today actually. Bugger. I'm just glad I find Mr Raven Black registered for this inanity, or I expect I would have had to beat him with brightly coloured pyramids until he'd had enough.)|
|If they are our brothers,|
how come we can't eat them?