SUNDAY SERMON with the REVER-END DILLINGER FLAIKWAITER
Good and fine Sunday morning to you all, my most favored children. I will speak to you on this most holy of days about love, about kindness, charity, and faith. Out of love, kindness is born and as the child of love grows, charity becomes the nature of life and faith is born each day in the hearts of the believing child. The church is a creation of man, whereas faith/spirituality is the creation of the Lord God Almighty. We must be wary of the church for it is with this use of guilt that the most evil of places can become the heart of mankind. Trust this, my children, for as you are born with not a need other than the suckle of the tit, you die with naught but the need for like suckle. Is this not true? We are kept in line (the relatively sane ones among us) by rules created to bequeeth to us the peace of doing as we are told in a most righteous fashion. Is this not the truth? Do we grow old and lose the suckled tit or do we seek it as men for the rest of our lives? God is our tit and so must be suckled in the most feared art and fashion. You must have fear, for without it you are not to be contolled. Is this not the truth?
Listen, my children, to the still small voice of your spirit, that which screams to you and is left as a waif, unheard and ignored. This is the voice of God, of the desire to be with some creature greater than ourselves which we cannot understand other than to look to the leaders and the herds that follow, for that is what we are; herds of aimless children seeking a righteous leader to quell our fears and acknowledge each our greatness and likeness to the Lord God Almight, as we were and are fashioned in his likeness. Makes you wonder, does it not? We are physical likenesses of God, not of the lower creatures that roam with no conscience and have nothing to lose but life. We, on the other hand, are blessed with immortal life as is our most loving God. Is this not the truth? Makes you wonder, I should think. It does me for damned sure. So kiddos, we are the likeness of the Lord, yet not of his spirit or immortal concept. We are his Jerry Mahoneys and Knucklehead Smiffs, the Charlie Macarthys to his Bergan. We are as the wood, dead, not of the Godly, alive forever and all-knowing as He. Makes ya wonder? It sure as hell does me!
So, in closing, ignore the chastizing of the righteous and seek the peace of the unknowing evil doer. There simply is no God. He was created to placate the idiots, to control and beget mammon. There is no God, so go out to the throngs and show love, charity, kindness and faith. For if there is no God, you shall be rewarded in the egocentrictic foibles not understandable by the minions of the power mongers. You shall prove that love, kindness, charity and faith are an indemic sickness in the heart of the beast. There but for the grace of God is our mind, our brain, our need to conjure the spirit to irradicate hatred, evil and such. Or what the hell.
MAYBE THERE IS A GOD WHO CHUCKLES AT HIS DUMMIES OR EVEN HOLDS THEM CLOSE WITH ARMS OF LOVE AS HE TORTURES HIS HERD!
ME? GIMME FOUR FINGERS OF GLEN LIVET AND LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!
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