Religion


A Scar on My Wrist


Now I know that hardly any of you are going to believe this, but here is a scar on my wrist that I have only recently noticed.

I have no idea how it got there. All I can think is that maybe I brushed against a very small crucifix at some stage, and didn’t notice the burning smell.

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Pil, Universal Head, Cissy Strutt, Nurse Myra and Violet Town, among others, can all endorse the veracity of this if required. But you know everything I report here is true, right?

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Hahahahahahaha! Hahahahahahahahhahahahahaha!

Oh shit, let me just catch my breath.

Hahahahaha! Hahahahaahahhaha!

Allow me to present you with two sentences from abovementioned ‘source’:

A conservative encyclopedia you can trust.

And in the entry on Evolution:

Creationists can cite material showing that there is no real fossil evidence for the macroevolutionary position and that the fossil record supports creationism.

Conservapedia’s front page trumpets:

You will much prefer using Conservapedia compared to Wikipedia if you want concise answers free of “political correctness”.

… to which I would add ‘… or any actual basis in reality’

I propose that the editors should re-think the name of their site and maybe retitle it as ‘Put-Your-Head-In-A-Bag-opedia’

Hahahahahahaha! Hahahahaahaahahaa! Oh look – a handy sandstone block! I think I’ll smash my head against it a few times.

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Special Universal Head Advisory: Pete, don’t go there. It will ruin your day.

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The Secret Key

Some Questions, Some Answers and Some Observations

Sally sent me this today, and I am forced to make the assumption that Sally is in cahoots with Fountain-In-The-City on account of the strikingly similar accomplishments in the field of graphic arts displayed in The Secret Key and The Prophetic Code (of which you will recall I have spoken previously).

Let us begin.

The Questions: (if you feel so inclined, read them out loud in a deep reverberant voice for full effect):

What is The Secret Key?

I don’t know, but judging by the picture it gets you into a room with retina-scorching bright light. I am not entirely sure why this would be desirable.

Did you see the Oprah Show about the Law of Attraction?

No. Unless it was the one where Tom Cruise went bananas jumping up and down on the couch. I’ve seen that one. Is that typical of the level of credibility of Oprah shows?

Have you seen the movies The Secret or What the Bleep?

No. But I am familiar with the kind of dopey pseudo-science claptrap they peddle. Does that help?

Some Observations:

OK, this is what I deduce from a semiotic reading of this image: The man in the picture is definitely in need of The Secret Key. At least, he really needs to get into the room with the all the Persil-level luminance since he’s evidently having a lot of trouble making out his Ancient Wisdom by the light of a solitary candle. The hourglass is telling me that he’s running out of time, and the globe of the world under his arm obviously indicates a trip to foreign climes, perhaps to join forces with Tom Cruise on one of L. Ron Hubbard’s old ships to look for hidden treasure. The thing in the top left of frame looks suspiciously like a mandrake root and from this I conclude he intends (once he has some decent lighting) to make an homonculus. He possibly intends the homonculus to be interviewed by Oprah.

Aha! The whole thing falls into place! It’s so frighteningly clear that I knew exactly what I would see when I clicked on the link!

Did you?

1 Corinthians 6:

‘Neither the sexually immoral nor idolaters nor adulterers nor male prostitutes nor homosexual offenders nor thieves nor the greedy nor drunkards nor slanderers nor swindlers will inherit the kingdom of God’

I guess that rules out Just. About. Everyone.

The Prophetic Code

Dear Fountain-In-The-City,

Thank you so much for dropping this marvellous leaflet in my letterbox. Yes, please I really want to have true happiness. I wish to be no longer like the sad childless woman in left of frame, gazing gloomily from within a haze of ominous Hebrew text into a cold grey light. I want instead to be like the happy happy woman pointing at something happy off in the distance. And if I could have a baby that would be even better.

I can tell in my heart of hearts, my new friends at Fountain-In-The-City, that with your grasp of vaguely Medieval fonts and promise of FREE Study Guides + Bible, you plainly have the Key to the Amazing Code that will make me feel Safe. I know that more cynical observers will say that you’re trading on the popular success of The Da Vinci Code but that is just a coincidence, right? (your astonishing graphic design talents alone mark you as original thinkers!).

So, Fountain-In-The-City, please send me your study guides so that I may become happy and fruitful with child, and also that I may understand what the fuck a Red Chinese Dragon has to do with anything,

Yours Sincerely,

Hayley Suggestibull.

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This trash tract courtesy of Universal Head. Visit Headless Hollow and get his take on this too!

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Satan Claws

I’m going to be away for a few days over the Festive Season so I thought I’d take this opportunity to wish all the readers of The Cow a Very Merry Yule and all the Best Things for the coming year.

Thank you all for your laughs, your wit and your wisdom over the past year (if not your atrocious ambitious poetry), and for your great company in this big ol’ Blogosphere. I hope Satan Santa sees fit to fill your stockings with things other than sharp objects, cigarette lighters, gel liquids or anything else that might be challenging to get through airport security.

Maybe candy. Candy’s safe. I think. Except for that exploding stuff.

Merry Christmas! Feliz Navidad! Joyeux Noel! Natale hilare et Annum Faustum! Merry Keshmish! Chung Mung Giang Sinh! Meri Kirihimete! Gledileg Jol!

(Oh – and make sure you tune in tomorrow for a Happy Happy Joy Joy Christmas Tale to get you into the mood…)

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