Stick Day, Year XLV Anno Satanas

    So it's come and gone again, the anniversary of the day a group of morons, in a desperate attempt to avoid getting in trouble for losing a corpse, managed to bullshit everyone into believing some sort of 'miracle' had occurred, and that some dead hippie had been whisked away to heaven, absolving humanity of all sins long before most of said sins had even been thought of, let alone committed. The only real miracle here is that today, almost 2000 years later, there are still vast numbers of brain dead mouth-breather fuckwads who not only believe this crap, but actually pay money for the dubious honor of hearing some aging pedophile in a fancy frock go off about it on a weekly basis. Then they "symbolically" kill the hippie, eat his flesh and drink his blood, before breaking into smaller groups to meet at Denny's and talk about what horrid monsters all those Satanists and Pagans are, oblivious to the fact that good ol' 'Father' O' Buttplug is currently bent, sweating and grunting like a pig in a decathlon, over their trembling, terrified nephew, administering his very own custom made communion: "Sure it hurts, Billy, but at least that Holy Roman Marshmallow Egg will get the taste out of your mouth!" But all your favorite brother's 12 year old son can do is wonder what he's done wrong to merit such atrocious punishment, all the while resigning himself to a lifetime of servitude to the church to atone for his sins. Hey! Wait a minute! Wait just one, greasy, butt-fucking minute here!!! Hadn't he only just been assured that any and all of his sins had already been taken care of by that lost, dead hippie of 2000 years passed? Was this yet another example of the standard hypochristian bullshit spouted by so-called 'men of the cloth'? Men who's sole reason for joining the clergy was the ready, steady supply of preteen boy-butt, coupled with the near impossibility of being caught? Oh, yeah, and the only cloth in evidence around these professional, generational pedophiles is the hankies they use to wipe their pathetic, gooey shots of potential xtians from the frightened faces and painfully stretched assholes of little boys whose only crime was allow themselves to be manipulated and tortured in the name of a supposed 'god' (an even bigger prick than the priests for letting this happen to kids). Ah, their lord sure works in mysterious ways. I guess he has to, to avoid being caught and prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. 


Happy Stick-Day to all our friends (and a rousing "go fuck yourself" to our enemies).


As always, be safe and adiós for now.