Sorry, I know it’s Sunday, but an earlier conversation has brought on a Pope rant.
In March, His Nazi-ness declared that Hell was an actual place.
He claimed people had forgotten about the ‘Inferno’ but it definitely existed and people go there for eternity.
Ok.
This month, he has changed the teaching on Limbo.
Just like that, because he said so, it doesn’t exist anymore.
Limbo is the place unbaptised babies and children go because their ‘Original Sin’ had not been expunged. All the ‘good’ people in the Old Testament are there too.
So, The Church, with the help of St Augustine, made up the concept Limbo.
Not in heaven, (but if you pray or pay enough, they can be got out),
not in Hell either.
So one ‘Made Up’ place doesn’t exist anymore and one does?
Makes you wonder what all those Nuns who pray for the Souls in Limbo will do now.
Start praying for ‘Vocations’, I suppose, not much danger of them praying for fucking ‘Sense‘, is there?
Not to worry, another generation or two and things will have to change.
They will have to start looking at the idea of ‘married’ clergy.
Check out how many Religious Orders, male and female, have ‘Associate’ members. People with faith but who, for various reasons, don’t want to join up.
It would be interesting to see how many of these people are in the closet.
My money is it being on over 50%. Experience would also back this up!
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Well as leader of my own cross-faith religion, I am hereby declaring that on this 22nd day of April two thousand and seven, Father Christmas is real, the Easter Bunny also, as is the Tooth Fairy, Donny Darko's Rabbit and the Sock Gnome.
All members of my religion shall henceforth have a public holiday in recognition of each of these characters once a year.
Donny Darko's Rabbit shall have two.
Father Christmas's day shall be separate from Christmas itself because that's what I have decided.
Anyone choosing to avoid Hell may do so by embracing Father Christmas. I will of course accept retroactive (ie post-mortem) transfers.
Splendid!
I'll join as long as it doesn't involve getting wet or any kind of minor surgery.
I would also like to suggest a few additions to your pantheon of 'Schnee Saints'.
Papa Smurf and Popeye.
I embraced a Father Christmas at Hamley's as a child.
He had a strange aroma, I'd rather not do it again.
To qualify for popehood one must be cetifiably senile, and Natzinger has a bad dose.
I'm still spitting fucking nails over the Prada shoes.
Most of the time he is in a dress that cover his feet and the rest of it he is being carried!
Wanker.
Papa Smurf is in, but in the interests of equal opps, we can only have Popeye so long as Olive Oil is in too, AND she's got to have a bit of a makeover, she's got to fem up.
No minor surgery involved, although I may try to find some transgender Saint.
Olive's in but she has got to live in a house with Betty Boop..
If ever there was a Butch/Femme thing going on, it is there!
Transgender saint is going to take a bit of thinking about!...
Ooh, what's this about Prada shoes?
DO they get their own public holiday too?
I had an encounter with Father Christmas once in Gamages of London. It involved a Parrot, a bloody huge parrot being shoved on my arm and a commemorative photo. You just can't do that sort of thing to small children and think that they won't be changed...
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