I've been off work for almost a month, saying up til 3 or 4 am most nights, just so I can catch Peter Popoff's "sermons" about his religious craziness and "Divine Transfers". He rants about mailing people this "Miracle Manna", "God" told Peter the recipe...10 tabs of acid, flour, baking soda, and just a sprinkle of crack cocaine. It's a "miracle cracker" and he's going to mail it to you with some special instructions (read...God says send me your money. Dig deep bitches.). Then good old Peter Popoff will pray for "God" to send you a large cheque. "Praise Jesus! A Divine Transfer will come your way. Amen..". I laugh every time I see his little bullshit show, it's the same one every night. Alas, I never tire of watching that level of insanity. It may have something to do with all the crackheads shouting about Jesus and money, while crying and sweating like whores in church...which they may be.
(in case you sleep at night here's link to a 41 second bit about the "power" of the miracle cracker..... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P4_CYVGN15E )
What is the mental state of the people who believe this garbage? Further, what kind of moron eats crackers they get in the mail? Has humankind reached a new level of stupidity? Or is it just the insanely religious who have lost most of their brain function?
Maybe I'm sour on religion due to my Grandfather being the captain of crazy-as-they-come Born-Again Christians or maybe my IQ is a little too high, even while sleep deprived. Either way, I'm damn happy not to be one of the shepherds sheep, I really prefer being the wolf.
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probably right on both counts........hmmm
Bad news, girl. You DO NOT wanna be One of the Wolves. Why? You'll be cast-out of Heaven through your own will power. Turn around. Follow Christ. Be in the Light, girl. Believe-you-me, even I was an agnostic for about ten years following our accident; I know it's difficult to follow God, but Hell is muuuch worse... for eternity. No, you don't want THAT (besides, this life is only, like, 88ish years?) Just repent and believe, miss gorgeous, and then VOILA!! I can kiss your adorable feets Upstairs before going to my BIG-ol, kick-ass, party-hardy celebrating our resurrection for maaany eons. Who wouldn't want that? Love you. Love you. Love you. And if you finally went downstairs following Satan's lies? I'd be reeeeelly pissed. I wouldn't be able to serve you, miss gorgeous girl. See? HeeHee Be at peace, missy. Soon, we'll be Upstairs away from all the violence and grief. See ya soon. God bless you.
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