It is a fortunate thing that no god-peddlers have found their way to the Curmudgeon's door at his new residence. I am just NOT in the mood for their brand of bullshit. The more organized the religion gets, the more it sprouts a fundamentalist wing, the more fucked that religion gets. Worse than fucked, these lousy ghouls transmogrify into fuckering- just becoming associated with their sleaze and hypocrisy turns the follower into a fucker, too.
And it is hard to get more fuckering than these 'prosperity doctrine' fundie nutbags. God wants such foul creatures not only as prophets but to make personal profit from hawking their watery holy snake-oil. By giving up your 'love offerings' to the Fat Cat in the pulpit, he'll pray real hard for the Big Guy in the clouds to trickle down some wealth to the really faithful. When these sleazebag god-pimps get called to the carpet for fleecing their flocks, though, they'll summon even more chutzpah to claim that their financial records belong to God.
Think I'm kidding you, sunshine? The above is the exact defense offered by Kenneth Copeland when the Senate Finance Committee had some questions about his Mammon-hordes.
No word if Mac 'God doesn't want me to eat cold pancakes' Hammond is one board with this defense or not. Astute readers may recall that ole Mac is bestest buddies with Michele 'The Breeder' Bachmann- buddies enough to let her deliver stump speeches from the pulpit during Sunday services. Maybe Hammond is counting on a different set of hands to deliver him, but he better hurry. November is coming up.
Bastards. Every last damn one of 'em. Here's hoping they all get to be reminded that rendering unto Caesar isn't just an optional activity...
In other events, a burglar managed to liberate some of the flocked relics from an archbishop's house. Or, at least, one of the archbishop's houses. Cool. Maybe that way the loot will actually do some people a lick of good. For far, far too long, the Catholic Church has been way too able to consolidate wealth. The actual scale of this is outright obscene, really, and damn doubly so when these same wads make such twaddling mewls about comforting the afflicted.
If one really wants to find a moral in the story about the burgled archbishop, maybe it's that the Lord helps them who help themselves.
Oh, and finally, Norm 'the Windsock' Coleman's sweetheart deal living in the basement of his buddy and political operative gained an ethics complaint. Now we know at least ONE of the parties with whom Windsock Coleman has been bedding, and it ain't his greenscreened Stepford Wife. The Curmudgeon thinks the time has come for the Windsock to blow outta power.
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