Saturday, May 20, 2006

The Call is Coming from Inside the House! Get Out Now!

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More proof of insanity bolstered by Christianity, this time from "I Anonymous," a feature of the Stranger Weekly.

To the lost soul who is my new roommate: You think I'm some kind of cool punk chick, but you've got a Christian in your house. Just because someone has tattoos and dyed hair and looks like a pagan doesn't mean she's not a shepherd who has been sent to bring you salvation. Little by little, I will bring you around. I'll start by some subtle conversation starters. It's as innocent as leaving a Bible on the table. I will guide you from your simple curiosity about me (I think you are attracted to me, but I only want a Christian man), to having a profound theological discussion, to questioning the value of your own life without God in it. My walk with the Lord is righteous, even though I may look like I'm just taking a walk on the wild side. The Lord works in mysterious ways.

Anonymous


Good job, girl. Sell Jesus with your body, and your costume/trap. You seem to think you're Our fucking Lady herself. I think you're seriously ill. I wonder what she would think if I tried my best to "look christian" and paint my face up like a tart in order to lure a christian away from his beloved faith? Perhaps it might work, but the difference is that I am not a willing slave to my insanity. I prefer living for myself, thank you very much. How absolutely tragic.

2 comments:

Steve said...

Even though I don't even know the guy she's talking about, I think I can say that she's in for quite an awakening, when her plan fails miserably.

breakerslion said...

Let's see, which would I prefer... a bible on my table or a horse's head in my bed....

I guess on balance the Bible, but only because it has a higher BTU value. I don't know why some Christians think the Bible is a magic talisman. I own several, and I have read them. I remain convinced that it is a self-serving, contradictory work of evil-minded fiction. If someone left one on my coffee table as some sort of subtle message, they might return to find that a wooden stake had been driven into it.