As anyone who is close to me can tell you, I have a real mischievous side to me. This subversive bent served me well when I was drawing underground comix.
I live in a neighborhood with quite a few fundamentalist Christians. They’re not bad folks, really. None of them seem to be like the priests who prey on kids (that perverse predatory behavior is now being blamed on the moral looseness of the 1960s, according to the Los Angeles Times. The 60s? Really? Pathetic.).
I am very tempted to buy one of those huge plastic trumpet horns that people blow during sports events.
On Saturday I could walk down my street, give a big long blast on the horn (for the “Gabriel’s Horn” effect), conceal the horn and then have my Christian neighbors sign over their homes to me. Why in the heck would they need a house if The Rapture is coming?
I could give a house to each of my kids and turn one into a new studio!
Just a thought (a naughty thought, I know).
The Rapture is coming on Saturday. Honestly, I have heard of few things so stupid. I’m laughing today; I’ll be laughing on Sunday.
I don’t laugh, though, when those same folks try to ban Evolution from textbooks and replace that vital, valuable info with Intelligent Design (does the use of “Intelligent” in that phrase qualify it as an oxymoron?) text. Oh, brother.
We are all witnesses to the dumbing down of America.
PS: If there is a Rapture, though, could everyone leaving please each take a birther and a Bin Laden’s-Still-Alive nut with them? Thanks! Or is what I’m asking redundant?