Just call me Pope Impius
The following is the entirety of a blog entry by a man of very serious mien... VERY SERIOUS!
"THE RUSSIAN GOLGOTHA by Vladimir Moss. Definitely a book you will want to acquire as part of the growing body of literature on the unsung holocaust against the Christians of Russia."
I did make one impertinent comment on an earlier, equally serious post of his, and I kind of felt bad, because I don't think he is looking for frivolity.
I forbore from the comment that immediately came to mind. That is, I forbore from making it there, on his blog. I shan't forbear here:
If the story of the Russian Holocaust needs to be set to music, it probably ought not to be by a hip hop artist. I'm thinking Barry Manilow could write the songs.
See? That's impious and if there were a humorless God, He'd get me.
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Very brave of you, bananas. Offering yourself as human sacrifice in case the Big Guy doesn't have a sense of humor at all.
That's admirable, but if I were you I'd look out for stray lightning bolts.
Ah, Fair Hope, there is a whole science to lightning bolts; they don't 'stray.'
Not that I understand the science of lightning bolts, but I have accumulated a modicum of common sense and thusly I do not fear lightning bolt immolation.
And thank you for a blog topic!
I know for a fact that God has a sense of humor. My proof: human beans.
Your Nibship, using Human Beans to prove the existence of god doesn't say much for god.
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