Mass Delusion
THE KILLOUGH CHRONICLES
by James Killough
This is a NSFRF post, or Not Safe For Religious Folk. If you love your God, and particularly love him in Mass with a tasty wafer and a wine chaser, read no further.
I will spare you more kindly than the auto da fé treated heretics like me only a relatively few generations ago. The Church’s torture racks, her burning stakes, her sticks and stones did indeed break our bones, but these words won’t actually harm you.
"Dear God, what if they find out I'm a fraud?"
This riff is inspired by a discussion the other day in the comment section of my Sarah Palin post. I sort of feel that I am coming off as being anti-American and blinkeredly pro-European in these posts, but that isn’t the case. Despite growing up in Europe and the years I have spent living in various countries there as an adult, I have as many issues with them as I do with us. It’s just I’m not a European citizen; as a Ghey, I can say whatever I want about homos, but I can’t about blacks because I’m not black. Europeans are also far more self-aware and critical of themselves, sometimes too much. Americans think they’re the shit, and anyone who doesn’t agree can leave. So they need to be taken down a peg or two, have the tires of our Sarah Palin Bus Tour deflated every once in a while.