Sheeeeyut, where were these oh-so-observant idiots when the charismatic movement took over almost ALLLLL of the protestant churches?
Dude, you can't go into a single fucking STORE in this state (with the obvious exception of Bourbon Street and certain blocks of St. Ann in NOLA) without seeing JEEEEEBUS shit everyfucking where. Actually, around here, the black protestants/pentecostals around here are WAYYYYYY more obnoxious about it --- you can't even get check-out at Mickey D's without "Have a Blessed Day" being shouted at you, and EVERY OTHER CAR has some pseudo-license plate about their "SAVIOR" or "JEEBUS" or "GAWD" and so on and so forth. The crackers think that they're a little more subtle about it. Yeah, they have more t-shirts with little "witty"(ha!) sayings and graphics, and fewer bumperstickers (except for the 200-year-old catholic widows who drive Continentals), but the rednecks put their shit out there in such an obnoxious fashion, it makes you want to ram them with your pickup, whether they're driving or on foot.
Okay, it makes ME want to ram them with my pickup, but I can't be the ONLY ONE.
This isn't a "cottage industry." This shit is HUUUUUGE. A lot of it is stuff produced in somebody's garage, and sold in beauty salons and unisex clothing shops --- but it ain't new. Travel to New Orleans sometime... you can't turn a BLOCK without somebody trying to sell you Jeebus. (Again, excepting Bourbon & most of St. Ann.)
And is it just me, or do you think that maybe, just maybe, Ashton Kutcher is probably being IRONIC with the Jesus Is My Homeboy shirts? Face it --- the boy is about as deep as dog spit. He can't help it, he's a 27-year-old Murkin male. At least he's a Democrat... *sigh* But since all the Younger Set in Hollywood are so cutesy over the whole "White Trash In The 1970s" look, what with "trucker caps" and all that shit --- it's probably got a lot more to do with fashion than faith.
You really can't argue with the laws spelled out in Leviticus.
I don't even wanna know what "Banana Split Boy" means, but if it has something to do with your weekends at Guckert's, well, I hope that you give KC the exclusive.
Ahhhh, yes, Leviticus... Best instructions for selling your daughters into slavery ever written.
I've always sort of dug Exodus...
This is how you shall eat it: your loins girded, your sandals on your feet, and your staff in your hand; and you shall eat it hurriedly.
Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
For some reason, when you say it, KC, I feel all dirty... And not even in a GOOD way!
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