a few words
National Prayer Breakfast. Google it, ‘cos, frankly, I can’t be arsed to link.
A few more words: “Where’s the fiction on Friday?”
An answer: Google “National Prayer Breakfast”. Click on the ‘images’ section. Ask yourself to provide some reaons why you feel comfortable and happy living your life whilst the leaders of the western world agree that the best way to deal with an onslaught of violent fundamentalism by one of the Splinters of the Alah-Mosaic-Judaeo-Christian-Potter gang wage war on those of us who have decided to move our spirituality beyond “You can’t put that in your mouth; it’s filthy,” by bowing their heads over eggs Benedict and Orange Juice.
* Not that I have a problem with anyone from the Alah-Mosaic-Judaeo-Christian-Potter. So long as they allow me to follow the teachings of, and found a tax-exempt church of, Dorian Gray. Hey, he’s a principal character in a now public domain piece of probable autobiogrphical writing, who shares more than just an initial with my Decadently Fabulous Hubbie. And if they can turn a quite clearly fictional series of short stories concerning a man with a difficult child (And who hasn’t wanted to slash a brats throat at some point), a nice Jewish boy with m’mother issues, and your typical ‘Lots of desert, lots of hallucinations, lots of thoushaltnots, into a reason for hastening the end of time for the rest of us, I can quite clearly expect an opportunity for putting forward the concept of
Love thy neighbour so long as he’s pretty; and if he’s not, and hasn’t the decency to hide behind an ugly-burkah, slap him with a shovel and shove him behind the picture of Pope Bennie the Nazi in the attic.
 Am I rambling? Leave a comment…..