Among my many selfless, patriotic and noble endeavors, probably the one in which I take the most pride is my half-assed semi-regular attempt to extract $82 billion worth of benefits from the Religion-Industrial-Complex on behalf of atheist U.S. taxpayers. I do this not only to counter the appalling injustice of $82 billion yearly taxpayer subsidies to the R-I-C, but also because I thoroughly enjoy mocking one particular church sign in the small town in Northern Maryland where my mother lives. Okay, I’m probably (definitely) motivated more by the latter than the former, but so fucking what? That just means this exercise is chock full of WIN. :D
Last week, here stood the aforementioned sign in all its glory.
TRINITY WORSHIP 9&11
To be fair, this is not exactly the church sign person’s best work. IMHO their best work is when the sign mocks itself, and I don’t have to do anything but point at it. But what struck me about the message is this god’s display of classic red flags for abuse. (And not for the first time, either.) He sounds like the (equally mythical) drug pusher, deliberately creating in the first place the very problem that only he can solve. It’s a douche move.
Still, for some reason I just cannot be arsed to put any effort whatsoever into mocking it. :|
Oh look! It’s happy hour!