Thursday

Come over here where the archbishop can't hear us...

Oh great day! Ecce BBC London News this very fine morning! Today that fucking scouse megaphone pest is up in court for causing offence and upset to virtually all and sundry! I almost don't care if he gets done for it or not, it's almost enough that he has to stand in front of a judge and keep his gob shut for five minutes. Almost. See, there is a god. But he's on the phone to his wife right now, I can put you through to his voicemail if you like. Now might be a good time to start praying, eh Mr. Kirk? But what will you pray for? Will you pray to your god that you'll leave court today without a judgment against you, or do you dare pray for justice? That way we'd really find out if you're a sinner or a winner, eh?
The appeal for justice is the witches' prayer, the appeal from the flames. And a witch knows in themselves whether that justice will be a torrential downpour to put out the fire, or a good strong wind to take the village with them. I know who I am, and what I have done. As to Mr. Megaphone, he'll have to wait until he dies and St. Peter marks his paper.
Logic dictates that every day he goes out and makes false statements and causes offence to people he's one step further from heaven. Render unto Caesar what is due to Caesar, which over here in this pseudo democracy of ours means the law, which is set by the government elected by the people. As a Christian his respect is due not only to the law, which says you may not slander groups or individuals (my husband for example was spontaneously singled out on appearance and facial expression as a "typical sinner", and similarly harangued at high volume in the street. Due to el scouser's inability to prove this not unfair assumption, this is slander), but to the people who through the government they elect represent the authority behind that law. Each and every one of them. My inclination is that further to this god bothering (which in his case must be understood in the same way as you would understand the phrase 'sheep bothering') is unlikely to win you any brownie points.
Having been denied seeing him get a quality doing by the Hari Krishnas, which would have been my preferred response to my appeal for justice, let me just say for the record that I hope the cunt gets an ASBO banning him from the entirity of zone one, and is required by the judge to do some weeks of community service, one week with each of as many non-Christian religious charities as can be found. When he has spent his time with non-Christians doing something to make peoples lives better rather than spending his time out on the street doing harm, we'll see if he keeps his opinion that only a Christian can be a good person. My sincere hope is that he'll realise if he really cares about our souls, he should pray for them, rather than scream abuse at us.
Looks like rain...

2 Comments:

At Friday, June 17, 2005, Blogger meg said...

Aw... how could your husband be a typical sinner? He's as cute as a button!

 
At Tuesday, June 21, 2005, Blogger I'm Over The Moon said...

Exactly!

 

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