Mike Malloy just DARED Jesus to flip the switch!

We are all screwed if it has come down to this!

among us, and Mike is right....

daring jesus to care all those fundies to whereever they are supposed to go.

personally I think jesus is messing with the fundies with this rapture thing. He's going to take them out, but then come down to party with the rest of us.

but a deity is like a unicorn - a term for a non-existing non-thing.

just not in the way you think.


"Everything's true. God's an astronaut, Oz is over the rainbow, Midian is where the monsters live, and you came here to die." - Peloquin, Clive Barker's Nightbreed.

Maybe I'll post the Superconscious explanation.

And you can take a symbol like that and overload it with all sorts of mental shorthand and use it to quickly access the associated concepts or states of awareness.

But, I think I shall never see a unicorn in the garden.

The Unicorn in the Garden
By James Thurber 

 Once upon a sunny morning a man who sat in a breakfast nook looked up from his scrambled eggs to see a white unicorn with a golden horn quietly cropping the roses in the garden. The man went up to the bedroom where his wife was still asleep and woke her. "There's a unicorn in the garden," he said. "Eating roses." She opened one unfriendly eye and looked at him. "The unicorn is a mythical beast," she said, and turned her back on him. The man walked slowly downstairs and out into the garden. The unicorn was still there; he was now browsing among the tulips. "Here, unicorn," said the man and pulled up a lily and gave it to him. The unicorn ate it gravely. With a high heart, because there was a unicorn in his garden, the man went upstairs and roused his wife a gain. "The unicorn," he said, "ate a lily." His wife sat up in bed and looked at him, coldly. "You are a booby," she said, "and I am going to have you put in a booby-hatch." The man, who never liked the words "booby" and "booby-hatch," and who liked them even less on a shining morning when there was a unicorn in the garden, thought for a moment. "We'll see about that," he said. He walked over to the door. "He has a golden horn in the middle of his forehead," he told her. Then he went back to the garden to watch the unicorn; but the unicorn had gone away. The man sat among the roses and went to sleep. 

 And as soon as the husband had gone out of the house, the wife got up and dressed as fast as she could. She was very excited and there was a gloat in her eye. She telephoned the police and she telephoned the psychiatrist; she told them to hurry to her house  and bring a strait-jacket. When the police and the psychiatrist looked at her with great interest. "My husband," she said, "saw a unicorn this morning." The police looked at the psychiatrist and the psychiatrist looked at the police. "He told me it ate a lily," she said. The psychiatrist looked at the police and the police looked at the psychiatrist. "He told me it had a golden horn in the middle of its forehead," she said. At a solemn signal from the signal from the psychiatrist, the police leaped fro m their chairs and seized the wife. They had a hard time subduing her, for she put up a terrific struggle, but they finally subdued her. Just as they got her into the strait-jacket, the husband came back into the house. 

 "Did you tell your wife you saw a unicorn?" asked the police. "Of course not," said the husband. "The unicorn is a mythical beast." "That's all I wanted to know," said the psychiatrist. "Take her away. I'm sorry, sir, but your wife is as crazy as a jay bi rd." So they took her away, cursing and screaming, and shut her up in an institution. The husband lived happily ever after. 

 Moral: Don't count your boobies until they are hatched. 

End

Can't say I haven't wished for the same.

It is all over! Mike Malloy is daring Jesus to kill us. The end is coming! Oh heavenly father I await the switch to be flipped!

LOL