On Holiday

I am going on holiday now, so there won’t be any posts for a week or so. Please keep commenting. I will catch up on my return.

 Cheers.

Bobbing and Peering

 

The street is lined with pretty girls,

in micro skirts and cheeky curls.

They look at every passing car.

Bobbing and peering.

 

Behind them lurk their pimping men.

Waiting ’til they’ve scored, and then,

seizing all their paltry gains.

Far from endearing.

 

Suited men in lavish cars,

cruise around by seedy bars.

Eying up each girl in turn.

Drooling and leering.

 

He cranes his head in semi dark.

Selecting one before the park.

Clipping kerb as he pulls up.

Rocking the steering.

 

They talk about the business deal.

What she’ll do, and how he’ll feel.

Happily they set the price.

Laughing and cheering.

 

Short journey to a lonely plot.

He pays, and strips her on the spot.

She rapidly begins the job.

Bucking and rearing.

 

It’s over, in a sudden flash.

He’s angry at his waste of cash,

and grabs her by the throat.

Cringing and fearing.

 

Blind with rage, he grabs his knife.

He screams that she wil lose her life,

and lunges viciously.

Cutting and searing.

 

In pain and choking, dripping blood,

he kicks her out onto the mud,

then drives away as she cries out.

Fading from hearing.

 

She’s found and then identified.

A few regret that she has died.

They come to say their last farewell.

Sadly revering.

 

The punter has his day in court,

regretting only that he’s caught.

Claims he’s blameless, not his fault.

Lying and sneering.

 

The judge who sends him down for life,

expresses sadness for his wife.

As crowds outside, bay for his blood.

Taunting and jeering.

 

The girls are still along the street,

standing at their usual beat.

Working as they always did.

Bobbing and peering.

Subsidised Theology Courses for Priests Who Are They Kidding?

Trainee priests will face a huge rise in university tuition fees if plans to reform university funding go ahead, say senior clerics.

The Church of England is giving warning that plans to remove £100 million for students wishing to take a second degree could have a catastrophic effect on the quality of training for clergy and leave a huge black hole in church finances.

Trainee nurses, teachers and scientists have won exemptions, arguing that they are pursuing strategically important and socially desirable subjects. But the Government has resisted intensive lobbying from the Church to add theology to the list of exemptions.

Instead, Bill Rammell, the universities minister, has suggested that the Church should pay the full tuition costs for theology students or that it should move students from classical three-year theology degrees into cheaper and less demanding two-year vocational courses.

 Bill Rammell is obviously right. Theology is not a legitimate academic course in any event. The word means different things to followers of every different religion and has no objective reality. If they really want to study the possible existence of God and ethics, they can study philosophy.

 Apart from that, the Anglican Church in particular and many other religions to lesser degrees get enormous tax subsidies through registration as charities and many millions of pounds in subsidies of church schools through which they attempt to pass on their doctrines to succeeding generations.

 These tax reliefs and subsidies are a very large and improper burden on all taxpayers. It is an outrage that so called theological studies should be state financed and it is long overdue that those who want to undertake these ‘studies’ should finance them entirely themselves.

Jesus And His Withering Miracle

 

 

Apart from raising the dead to life and helping out the wedding party by turning water into wine, Jesus had a vindictive side in his miracle making.

 

After a busy day healing the blind and the lame he stayed in lodgings overnight. When he was hungry in the morning he came across a fig tree with no fruit. What did he do? Well he said:

 

“let no fruit grow on thee henceforward and forever.”

(Matthew 21:17-22; Mark 11:12-14,20-24)

 

The fig tree miraculously withered away. With powers like his you would think that Jesus might have miracled some fruit onto the tree and sated his hunger, but maybe that wouldn’t have been so dramatically obvious to his disciples. After all, his next statement was to tell the disciples that they could cast mountains into the sea by the power of prayer if only they believe.

 

Since nobody has ever been able to cast a mountain into the sea by prayer it can only be concluded that nobody has ever believed or Jesus was wrong.

 

Well, Jesus was wrong and he didn’t kill the fig tree either.

Adolfo Constanzo and Voodoo Sacrifice Cult

 

At least 24 deaths were caused by Constanzo and his group. Voodoo is a fusion of ancient African religious beliefs and the religions brought by colonialism. It occurs in the Caribbean and Constanzo got his beliefs through his Cuban American family.

Constanzo, a Cuban-American bisexual cult leader ran a drug smuggling ring in Matamoros, Mexico. He and Sara Aldrete, his cult-priestess partner, were very successful in the drug trade because of their habit of ritually sacrificing their competition. Through sacrifice, Constanzo preached, they would be invisible to their enemies.

They decided that they needed to kill a gringo. They abducted Mark Kilroy, a college student on spring break, and killed him in their border ranch called Santa Elena. There his body was dismembered and his heart, genitals and spine were used to make a magic stew. The disappearance of Kilroy triggered an all out police search around the border. Authorities were alerted of the weird rituals practiced in Rancho Santa Elena. As the digging in the ranch began a large number of dismembered bodies started appearing and several members of the cult were arrested.

By the time the bodies in Matamoros were found Constanzo and Aldrete were hiding in an apartment in Mexico City. Police discovered their hideaway and surrounded the apartment. After a brief exchange of gunfire Constanzo ordered another cult member to kill him and his boyfriend. When police stormed into the apartment they found the embracing couple machine-gunned to death inside a closet. Sara Aldrete is now in jail in Mexico.

On the face of it, this voodoo cult may seem to be little more than a cover for the drug dealing, but this was much more than a commercial operation. We can see here all the characteristics of a charismatic, authoritarian leader achieving complete dominance over his followers by religious promises and threats. Whether it is Manson, Koresh, Jones or Constanzo the characteristics are the same. Joining a cult means losing your identity and sometimes your life.

Three Times a Virgin

 

Immaculately conceived.

A seven grand nose,

anti gravity boobs,

and an arse as pert

as J lo’s.

 

She played the field

and loved to yield

to a big wad,

or hot hunk.

 

Fickle, she rejected

those, who lacked

what she expected.

Until her it was,

neglected and alone.

 

Soon she’s back in clover

with a startling new makeover

and bee sting lips all pouting,

up and down.

 

She played the field

as she was wont

until booze and coke

snorts ravaged.

 

When botox lost the battle

she drooped into a puddle,

and screwed her hat onto

her raddled brow.

 

With suitors scarce and doubting,

the next place for investing,

was a plastic knee and

new virginity.

 

Her tits again said ‘Hi men!’

She had a brand new hymen,

but no old rod could

break through

this tight, new flesh.

 

The wizened chaps who fancied

a jump so rough and rancid,

were too soft

to force the barrier aside.

 

Intact and so despondent,

she haunts

the care home day room,

with a wandering eye

and wink to draw you in.

 

The residents are singing

until quiet comes among them

as our triple virgin draws

her final breath.

 

By a surgeon’s skill prodigious,

she returned in death, unopened

after life re-run through wear,

but no last tear.

 

No more hymns are playing,

the lonely final laying, is

a hearse and sealed up box,

of tails tolled.

Aum Shinrikyo and Shoko Ashahara Cult Mass Murder

Ashahara was yet another of the cult leaders who claimed that he communicated with God. In 1995 Ashahara sent some of his members to plant the deadly nerve gas sarin in the Tokyo underground train system. Fifteen people were killed and about a thousand injured. Ahsahara expressed his disappointment with the low death rate.

This was not the first murders by Aum Shinrikyo. They had earlier tried to kill the residents of an exclusive estate, including three judges, with sarin. At least five died and five hundred were injured. Before that they carried out many test attacks with biological and chemical weapons that they produced themselves in factories disguised as shrines.

Aum Shinrikyo is a syncretiesd cult with its teachings drawn from several of the world’s major religions plus the armageddon style final battle theories of Ashahara. According to him everybody would be destroyed except members of the cult, and Ashahara himself would then rule.

 Many Aum members were, and some still are, very intelligent and well qualified people. People duped into doing terrible things to themselves and others by religious cults are not stupid. They are people who succumb to charismatic manipulators. Ashahara is under sentence of death, but his followers could yet kill again.

Trannysubstantiation

 

Baptismal John and

confirmed Joan

commune

with another

a-gender.

 

The virgin cock

limps through puberty,

tightly tucked

into pink pantie

paradise.

 

Plucking chin hair

horror. Fighting

gruff voice

intrusion.

 

Silicone bread,

cleaves open

the chest

of Joan.

 

Oestrogen wine,

makes woman

course through

ever vainer veins.

 

Finally untested,

the longed for penetration.

Clitoral carving.

Evulved

 

Joan no longer

dresses manly.

She shall not burn.

A Woman Must Breast Feed a Male Colleague to Work With Him!

 The system of fatwa’s, or religious instructions, within Islam, reached a new height of absurdity when an Egyptian lecturer issued a fatwa suggesting that women employees could only work alone with an unrelated male colleague if they brest fed them at least five times. 

In May 2007 Dr. Izzat Atiyya, lecturer at Cairo’s Al-Azhar University, issued a fatwa that suggested that male and female colleagues could use breastfeeding to get around a religious ban on being alone together. The fatwa said that if a woman fed a male colleague “directly from her breast” at least five times they would establish a family bond and thus be allowed to be alone together at work. “Breast feeding an adult puts an end to the problem of the private meeting, and does not ban marriage,” he ruled. “A woman at work can take off the veil or reveal her hair in front of someone whom she breastfed.”

Despite impeccable precedence for the ruling within Islamic law (as discussed above), the fatwa sparked outrage and embarrassment, with critics deriding the author on Egyptian television. The University later suspended the lecturer, who headed the university’s hadith department. The fatwa was widely publicized by Arabic-language satellite television channels and was discussed in the Egyptian parliament. After being threatened with disciplinary action by the University, Atiyya issued a retraction, saying the fatwa was “a bad interpretation of a particular case” during the time of Muhammad and that it was based on the opinions of only a minority of scholars. Egypt’s minister of religious affairs, Mahmoud Zaqzouq, has called for future fatwas to “be compatible with logic and human nature”.

Bite Night

 

On the holy field of battle,

the contenders take their place.

A second ties on gloves.

There is hatred in their face.

 

The bell is rung, and in they go,

to but and grope and gore.

In several shameful minutes,

they wage their sordid war.

 

For millions of dollars,

adoration and the fame,

these mounds of throbbing muscle

pound brains to win their ‘game’.

 

Then in mighty final climax,

with elegance and grace,

the monster bites off gristled flesh

and spits out his disgrace.

 

World professional boxing championship between Evander Holyfield and Mike Tyson in 1997 in which Tyson bit Holifield’s ears.