The only thing that makes me wish god or any of his rape-magic babies were real, is knowing the look of unadulterated terror on all the "christian" faces when they hear, on a loop, "You-fucking-what-when?!", as the movie of their life plays in the background, is about to be followed up with all the fire and brimstone they sanctimoniously wished upon others just trying to live their best lives.
To be a fly on the wall... (assuming there are flies in the judgement lobby, or wherever this will happen)
And of course the Catholic hierarchy decided that Bernard of Clairvaux was a saint. Because nothing says "sainthood" to that organization like making others suffer.
The only thing that makes me wish god or any of his rape-magic babies were real, is knowing the look of unadulterated terror on all the "christian" faces when they hear, on a loop, "You-fucking-what-when?!", as the movie of their life plays in the background, is about to be followed up with all the fire and brimstone they sanctimoniously wished upon others just trying to live their best lives.
To be a fly on the wall... (assuming there are flies in the judgement lobby, or wherever this will happen)
And of course the Catholic hierarchy decided that Bernard of Clairvaux was a saint. Because nothing says "sainthood" to that organization like making others suffer.