Sorry for the mess. Come on in. Watch out for those empty bottles. I swear I started with Cold Duck—how I ended up with all these bottles of Old Crow I have no idea.
Mrs. Pillow is away for the weekend [hiccup!] at a Faith & Freedom Coalition conference planning meeting—she’s co-chairing the event with Kirk “I Saved Christendom” Cameron. But she keeps sending me cryptic texts every couple of hours about how much is too much Cialis, and did King Solomon have any wise words to say in Song of Songs about “rooster” rings?
Can you blame me for getting suspicious? It wasn’t but a few months ago that a certain Hobby Lobby Holly turned herself into an erogenous pincushion at an Election Night F&FC event.
Wait, don’t trip over that bottle of Wild Turkey. I think it’s still got another slug or two in it. Dang, it’s a bird imbibing theme, isn’t it? All we need now is the Holy Ghost dove.
Speaking of ghosts, I’m delighted you could make it, as I’m very much in need [hiccup!] of a ghostwriter at the moment. I should be working on my annual State of the Communion homily for the Cubic Zirconium Cathedral morning service, but as you can see [hiccup!], I’m not in the best state of mind presently for keyboarding.
So if you wouldn’t mind serving as my amanu—[hiccup!]— my amanu—[hiccup!]—my typist, I would greatly appreciate it.
Here, just have a seat at my desk. It’s a Parnian, thanks for asking. That cherry wood-embossed cross on the front panel cost me an entire Third Offering, but it was worth it. Take off your socks and let your toes luxuriate in the thickness of this New Moon rug—that’s New Zealand pure wool. It was a gift from John Hagee when his book Four Blood Moons hit the NY Times bestseller list. Golly-gee, nothing drives sales like the apocalypse.
Where were we? [hiccup!] Here, just let your little fingers peck at my $1 million Luvaglio laptop while I dictate—that’s real cheetah hide. Oh look, another text from the missus:
“Honey, do you think there is a specific sub-principality of demons assigned to creating morning wood?”
See what I’m talking about?! Here, hand me that bottle of Grey Goose. Let’s get started.
This morning, I address you, my beloved Cubic Zirconium Ministry sheepies [hiccup!] with the news that the State of our Communion is strong—stronger than it has ever been. Literally and spiritually.
As you know, we make our non-alcoholic communion from the finest Ruby Roman grapes your hard-earned tithes can buy. By the way, today and today only we are offering a 15% discount on the Rhodium Parishioner Plan—which comes with a free year’s supply of Pastor Pillow podcasts and 12 free tickets to the Jacob’s Ladder Baptismal Water Slide and Noah’s Ark Petting Zoo. Plus we’ll throw in a free signed photograph of Ken Ham burning an effigy of Stephen Hawking.
But the State of our Communion is also made strong—spiritually—by the 114th United States Congress, which contains more Family Research Council- and NRA-endorsed legislators than any Congress since Thomas Jefferson was Senator from the great state of [hiccup!] Antioch. We may need to change that last bit—but keep typing. [hiccup!]
Our humble, Spirit-led community boasts 12 U.S. military drone pilots and only a handful of Arab-Americans in the church directory—mostly due to miscegenation. At last count, the members of the Veterans of Cubic Zirconium prayer group were directly responsible for 13,000 dead Mesopotamian—[hiccup!]—Middle Eastern Muslims—that’s if you count civilian deaths. At this time, I would also like to remind you that VCZ will be holding an American Sniper potluck fundraiser this Thursday in the Belshazzar Banquet Hall. Contact Marge Schnitgroin for further details. Those attending are asked not to bring garbanzo bean covered dishes.
As we seek Christ’s discernment in 2015 Anno Domini, I am confident that we can transform America back into the Bible-humping [hiccup!]—that is, Bible-believing bastion it once was. The Spiritual Sons of Paul Revere shall ride with lanterns and M4 carbines held high at year’s end, claiming victory in Jesus on abortion, on vouchers, on Keystone, on immigration (let’s build that Jericho wall!), on school prayer. And most of all, we shall rid ourselves from sea to shining sea of the seven-headed Universal Healthcare Beast of Abomination and his Same-Sex Marriage Whore of Babylon. To Abaddon the policies of Obama!
Oh wait, Mrs. Pillow is calling. Let me take this.
Hello, darling. [hiccup!] Uh-huh. … Yeah? … Of course. … What?! … No! … Well, I was starting to think—you know, that Kirk is a looker … No, I understand. … Smooches in Jesus.
Well, can you believe that? I get all schnockered for nothing. Turns out Mrs. Pillow’s been helping some Tea Party House members draft some new legislation. They’re calling it the WANG Act—stands for Wanton Wieners Are Not Godly. It’s genius, really—totally rewrites the Pro-Life movement in one fell swoop. The new law would basically ban male arousal except for the purposes of procreation.
And here I was worried. Have a Thunderbird. Okay, back to huntin’ and peckin’!
As we speak, several frigates of cold hard Cubic Zirconium cash are headed to our offshore accounts in the Virgin Islands…
Please open your hymnals to No. 21.
I can’t hold out much longer
The way that I feel
With the blood from my body
I could start my own still
Behold, the Christian Right Weekly Round-Up!
We’re going to try something we’ve never done before at Pastor Pillow Headquarters. Normally we provide a several hundred-word rundown of each article selected for criticism. But instead—and for your aesthetic enjoyment—we are going to respond only by that ancient form of Japanese poetry, haiku.
We hope you enjoy
Christian Right Weekly Round-Up
5. Done Et Another Krispy Kreme, Best Unbuckle that Bible Belt, via Christianity Today: “Roll Tide and Read Your Bible: Alabama Ranks No. 1 for Scripture Lovers”
Tide Bible thumpers
Should try following Jesus
More than Nick Saban.
4. Because Yahweh Totes Cares About Petroleum, over at Charisma News: “How Will Saudi King’s Death Impact Our Ultra-Low Gas Prices?”
O, King Abdullah
Beheader of women, we
Turned our gaze for oil.
3. But My Hatred is so Sincere, so says Charisma News “My Response to Ellen Degeneres Calling Me Out on National TV”
Larry Tomczak, shove
Your response to Ellen D.
And read this essay.
Okay, just a few more words. I threw up halfway through this click-bait, faux-sincere “reach out” missal. It read like it was penned by a PR specialist angling for the author (whose Christian Post stories we’ve covered before) to pick up spiritual street cred by supposedly taking the higher ground. Larry, you might fool some readers, but you can’t fool God. You’re full of shit.
2. Israel, the 51st State, via Christian Broadcasting News: “Commentary: Why Won’t Obama Meet with Netanyahu?”
1. Here’s Some Agape Love, You Monkey-Bonkin’ Be-yotch, at Patheos: “Richard Dawkins Reads His Hate Mail… Again”
Okay, let’s all admit it: Richard Dawkins can be a bit of a dick. Now we now why.
Richard can be a
Dick, but you’ve got to admit
Fundies = hypocrites.
That’s a wrap!
Please open your hymnals to No. 2.
Blood is spilled while holding keys to the throne
Born again, but it’s too late to atone …
Hail to the king, hail to the one
Progressives, the November Elections are—damn, you missed it. It’s too late. While we Progressives sat around drinking craft beer, more than one-third of our fellow fundamentalist countrymen rushed to the polls and elected the most idiotic group of human beings ever yet to rule a superpower.
But don’t worry. We’ll get another shot to right the Good Ship Civilization on Tuesday, November 8, 2016. Hopefully our Little Blue Planet will still be alive and kicking by then. And hopefully we can all get off our Balaam’s asses this time and find a voting booth.
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