Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate a feast day in honor of Saint Andrew Dung Lac. He was hastily canonized in the midst of a gigantic flurry of mass canonizations that was carried out just to set some sorta canonization world record.
Yesterday nothing happened. Well, maybe I sorta briefly met a homeless guy who immediately made it apparent as to why he was homeless. He had some rather major mental health issues.
For one thing, he started moaning about how he had gotten a whopping big traffic ticket for driving an inadequately muffled vehicle and then sassing the cop who had pulled him over. He didn't seem to realize that noisy vehicles are a major source of irritation to law-abiding people. He was all upset because this little crap he's gotta always put up with is costing him so much money he can't afford a place to live.
And then he started bragging about how his rich uncle had willed him 54 million bucks that he wasn't allowed to have unless certain stipulations were met, but he didn't have the mental stability to meet those stipulations, or some such lame excuse.
It's kinda odd that when we meet somebody who spews this sorta hogwash we all immediately recognize that it's hogwash, but when our religion spews exactly the same sorta hogwash we eagerly lap up every word of this Wondrous Gospel Truth.
Anyhow, today's the day we spend the obligatory hour pretending to eagerly lap up every word of our religion's Wondrous Gospel Truth.
I've occasionally sorta let on to the preacher that I've never been able to actually hallucinate our three-headed sky-zombie, but he hasn't excommunicated me yet.
Happy Lapping Up Wondrous Gospel Truth!
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