news:MPG.19506ca6d569b73e98970d@news.blueyonder.co.uk...
> In article <bc5jml$f799v$1@ID-146919.news.dfncis.de>,
> jh007c3183NOSPAM@blueyonder.co.uk expulges...
> > "Victoria Barrett" <vbarrett@the-beach.net> wrote in message
> > news:rhhcevot61gjn4sqp08mb2vdqmuuh203hj@4ax.com...
> > > I thought they were supposed to love the downtrodden?
> >
> > There was some talk of the downtrodden inheriting the earth at one
point,
> > but it was agreed that big kids would only beat them up and run off with
it,
> > and the idea was scrapped.
> >
> > Shame, really. Ben would have made a lovely supreme being.
>
> Not for me he wouldn't. If Ben was doing the sermon on the mount it
wouldn't
> be all 'blessed are the meek', it'd be all 'Fucked are the Evertonians for
> they shall be buggered by rhinos...cursed are Labour voters for they shall
> be flung from a very high place onto very sharp nettle bushes...completely
> screwed are the Northerners for they shall be force fed Saveloy sausages
> till the end of time.'

Heh.
I can see it now. "The ProFist", by Khalil Gayram.
==
And then two young lovers approached, and said "and what of love?"
"Utter cuntwank", said the ProFist. "Give not unto love, for love shall not
give unto you. Instead, make merry in the orgy of your jizz-garden, and tend
to the flowers of the whore."

Then, a builder approached, and asked of the Pro-Fist "what of labour, oh
wise and cynical one?"
The Pro-Fist paused for a while, and said "Utter, utter cuntwank. Homophobic
shite-fucks, to a man. Vote not of Labour, for Labour will rape the fruits
of your orchard, and give them to geordies. Cunts. Anyway, who the fuck let
builders in here?"

Then a woman said "speak to us of joy and sorrow"

And he answered, "Oh, that's an easy one. The deeper that sorrow carves into
your being, the more sorrow you can contain. Next?"

Etc.

> I'm voting for Bill Hicks to be the supreme being if that's ok with y'all.
> Nothing personal Ben. :o)  (someone said smilies placated your vengeful
> butt-plug wrath)

Oh, they do. Especially ones with noses.

Joe
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