We've written before of the little spat between the Roman Catholic bishop of Rhode Island, Thomas Tobin, and Representative Patrick Kennedy. Kennedy is pro-choice when it comes to abortion. Needless, to say, the good bishop finds that reprehensible, believing that his position has been handed down by the deity.
Things seem to have heated up recently. Kennedy told the Providence Journal that Bishop Tobin has banned him from receiving the god cracker. "The bishop instructed me not to take Communion and said that he has instructed the diocesan priests not to give me Communion," saith Kennedy.
Heh. Heh. Well, Mr. Kennedy, why don't you tell this cracker of a bishop to take his god cracker and shove it where the sun don't shine? Who needs this? And why would you remain a member or want to remain a member of the organization that still lives mainly in the 16th century?
As long as you continue in the organization and insist on your right to receive the god cracker, the bishop's got you over a barrel and can send your sorry soul right to hell. But, if you tell the bishop to go to hell, and get out of that miserable institution, which has utterly no moral credence anymore (if it ever had!), you're free!
The truth will set you free! And here's a hint: there is no god in the cracker no matter how many times a priest says the magic words!
There's more here.
3 comments:
I have often wondered why people choose to remain a member of any religion that punishes them for their views. Most religions do not have a policy that allows members to change the rules too easily, if at all. Some religions do have a central authority and if one disagrees, one can always quit. I did that with a political party and do not belong to any organized religion. I am free to believe what I want to. I cannot imagine belonging to any group I disagree with and cannot change.
Tobin should stop attacking women and America's Constitution. He should use those energies to fight child molestation among his own priests instead.
And Jesus said (pointing to his chest): 'This is my body.' He added (while pointing to his bread): 'This here is dried bread, which is not technically a cracker, but very cracker-like, if you follow my drift.' He went on for the better part of an hour, finally ending with his ideas regarding the relative difference between shit and shinola. He was very opinionated, and often laughed at his own jokes.
All in all, an okay guest for dinner, but by no means the life of the party.
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