an address from former pastor Ninian Poop, editor, The E of W:
The world has gone completely mad. We all know it.
"Science". "DNA". "Genetic engineering". ""Progress"", for the tears of the tortured martyrs. "Research". "Lifestyle choices", Lord I could weep. "Political "Correctness"", by the rent flesh of the Saviour. And Cloning and Mutations and Gay Marriage and "Designer Drugs" and Contemporary Art and Contemporary Dance and Contemporary fucking Furniture and the whole bloody roster of crapulent shit that passes for modern culture. "Hybrids", by the earthly cock of Christ. It runs against every law of God and Man and it's about time somebody stood up and said "No".
It is not that there is any shortage of examples of what is NOT wrong - or to put it another way, that which is RIGHT - or that it is a challenge to find them. However disillusioned a weathered soul might become at this great dribbling sewer of a world, evidence of our limitlessly merciful creator's glory are all about, for anyone prepared to use the precious gift of their eyes. Behold, for example:
You might well goggle at the peerless beauty and perfection of it all, but the truth is, it doesn't take much to keep everything nice. The Big Man has already put the graft in, showering his chosen people with his gracious bounty, only for his chosen people to DRAW A GREAT BIG COCK AND BALLS all over it. All we have to do is not wank around with absolutely every part of the world we were given just because we can.
Which is why we, the right-thinking minds at the Encyclopaedia of Wrong, are here - to help you, the common, decent, befuddled folk, see through the veil of madness and bullshit that has been pulled over the eyes of the populace like a mad, bullshitty veil.
Some things are just wrong. We all know it.
eRsaTz:
the Encyclopaedia of WRONG
water droplets
Ah, water droplets. Look at them. A perfect example of God-given, God-driven correctness. Beautiful watery drops, dropping waterily: billowing gracefully from twigs before falling with flawless rightness to the earth below, there to feed it with their hydrating goodness. A job done, a role in the divine plan fulfilled. Do any of these drops feel the need to change sex, pierce their cocks or shove a rubber hose up their arse? No. They don't.
trees in bud
When the uncorrupted soul beholds a tree, it knows that what it is beholding is doing all the right things, correctly. There's no messing about with splicing or hydraulic tits. A tree simply realises its arborial destiny with a bit of decorum. Buds bud, leaves... leave, but only when they're supposed to, ie in Autumn, and all is right with the world. Or the tree's little corner of it, anyway.
fallen apples
The Apple, surely the King of Fruit. Descended from the grasp of the woody trees according to the design of the benificent Almighty Himself, that it might fulfil its destiny, that of bursting with flavour and nutrition upon your eager tongue, via the divine gift of your teeth.
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