Oh, the pervert is dead . . .

 

Theodore McCarrick, Cardinal Defrocked Over Sex Abuse, Dies at 94

NYTimes

 

"... Three of the four bishops, it said, found that Mr. McCarrick had shared a bed with seminarians and young adult men, but said they were not sure there had been sexual contact. ..."

 

 

Oh, McCarrick is dead, and his boyfriend don't know it

His boyfriend is dead, and McCarrick don't know it

They both are dead in the very same bed

And neither one knows that the other is dead.    

-- Johnny

 

 

Elon, Donald, and the Peter

 

FOR THE OPTIMISTIC LIZARD, A PROUD LIBERAL

 

 Elon, Donald, and the Peter

Each and every is a cheater.

One had five and one had seven

One has even had eleven

Children loved by God in heaven

Make the blood boil in the creeper.

 

-- Johnny

Why our preferred pronoun for God should not be they

https://religionnews.com/2021/09/29/why-our-preferred-pronoun-for-god-should-be-they/

 

They is the plural of he or she,

or this, or that, or it;

There is but one God, and none but He,

not these nor those, dimwit.

-- Johnny 

 

εἷς ἐστιν Θεὸς, καὶ οὐκ ἔστιν ἄλλος πλὴν αὐτοῦ·

When your name is Martha

Verily, verily, I say un-to thee:

One thing is needful when your name is Mary;

But if you should happen to go by Martha,

You're stuck serving lunch because that's your karma.

-- Johnny

The Gospel of John is truer, you see . . .

The Gospel of John is truer, you see

than Synoptic Gospels ever could be:

Where it's "Verily, Verily I say unto thee",

and a single "Verily" won't quite do it for Me.

-- Johnny

The dead are very fakes

The dead are very fakes,

On that you may rely:

The rest are only snakes

And liars which say aye.

-- Johnny

They say that in Flanders fields wasted young lives abound, sleeping still beneath the ground . . .

Yet from what I've seen of life the waste is all around, though walking the dead above also are found.

When is a Lutheran not a Lutheran?

There once was a woman named Beeson,

a Reverend who discovered a reason,

that it was more cozy

to go by "Peter", not "Rosie",

That's Lutheranism this Lenten season.

I'm so Protestant . . .

. . . I object to what even I believe.

For Luke Harrington at Christ and Pop Culture

Sorry, Luke, couldn't help myself. Boring sermon you know, and the mind wanders. Think of it as free advertising.

I write of a scribbler named Harrington

whose 'juvenilia' show he's a simpleton,

when regretfully I see

he means 'juvenility'

A poor boy just being a charlatan.

 

-- Johnny 

With two hours to go to the end of the world there's no sign of a fireball let alone any heat

'Twas the night of the eschaton

and all through the house

not a creature was stirring 

in fear of a megaton . . .

Jesus Believed Hell's Worm Does Not End, Its Fire Does Not Go Out

In Mark 9 there's a fire asbestos

Not fleeting, as if just to test us:

Where the worm is eternal

And the flame, unquenchable.

Repeated three times! Imbecillus!

 

-- Johnny 

A Little Greek Lesson For Rob Bell From Mark 9:44-48

3 dits, 4 dits, 2 dits, dah!

Bell's hell's not eternal, despite ou tel-eu-ta.

dit dah, dit dit dit, dit dit dit!

Broad is the way that leadeth to the pit.

If The World Ends On December 21st . . .

. . . the drinks are on me.

Look It Up

...
....
..
_

Your name!
Your name!
Rah! Rah! Rah!

The Eternal Flame

In Mark there's a fire asbestos

Not fleeting, as if just to test us:

Where their worm is eternal

And their flame, unquenchable.

Repeated three times! Imbecillus!

 

-- Johnny 

With Rob Bell . . . in Hell

There once was a pastor named Bell

His first sermon, chronicl'd in hell:

"Jesus' radical love is a scandal!

That's why I took off my sandals!"

Twofold more child of hell than yourselves.

Story here.

Little Danny Tutwiler

Little Danny Tutwiler

Sat upon a Rottweiler

And he began to cry:

"Maaaama! Maaaama!

Reverend Dr. Dan am I!"

Four in the Morning Blues

Green grass I have long since stopped mowing,
And it's time for a new kind of growing:
A beard on my face
Has taken its place
It's 10 below and it's snow that I'm blowing.