Binge Drinking. Pure and simple. I must have drank 20 gallons of water yesterday.
I think Jeff spent the last couple of days trying to shore up his opinion of the world as it pertains to religion. And I don’t think that it went all that well.
First up, if there’s anything to make you appreciate the holidays from a Christian perspective, it’s “A Charlie Brown Christmas”. I really do hope someone I knowed taped that (I don’t have access to TV. Long story.) But then you get a quick dose of reality two posts later.
I think it is absurd to say that Americans only care about one religious text. Just look at all of those followers of the Subgenious out there. And I could mention that other popular “S” religion, but I don’t want to get a cease and desist order just yet. And news of this clearly made Jeff a little sad. So he went to the British for help. They’re always so cheerful.
I love the fact that a healthy portion of Anglican Vicars don’t know the ten commandments. Isn’t one of the requirements to be a priest of a religion that you have to be fairly well versed in that religion? The best part about all of this is that it’s in a different country, so I can be objective. No, I take that back, I think it’s pretty damn funny when anyone that claims a certain moral stance is incapable of explaining their own soap box. Maybe that’s why The Daily Show and The Colbert Report are so popular.
But that didn’t allay Jeff’s depression. In fact, it even hung around another day. And he had to listen to a song that is incredibly exhuberent in its performance, but incredibly sad in its lyrical content. And “99 Luftballoons” didn’t have a snazzy flash animation to go with it.
Tune in tomorrow when Jeff’s depression is lifted and he talks about holiday shopping for that Ocelot in your life.