Monday, January 21, 2013

Church: Where People Pray and Germs Attack


I'm not an overly religious person.  I have no problem with religion and other people's religions, but I just don't strictly follow one creed.  There might be more of that at a later time, but this is hardly the post to go into my ideological beliefs.  The purpose of this post is to say how disgusting Church itself is.

I was a raised Roman Catholic, so I have been going to church since forever.  This year, I went with my mother on Christmas Eve and it is there that I realized that no amount of prayer is going to stop me from getting sick in that place.  Besides the constant coughing and clearing of the throats (and gnashing of the teeth and beating of the chests), there are also children screaming around like crazy, and it isn't for the Lord, that's for sure.

Like I said, I don't have a problem with religion.  But when there are a thousand or so people crammed in pews so that you can't move at all lest you hit someone you don't know, maybe there should be some guidelines for health.  Maybe the sick people should all be quarantined off in their own little section where they can cough on each other and live happily in their disease ridden place of worship.

Unfortunately, this is not the case.  Whilst I was there spreading my cheerful Christmas attitude towards these God-Fearing individuals, I couldn't help but notice that everyone is sick.  And then I'm expected to hold hands with them.  Umm…no.  Look lady, I know you're at least 90 and probably a sweet old lady, but I see your hanky tucked in your sleeve.  I ain't touching that hand grandma!  BACK OFF!  I'M NOT AFRAID TO THROW DOWN WITH AN OLD LADY!  I HAVE FED YOUR KIND FOR TOO LONG TO BE AFRAID OF YOU!

And then I'm supposed to drink from the same cup?  Pass.  Look, great that the blood of Christ is here and all, but I just saw the person before me coughing up their lung ten minutes ago, so I'm just going to wait until we sterilize the cup and get a fresh batch of Christ blood.  Thanks.

And then the children.  GOD THE CHILDREN!  You know the Whitney Houston song "I believe the children are our future, teach them well and blah blah blah blah blah."  Yeah.  Children are not my future.  I used to think, oh hey, I want to be a teacher and instill knowledge upon a younger generation!  HA!  Not anymore.  Now, I would like to give each child a good smack upside the head.  Apparently, this is now controversial and you get called a child abuser because let's not let our douchebag children know what the real world is like.  Let's keep them in this safe cocoon of lies where no harm comes their way and they can do whatever they want.  I have seen children like this, and I usually will tell them how it is:  "You are a punk.  Nobody cares how much swag you have when you end up in prison as someone else's bitch.  Good luck getting your law degree after you get that face tattoo of your grade school girlfriend's name."  They run around Church likes it's the circus, then start crying because they  banged their head on the pew.  Not to mention, kids are sticky…like, all the time.  And they have snot dripping out of their noses constantly, which ends up in the pew, which ends up on me, which ends up getting me sick.

I digress.  The main point of this story is sick people are gross and you should watch what you drink from and who you touch.  I think I should be good the rest of this flu season though.  Having already gotten sick twice (once after this fiasco), I think my body has enough antibodies stored up to last me a nuclear winter.

Health and Well-Being to You All,
Brian

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