December 29, 1999
Judgment Day: We're All Screwed
DRINK UP and get the **** out, you filthy swine. Last call's done, the
party's over, and you're all going to Hell. Good riddance, you sorry
sacks of ****. The ugly lights are about to come up and you're going to
see a radiant waitress headed your way with a bill you can't cover.
Judgment Day is nigh, the Big Guy's coming to reclaim his Kingdom, and
there's a heap-big bunch of "Holy ****!" coming down, brothers and
sisters. Amen!
If you think choking on a little tear gas and pepper spray and being
locked up with a bunch of flea-ridden street urchins humming Rage
Against the Machine ditties for 72 hours was a drag, you're in for a
cruel shock. Let me give you a little sample of what's in store for
those of you who have been taking the Lord's name in vain, indulging in
Satanic rock 'n' roll rituals, and habitually masturbating like
retarded baboons.
Red-hot iron stakes will be driven through your hands, feet, and chest.
Your flesh will be shaved from your bones, starting from your head and
working downward. You will be forced to climb up and down a mountain of
red-hot embers. You will then proceed to the Sword Leaf Wood, where
your hands, feet, ears, and nose will be cut off. After that you will
swim in the Caustic River. You will be pulled from the river on the end
of a giant fish hook. You will be asked what you want and, when you
reply that you are hungry, you will be fed a meal of red-hot copper,
washed down with molten lead.
Okay, I lied. That's not what's going to happen. It's going to be
worse.
What you've just read is actually a partial description of one of the
various Buddhist Hells where people with bad karma spend a bit of time
before being reincarnated. "Buddhists? Those bald, mellow paragons of
ohmness came up with that?" (If you've ever wondered why Krishnas are
perpetually dancing around with those stupid, blissed-out grins on
their faces while their Buddhist cousins always look so somber and dour
-- now you know.)
As awful as Buddhist Hell sounds, you just gotta know Christian Hell
(a.k.a. the real thing) is gonna be way, way, WAY worse. For one thing,
I can't imagine those guys in burgundy robes pointing and snickering,
elbowing each other in the ribs and guffawing as you fall into the
"Hell of Filth" (they may even sneak you a cold drink of water when
nobody's looking). You should have it so easy. No, when God comes down
to kick off the big game, it's going to make an extended purgatorial
stay in Buddhist Hell look like a trip to Disneyland with a head full
of really clean Mickey Mouse acid.
The Book of Revelation hints at what will come, but doesn't say a thing
about how wicked scum like Ronald Reagan, Richard Nixon, J. Edgar
Hoover, and Bob Hope will be running the show. Unlike the guys in the
burgundy robes, this vengeful pack of bastards will be hooting and
hollering, waving their cowboy hats around, and guzzling Bud as their
faithful, hunchbacked automatons inflict unimaginable tortures upon
your person. Legions of honey-haired, big-breasted teenage cheerleader
zombies from Nebraska will do their "rah-rah-sis-boom-bah!" routine
while you are force-fed mountains of maggot-infested flesh and human
excrement, as closet-case sodomites like Oral Roberts, Billy Graham,
and Jerry Falwell take turns having their way with you. (Even those who
generally enjoy that kind of thing will take no pleasure in being
savaged by the likes of that lot.) Every day will be filled with the
paralyzing self-loathing that comes at the end of a three-day
coke-fueled bender; those soot-covered, neverending days of angst when
the only thing that stops you from sticking a gun in your mouth is the
knowledge that you don't deserve to die, and that things will,
eventually, get better. Well, when the clock strikes 2000, suicide will
no longer be a solution to your worldly woes -- it will, in fact, not
even be a option anymore, 'cause there's nowhere left to go.
There is, however, an outside chance the Muslims are right about
matters theological, but the odds are very long. If you hear news of a
giant, one-eyed beast (no, no not that giant, one-eyed beast) with the
letters KFR (kafir = infidel) on his forehead coming from a far-off
island and riding a white donkey, you'll know it's time to face Mecca
and get on your knees for Allah.
If the Muslims are right, that creature, known as Al-Dajjal, will wreak
destruction upon the entire planet, with the exception of Mecca and
Medina, for 40 days. At the end of the 40 days Jesus will return to
Earth from Heaven. (Yes, Muslims believe the story of Jesus. They just
happen to think that, since Muhammad got his message from God 600 years
after the Romans made sure Jesus would never eat M&Ms again -- they
keep slipping through his hands! -- their cause is the true cause.)
Jesus' reign will last for 40 years, according to Islamic scriptures,
and it will be a time of happiness, love, and prosperity for all
humanity: "Sheep and wolves will be seen together; children will play
with serpents."
But this is the good ol' U. S. of A., and the Muslims ain't right. As
Jesse Helms keeps telling us, "Uncle Sam didn't maim, mutilate, and
murder millions so hard-working 'mericans would have to bow down before
the false god of rag-heads and sand-niggers." Hallelujah!
There's a ****storm of ugly blowin' in, brothers and sisters, and all
you sinners are going to be hard pressed to find shelter. Like the
T-****rts say, "Jesus is coming -- and boy, is he pissed." If what
Thoreau said about jail being the only place for a just man in an
unjust society is applicable to the hereafter, heaven doesn't strike me
as much of an alternative to the aforementioned fate of sinners.
We are all, finally and truly, damned if we do and damned if we don't,
because "Heaven" will undoubtedly be filled with vile degenerates who
spent their lives terrorizing, raping, and oppressing innocent people
just to sneak in at the last minute with sycophantic deathbed
repentings. Heaven? As a very witty and obscure Bellingham poet, Allyfa
Burroughf, put it, "I'd rather read the unrequited love poetry of
16-year-old girls" -- and eat the bloody vomit of Ebola-infected
lepers.
So I say, **** Jesus! And **** his old man, too. I have no desire to
spend forever under the tyranny of an insecure megalomaniacal freak who
runs around commanding everyone, "Wor****p me! Wor****p me!" like some
****faced drag queen at a Pride Week ball.
But before you condemn my heathen, sacrilegious ass to whatever version
of Hell you decide best suits my sin of not groveling at your feet, I
want to know one thing, Mr. Holiest of Holies: If you don't make
mistakes, why in Hell's name are you here?
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