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Foul
You are cannibalsfeeding on the blood of our childrenbaked into a foul and vulgar crust ofignoranceand religion. Wretched goblins, crouched downpeering under skirts and intobathroom stalls, screamingDEVIANTwithout a trace of ironyor self awarenessIf the god you laudtells you that a child deserves to diefor the simple sin of daring to existthen mine(and I am it)should…
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Orphans.
We are all God’s children, black white, brown No, not black, not white certainly not brown; those are the ones with the bombs even though they are the ones who most closely resemble Jesus Christ on a cross; we are all God’s children wrapped in His loving arms unless your loving arms are a woman’s…
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Bound
They bite their tongues and swallow them; they are washed in the blood of the christ…
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Happy Holidays (Operative Word: Happy.)
When someone chooses to use their words to share a message of joy with you and you take offense to the words rather than appreciating the message, when you slap away a hand held out in friendship because of a minor linguistic difference, you are the offensive thing.
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The Latest Book
For those of you who are interested in such things, here’s the new book: a collection of some of my most controversial work, including “A Love Letter to Pat Robertson” and “Mother Whore and the Monsters on the Hill.” As always, thank you for your constant support. I appreciate you all more than I can…
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A Love Letter to Pat Robertson
The lights are on in your great glass house but there’s nothing there to see. Your eyes are glued to the man next door, face pressed against his window in a gruesome caricature, bulging against the panes, lashes wet with lust and your palms nailed tight to the cross you wear like a brace to…
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On Being Open-Minded, and the Freedom of Belief
Your right to believe in something does not negate others’ right to exist with the same rights and standard of living that you have.
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Pat Robertson on Anal Sex: Christians Will Like It
Robertson claimed that “You’re gonna say that you like anal sex…”
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Snakes
There is a house full of snakes waiting to devour us fangs slick with the ejaculate of televangelists and politicians, bellies fat with power and the scrawny limbs of dying children, sacrificed for the greater good, gently laid to rest before an altar draped in patriotic cloth and the stench of soggy dollar bills wet…
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