It might have been the election, or one too many visits to Karol’s blog, but I think it is simply living in California that has done it. Even as my hair has grown back, my belly flattened, my skin darkened, and my stoop straightened, I seem to have received an electronic cerebrectomy. I just don’t have anything interesting to say anymore, brah. Still, I was thinking about one of my pet peeves last night, so I thought I’d share it with you, dear reader(s) . . .
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Gosh, you have no imagination.
God takes some mud and transforms it into Bob(2.0). Bob(2.0) is just like Bob, but not a pederast. Bob’s family then spends the rest of their life with Bob(2.0), blissfully unaware that Bob was dumped deep into a rain forest with a tribe of amazons who make him their biatch and stick pointy sticks down his urethra to keep him in line.
In your scenario, there is still a problem that Bob’s family in heaven might be upset that Bob is not with them in heaven, preventing eternal happiness.
All of this proves, definitively ....
(to be continued)
By the way ... I like the new, new look.