Wednesday, March 18, 2009

The Pope Of Nobody

The ex-Nazi shows again just what a fool he is. Western religion's general distaste, nee hatred, of anything related to human body fluids, except of course the dripping blood from that Petered out guy who was hanging around*, is well known. This time, however, it results in the death of many people that need not die. These are supposed to be educated people, may I say elites? Instead, it appears this bunch is bunking with the brain dead children of Pastor Hagee.
Benedict, arriving in Africa, said on Tuesday that condoms "increase the problem" of AIDS. The comment, made to reporters aboard his plane, caused a worldwide firestorm of criticism.


The Church teaches that fidelity within heterosexual marriage and abstinence are the best ways to stop AIDS. (Man, how much deeper in the sand or up their asses can their heads be? - ed.)


Kevin De Cock**, director of the World Health Organization's HIV/AIDS department, said there is no scientific evidence showing that condom use spurs people to take more sexual risks. (Remember folks, these are the people who got around to forgiving Galileo in 1992 for "crimes" committed in 1633. They don't believe in the scientific method. - ed.)
*See this. One my all-time favorite poems, taught to me in 1967 by one Miss Titus, a teacher I value more now, than I did at the time. I am poorer for that. I did not take the opportunity to learn more from her, more about Jean Genet & Our Lady of the Flowers, a book that was, quoting Miss Titus, "definitely not about the Virgin Mother." Think about that, loyal four readers, a chance to read & learn from someone in way northern Wisco who had actually read this novel. I'm just thankful that she brought it up at all & that I remembered it. I bought it my freshman year at Madison, read it with some confusion, but certainly enjoyed it. Over the years it has become one of the two or three major things I learned in high school. Yes, I did learn a few things in high school, most of them not as enjoyable as Notre Dame des Fleurs. I am also much less confused about the novel now, all these years later. It also has absolutely little to do with the time out mentioned above.
Sometimes During Eternity

Sometimes during eternity
some guys show up
and one of them
who shows up real late
is a kind of carpenter
from square-type place
like Galilee
and he starts wailing
and claiming he is hip
to who made heaven
and earth
and that the cat
who really laid it on us
is his Dad
And moreover
he adds
It's all writ down
on some scroll-type parchments
which some henchmen
leave lying around the Dead Sea somewheres
a long time ago
and which you won't even find
for a coupla thousand years or so
or at least for
nineteen hundred and fortyseven
of them
to be exact
and even then
nobody really believes them
or me
for that matter
You're hot
they tell him
And they cool him
They stretch him on the Tree to cool
And everybody after that
is always making models
of his Tree
with Him hung up
and always crooning His name
and calling Him to come down
and sit in
on their combo
as if he is the king cat
who's got to blow
or they can't quite make it
Only he don't come down
from His Tree
Him just hang there
on His Tree
looking real Petered out
and real cool
and also
according to a roundup
of late world news
from the usual unreliable sources
real dead

**I did not, repeat, did not make up this name. It's sort of like the code number for my blood transfusions during the stop the bleeding visit to Duluth, it began with STD,go figure. Emphases mine, ed.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hey Pope - You can't even keep your own nest clean.