Linkie
Saw this a while ago on Andrew Sullivan's blog and I think it warrants a post:
"Look, I'm tolerant. I'm the Mahatma-freaking-Ghandi of tolerance. I don't mind what you do, what you believe, how you dress, or who you "bang." To paraphrase Salt 'n Peppa, if you want to take a guy home with you tonight, it's none of my business. If you wanna be a freak 'n sell it on the weeken', it's none of my business! I just don't care.
I don't mind who you worship. I don't mind where you do it. I don't care if you think Christ is the messiah. I don't care if you think Christ is the anti-Christ. I don't care if you think *you're* the messiah. I don't mind if you put on an orange robe, shave your head, and join a frickin' suicide cult. Care factor: zero. It doesn't worry me! Do whatever you want to do!
Just don't knock on my door before midday on Saturday. Don't do it. I'm looking at you, Mormons."
Now listen up, Mormons. A lot of people say you're freaks, that you wear special underpants and worship some guy with magic glasses. That you're not proper Christians. That in fact, you're a cult, and your theology compares unfavorably to the Raelians, the Branch Davidians, and Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone.
But not me. I think you're fine. You definately don't make *less* sense than the Catholics, Muslims, and Buddhists.
*However*, the Catholics don't come round, bashing on my door on Saturday morning. The Muslims and the Buddhists don't come round bashing on my door on Saturday morning! Even the Salvation Army, who rock up with their trumpets, bassoons, tubas, and tambourine ensemble, making more noise than Iron Maiden, have the common decency to wait until after lunch!
But that's not for you, Mormons, is it? You're up bright and perky, on Saturday morning after going to bed at seven thirty the night before, after watching some Benji movie."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lRmC0DaE6rE
"Look, I'm tolerant. I'm the Mahatma-freaking-Ghandi of tolerance. I don't mind what you do, what you believe, how you dress, or who you "bang." To paraphrase Salt 'n Peppa, if you want to take a guy home with you tonight, it's none of my business. If you wanna be a freak 'n sell it on the weeken', it's none of my business! I just don't care.
I don't mind who you worship. I don't mind where you do it. I don't care if you think Christ is the messiah. I don't care if you think Christ is the anti-Christ. I don't care if you think *you're* the messiah. I don't mind if you put on an orange robe, shave your head, and join a frickin' suicide cult. Care factor: zero. It doesn't worry me! Do whatever you want to do!
Just don't knock on my door before midday on Saturday. Don't do it. I'm looking at you, Mormons."
Now listen up, Mormons. A lot of people say you're freaks, that you wear special underpants and worship some guy with magic glasses. That you're not proper Christians. That in fact, you're a cult, and your theology compares unfavorably to the Raelians, the Branch Davidians, and Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone.
But not me. I think you're fine. You definately don't make *less* sense than the Catholics, Muslims, and Buddhists.
*However*, the Catholics don't come round, bashing on my door on Saturday morning. The Muslims and the Buddhists don't come round bashing on my door on Saturday morning! Even the Salvation Army, who rock up with their trumpets, bassoons, tubas, and tambourine ensemble, making more noise than Iron Maiden, have the common decency to wait until after lunch!
But that's not for you, Mormons, is it? You're up bright and perky, on Saturday morning after going to bed at seven thirty the night before, after watching some Benji movie."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lRmC0DaE6rE