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The Trivial Life

Dick and Lynn Cheney own Picassos
but won't hang them on their walls
in order to protect their grandchildren
from line drawings of nude women.

I just mindlessly let the truck radio blather on
about how troubling Halloween is for many christians
because of something to do with the devil
and kids in demonic costumes.

That profoundly troubling, soul-searching debate
came right after a discussion of how people who serve
in restaurants really dislike the Sunday morning shift
because church people are such lousy tippers.

Anglicans, whose first grand leader was Henry VIII,
who had six wives, two of whom he beheaded, two of whom
he divorced, and two of whom somehow made it to glory
without Henry shoving them into it, are hot and bothered
about women priests and homosexuality; probably
just glad that Henry preferred females.  The Pope has invited
the dissident Anglicans to come home to Rome, wives and all,
but they cannot become bishops if they are married.

What a fine merger that would make! 
Their first document should be on how
celibacy, pedophilia, discrimination against women,
homophobia, and red slippers are a great foundation
on which to build a church, and espouse family values.

Idiots, all of them!

Who was it who said that madness is inherited;
that you catch it from your kids? 
Triviality is a virtue.  It keeps us from important things.



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