WICCANS REALLY MAKE ME SICK
There are times when wiccans really make me want to puke all over them. There are times when their self-righteous, preachy bullshit just gets too much for a civilized stomach to stand and a few months back I read something that sent me up the wall and over the battlements.
There is this clown on Beliefnet who does the wiccan blog, a whiney little pagan leftist piece of human crap who thinks that everyone should just sort of hold hands and sing Kumbaya and the world will be a better place.
BAH!
Well, I was reading his blog and I never will again, and he told the oft-told tale of how the virtuous Witches of England did a spell and kept the EVIL HITLER from invading their shores (never mind the RAF under Lord Dowding, a Theosophist, probably had a lot more to do with that than a bunch of oddly clad rustics with ren-faire costumes and dipshit names did) and how wonderful and how ethical and how utterly utterly moral it was that they only acted in defense.
Well, Uncle Chuckie blew a gasket!
I mean I really blew a gasket!
I reamed them. Oh how wonderful, how moral, how ethical! No doubt they all slept well than night in their comfortable beds, much more comfortably than the poor devils in the concentration camps whose stay might have been made just a little bit shorter, their lives made just a bit longer, if the filth-bag scum-sucking earth fucking witches had been just a little less moral and, instead of just keeping him from their shores, had killed the son of a bitch.
What a bunch of pigs. Burning them would be a waste of good firewood.
They can take their ethics and they can shove them up their collective ass.
And let us all be grateful that it was a Theosophist who commanded the RAF and not a wiccan. I don't look good in brown.
And if I should ever have the choice of who to fight for me, give me a hellfire-believing Christian any day.
There are times when wiccans really make me want to puke all over them. There are times when their self-righteous, preachy bullshit just gets too much for a civilized stomach to stand and a few months back I read something that sent me up the wall and over the battlements.
There is this clown on Beliefnet who does the wiccan blog, a whiney little pagan leftist piece of human crap who thinks that everyone should just sort of hold hands and sing Kumbaya and the world will be a better place.
BAH!
Well, I was reading his blog and I never will again, and he told the oft-told tale of how the virtuous Witches of England did a spell and kept the EVIL HITLER from invading their shores (never mind the RAF under Lord Dowding, a Theosophist, probably had a lot more to do with that than a bunch of oddly clad rustics with ren-faire costumes and dipshit names did) and how wonderful and how ethical and how utterly utterly moral it was that they only acted in defense.
Well, Uncle Chuckie blew a gasket!
I mean I really blew a gasket!
I reamed them. Oh how wonderful, how moral, how ethical! No doubt they all slept well than night in their comfortable beds, much more comfortably than the poor devils in the concentration camps whose stay might have been made just a little bit shorter, their lives made just a bit longer, if the filth-bag scum-sucking earth fucking witches had been just a little less moral and, instead of just keeping him from their shores, had killed the son of a bitch.
What a bunch of pigs. Burning them would be a waste of good firewood.
They can take their ethics and they can shove them up their collective ass.
And let us all be grateful that it was a Theosophist who commanded the RAF and not a wiccan. I don't look good in brown.
And if I should ever have the choice of who to fight for me, give me a hellfire-believing Christian any day.