take the baton from Rafa, which must have been tired of being the only one who posted on the blog, to tell a story: yesterday I was in the shower and between aberrant and bellowing song unbearable, I reached the following conclusion : The Church is like Colacao Club. That is, an association (for profit) to which I said my mother when I was little and then had its advantages: for gifts made you belong (the Baticao clock or communion, as the case .) Now, there is just something that I belong to the laziness that makes me erase and that should benefit anyone still keep in the list of persons engaged. This joke irrepressible
escapes me now that I think a few days ago I had a conversation with a 'cash' of Opus Dei , in principle, a guy my age, like any other. But it roam the theme of the guidelines that move your life and start shooting the machinery of marketing campaign. And I do not care to talk about my spirituality or lack of it, or how is my life without God. But please, is it so hard not to behave like a commercial for Alma ®? And this guy is not a particular case.
As I have me in high esteem, at times like this I remember the clown Böll: "Catholics have [...] when someone halfway intelligent expect will soon become" . Do not be weary, and two millennia later, to continue selling to whom eternal life they dont then there are angels and clouds, 40 virgins for martyrs or just a wooden face? So fucking see the current market? What campaign Coupon!
I declare myself as agnostic Colacao and God. The preferred the Nesquik Bunny , as handsome as the ones you like the Negritos of Tropical Africa. Yes, it's a pun. And I drink what I want.
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