Moving Picture Daymares

“You know what really grinds my gears?” I went to my little cousin’s confirmation ceremony the other day. Though I’m not a believer, I love my cousin, and it was a big deal for her. I’m suure it was a big deal for the 50 odd kids also participating in the ceremony. So imagine my hatred for the human race when throughout the ceremony, some douchebags, along with the three misbehaving kids wouldn’t stop talking, not neccesarily using hushed tones, as well as pushing kids away to take pictures of some little whore who couldn’t care less if she was been plowed through her every orifice by three ruddy bikers, or if she was receiving a holy sacrament. Why is it that so-called catholics insist on putting on that facade every weekend, just to “make good with God” every time they screw up? If God really existed, let me tell you, he’d be more pissed at the lack of reverence his so-called followers have for his sacrimonious ceremonies, and would’ve probably smited the closed-in dome just to prove a point, cause let me tell you, that looked more like a cockfighting ring that a church with God-fearing people in it. If there is something up there, I’m pretty sure it won’t care if you’d rather go partying than stay closed-in for two hours listening to some dude in a dress droning on and on about how bad sex before marriage is. Hell, they’d probably laugh this guy off Paradise itself. I was really hoping for some smiting to happen that day. A bolt of lighting, or a pressurized tornado inside the church. But… nothing. I went home disappointed. The again, I stole most of their food at the party afterwards. …”And that’s what really grinds my gears.”