No religion wants to do any of that. Some assholes who happen to believe a ridiculous strain of a particular religion do. There's an important distinction, I think.
I don't know if it's the three hours of sleep, the fact I don't want to hear anymore high pitched womanly chatter about children and house buying and pregnancy at work, the deafening cacophony of background noise from tablets being poured and the baker cells and the janitor, or maybe it's my increasing isolation and failure to find a circle of friends in the new city, or maybe what's-her-face, but I am one bitter and depressed little bitch tonight. It's been a long fucking week, and particularly miserable compared to how awesome last week was. Last week I saved someone's life by catching an egregious error. Today I made a stupid error (that was ultimately inconsequential anyways) because I wasn't fucking paying attention. What a week. Does anyone remember Matthew Good? I wish I could make my guitar sound like that. My voice, too, but I'll settle for the guitar part.
Fuck the CTA Redline, & fuck metra. Because of some bullshit, I missed my god damn train. So here I am, getting drunk on a train that ain't going nowhere for the next hour... Someone entertain me!
Rush Limbaugh needs to join Breitbart fucking stat. And sweet tea. Too much or too little sugar and it tastes like shit. Get it just right and it. is. awesome. Anyone else getting the Rasta Knockaround ads? I don't remember googling "I'm a douchy hipster who needs a pair of oversized stoner pop star shades."
I'm also getting them but you must have googled, as I did, "I'm a douchy frat dude in desperate need of typical frat sunglasses complete with frat strap"
I was trying to remember where I've seen a car come apart like that before, and then I remembered. Back to the Future 3, when the Delorian gets creamed by the train.
Some guy who didn't like having an anteater dick. Who was the guy who invented circumscision in the FIRST place? How in the hell did he talk people men such a procedure? Most guys I know will throw a punch when a woman drags her teeth! Probably conned them the same way Joseph Smith talked every guy into letting him fuck his wife.
Either started as a cleanliness ritual, or some kind of tribe identification. Either way: ritual. Instead of puncturing the skin to make it look like alligator scales, or tattooing half one's face, at least this ritual is aesthetically pleasing. Well, for me. My dick looks weird enough without an airport windsock covering it. Easy too. Just put your little thing in here and nip the tip:
Ritual smitual. Getting talked into something like that is not something people of human intelligence do. Unless you get off on it, like Scootah might. I had it done, but I was a few hours old (a very YOUNG-looking few hours old, I night add). If I told women that God wanted them to snuff out cigarette butts with their va-jay-jays, would that make me a holy man? I love that word. Holy. It's fun to say, like "megaphone".
David Koresh and Jim Jones talked husbands out of their wives and money. In some cases out of their daughters. Never underestimate what a few catch phrases and the drive to consistently, resolutely, proclaim yourself the conduit of god on earth will get you. I really want to start a religion. A truly bizarre one that could easily be mistaken as a fetish porn. See how many followers would be attracted to that kind of fraternity, to that kind of explicit liturgy. More importantly, see how long I could ride tax exemption benefits. We could do this. We're halfway there with this, err, uhh, congregation. That's the ticket. For that matter, how the FUCK do you not know you're in a cult? What kind of a tard willingly joins a cult, let alone does not know of the infamous nature of a cult? It's not difficult to know you've been had. If you're living on a nature preserve in a trailer with no electricity outside Sedona, fucking some old guy whose crotch smells like boiled cabbage because he believes soap to be the work of de debil/CIA, then you're in a cult. If entry into this religion is your first born daughter and your 401k, you're in a cult. If one of the stipulations is to breed with the great leader in his sanctuary, which is actually an old barn filled with assault weapons and a meth lab, you're in a cult. How do you not know this? I don't care how stupid or desperate you are. But don't let me stop you because it is fucking hilarious once the special hits National Geographic Channel.
If the youtube comments are to be believed, no. It was a Russian Nissan, which means the driver was on the right side of the vehicle. Evidently only parts of his lower half were recovered; the rest vaporized or something. Yuck. At least no one suffered.