You know the genius ‘There’s probably no god. Now stop worrying and start enjoying life’ adverts that are peppered across Big London? You know, the one that inspired our own genius-even-if-we-do-say-so-our-dolly-selves ‘Stop reading the Daily Mail and start enjoying life’ campaign? (We will get that off the ground, incidentally. We just got side-tracked by, well, cock if you must know…).
Well, those band-wagon Christians (figures, really. They are, after all, sheep in sensible shoes) have gotten all hot ‘n’ bothered about it, so have retaliated with their own adverts, which will run on buses throughout Londinium over the coming weeks. And fuck they’re a load of bollocks.
Pull up an Eames Recliner, people, open a packet of Cheesy Wotsits, and revel in the window-licking ones in fighting form…
‘There definitely is a God. So join the Christian Party and enjoy your life.’
Ooh, party time. But, you know, apart from the fact it’s not at all snappy, we would like to bring you up on the use of the word ‘definitely’. Erm, proof, please.
Another one? Oh go on, then…:
‘The fool hath said in his heart, there is no God.’
Who you callin’ fools, motherfuckers? Pot, kettle, black, retards…
And for good measure, here’s another:
‘There IS a God, BELIEVE. Don’t worry and enjoy your life.’
Oh, okay then.
*is diagnosed special needs; becomes religious*
Oh but aren’t they silly sausages, ladies and germs?
ps. Thought for the Day (Sir Terry Wogan stylee)… A person who rants about fairies at the bottom of their garden is called mentally unstable; a person who rants about God is called a Christian and given irrational privileges.
pps. Here’s the Guardian’s (sane) take on events.