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I was looking at The Huffington Post’s “Funniest Protest Signs Of ‘09” [citation needed]. And there are, of course, a ton of hilarious Prop 8/anti-gay signs bubbling up from the lower echelons of IQville, as usual.

I don’t personally believe in a heaven or hell. But if I did, and if all gay people are bound for hell—then that’s where I want to go, too!

Because, not only are all the gay people going there—all the great musicians, writers, poets, prophets (blasphemy, right?), and decent artists are too.

So, basically heaven would have the worst décor, clothes, architecture, music and art—stucco buildings filled with puffy Southwestern-style couches and people with an average IQ of 12 in clashing variants of white polyester. Then, to top it off, it’d be filled to the off-white brim with mostly people I had been intentionally avoiding my entire mortal existence.

Oh, and heaven would be cold. We’d have all the fire and lavender-scented brimstone.

Apparently, before I got to it, this domain was occupied by some sort of religious organization. I’m supposing that it had something to do with the “word of God” being the “one word”.

Anyway, someone emailed someone at oneword about how she “loved the sermon” and really enjoyed the “Mohammed vs. Jesus” study.

I said “sorry, whomever you’re trying to reach is no longer at this address, as far as Jesus and Mohammed goes—I’m sure they’re best friends.”

In fact, Islam is all about Jesus. Their story involves a live ascension to heaven and no painful crucifixion—which I’m sure he appreciates.

I just find it interesting how religions pit themselves against one another constantly (and have been for ages) all of which are preaching Peace On Earth and Unconditional Love, all the while fanning flames of war and hatred based on all manner of conditions.

Don’t get me wrong, I love Jesus, and Buddha, and Mohammed, and Allah, and God in general. But—and I’m sure She would back me up on this one—FUCK religion.

That title isn’t really relevant. But this is oneword, and it’s all about flow and not editing and all that, and that’s what popped in there.

The story is that I did an interview with Eden Tyler at Fuel today and was asked about the blog and if I planned on updating it. And I was, like, “Oh yeah… I have a blog” (that was sorta the bitch-slap). Then, over the course of the day, I had already forgotten about it yet again until my wife updated her blog, which has the same theme as this one, and it reminded me that I need to update this blog. That’s how spacey I am.

And it’s really good that I’m writing here because, although I have no insightful social commentary or poetry or pictures, I do happen to have a little holiday film that I put together that you might enjoy. Or you might throw up. But here it is:

Confessions of a Sock Stealer