Oh Christians, again. Are they having a laugh or what? Telling the real stuff from the spoof is never easy.
The wondrous Green Fairy blog directed me to the Kingdom Identity Ministries site where they sell a number of curious items.
'Our Speak Softly Spanking Stick teaches children good old-fashioned discipline. Each 16" x 1 1/2" stick is imprinted with Scripture verses.'
Riiiiiiiight. Your child may well be able to read through its arse cheeks, so spank that bible in.
They also sell two items that, taken together, are as nuts as it gets. Stickers discouraging white women from being 'race-mixing sluts'
and a wallchart detailing the heritage of the Anglo-Saxon race.
Why is it so many white supremacists go on about the good pure Anglo-Saxon race? Do these people not understand the function of a hyphen?
That group is a hybrid of Angles (from what's now Denmark) and Saxons (from Saxony, in what's now eastern Germany). It is, by definition, a mixed race.
They got together in what's now England about 1500 years ago. Even if you ignore the oxymoron in the idea of a hybridised group being 'pure', how does anyone claim pure Anglo-Saxon heritage? Who knows if they've had interbreeding with Vikings, Normans, Jews, Irish or any of the other groups who've been coming to this island in the intervening centuries, way before any of us can trace back our family tree.
Or indeed, any of the Roman, Celtic or other peoples who were already here before the Angles packed their cases and got busy with their oars. It's a bit weird to say the invaders of 1500 years ago are the true people of the island, but the ones from 1800 or 1200 years ago aren't.
Merrick, you're bemoaning the lack of sense and consistent logical thought among racist monotheists! Why not complain about the scarcity of unicorn-jockey pixies from Atlantis while you're at it?
Ooops, my bad.
In tribute to the source of this stuff, here's me dressed as a green fairy.
I think my 'dressing up as blogs I link to' thing should be a one-off rather than a theme though. Whilst Chase Me Ladies I'm In The Cavalry and Lost Bands of The New Wave Era would probably be fun, the first idea that comes to mind for Seven Inches of Joy would be over my risque-excess threshold, and what I'd suffer in depicting Kerosene Oyster Hell couldn't possibly be justified by the results.