Sunday, December 30, 2007
Rock Out For JESUS!
Are you a totally sweet midwestern mommy babe bedeckelized in full Christmas sequin snowman regalia complete with themed rhinestone pin? Does the evening news not quite fill the gapping void between your stale administrative job and some public institution of higher secondary school? Do you embrace the electric guitar as an instrument of greater awareness most amenable to mass dissemination over cheap modern electronics?
[Resident], do you accept Jesus as your personal God, Christ, and savior?
Then as my authority as an affirmed cardiac residential guarantor of Jesus Christ himself, I hereby imply that you extend my implication to your adult children and stuff their perky college bodies into your road salt encrusted SUV and shuttle them to our super cool Jesus Christmas multimedia technotronic, magnavonic super-mega BLOW OUT for JESUS CHRIST ROCK STAR EXTREME 110% WITH REAL FAKE SNOW AND ELECTRIC GUITARS AND BIG FLAT SCREEN MULTIMEDIA DISPLAYS AND SOME DUDE WHO ONCE LOVED JESUS SO MUCH THAT HIS DOCTOR PRESCRIBED HIM LAXATIVES AND SOME OTHER DUDE WHO WORE A HOODIE TO WORK ON A TUESDAY WHO MAY KNOW UPWARDS OF TEN HOTKEYS IN ADOBE PHOTOSHOP AND ENJOYS A ROBUST 4-COLOR PRINTING BUDGET!!!
I promise, you’ll feel almost as cool as your children and their cute ideas about Santa Claus and core curriculum European history, but twice as spiritual! Keep the dream alive and assuage yourself via Barnes and Noble’s most recent best seller devotional title.
Disclaimer: While I may or may not have been the first sibling to enthusiastically sing along during a rock rendition of Silent Night at Non-denominational Super Church, my Christmas at home with the family was actually relaxing and enjoyable. My mother, Jane, even gets special BLOG BONUS POINTS for exclaiming that “your dad isn’t really your dad” as a counter to my case that unwanted children should be aborted and that my cousin should be imprisoned for “irresponsible life” because she was knocked up and is an unfit parent. (note: it’s not reasonable to present a contrary result to refute a decision made by expected value, and my dad is probably my dad. Go Mom!)
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