Nietzsche killed him. Or Dawkins. Or maybe it was the Klingons. Yeah, that's the ticket: it was the Klingons.
God was a tough old bird. He'd long since kicked the asses of Dagon, Baal, Zeus and Thor. He'd pretty much conquered the world at one point. No question he was tougher than a syphilitic Kraut or a narcissistic Brit. But Klingons ... well, they're an ugly bunch.
Anyway, God is dead, Christianity is dying, religion is a sham. You can read about it in the papers every day. Which left those neurasthenic chancel-prancers at Magdalene's Egg with nothing much to write about.
So they gave me their blog. And now we're gonna talk about stuff that never dies. Manly stuff. Like killing animals. And sports. Tough sports, like, um, squash. Don't laugh -- you ever look at a squash player in the locker room? Those guys are buff. Not that I look at other guys in the locker room. What are you suggesting? Anyway, stop interrupting me when I'm ... what was I saying?
Right. Manly stuff.
Like Hemingway. And sailors. And maybe the Mongols.
Oh, and naked ladies because, well, who doesn't like naked ladies? Even other ladies like 'em, which is why they put them on the cover of the fashion magazines. It's a little weird when you think about it, but nothing sells clothes as fast as nudity. Not that I actually read fashion magazines, because I gave that up when my wife found my stash.
Anyways, if you came here looking for your daily dose of religion, sex and politics, you're out of luck. Cry me a river, pally. The only resemblance this blog has to the Egg is that they're both hard-boiled.
