Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Pontifical payments...


You can still hear the laughter of bunnies at play...


This bitch had a fantabulous time last night celebrating Brother Rob’s birth! The crew began the evening at the new City Grille and Brewhaus on Lindell…formerly the Playboy Club. A bitch has never been to a former...no longer affiliated...definitly not still associated Playboy Club and, thank Gawd, they still have a lot of the original but now former Playboy accents. Fantabulous! The place was cool and they turned out a yummy assed burger too. Anyhoo, Brother Rob was thrilled with the tour which included a behind the scenes look at the former Penthouse and the former Play Room (please don't sue a bitch, Hef!), both of which give off a serious vibe of parties long past. The only thing missing was a velvet rope…and you know we mentioned that shit to the new owner (wink).

Post eat fest and tour, we made our way to AMP…which was, as always, a great scene and a fantabulous vodka cran…and indulged in more merriment. All in all, a fun evening of Rob Thurman based adoration and celebratude!

2 cups coffee with the usual, 1 Claritin, 2 Sudafed and cigs…

Pontifical payments…
A bitch was beyond amused to hear that the new head Pontiff in charge has decided to get paid for his…and every other Popes for the last 50 years…pontifical utterances.

Yep, the Vatican announced that they will now impose a strict copy write on all Pontifical announcements. The copy write is retroactive and encompasses all Pontifical writings dating back some 50 years…including writings done when the new head Pontiff in charge (HPIC) was working his way up the pontifical ladder.

The impact of this was immediate! NBC’s Today Show didn’t even reference this new hustle when it skimmed over, with no specific references mind you, the news that the HPIN had issued his first encyclical. They didn’t even dare to define what the hell an encyclical was…it probably would have cost them a fortune!

This bitch is fascinated. Just how does this Pontifical copy write work?

If the Pope is Gawd's messenger on Earth...and trust that a bitch does not buy that shit and color me a Protestant..., then isn’t he charging for the word of Gawd? And does this copy write include direct readings from the bible? Shit…if the Pope reads the entire Old Testament does that mean that the Vatican can cash in on any reprinting?

More over, if the Pontifical position is that the Pope is Gawd's messenger on Earth and the Bible is the word of Gawd and the copy write is retroactive does that mean the Vatican intends to cash in on all printings of the Bible for the last 50 years?

Jesus to Gawd, what a fantastical hustle! Shit…this is the most masterful pimping of Christianity since indulgences!

Observe and learn, members of the faithful…do as the Pontiff does and keep your mind on your money and your money on your motherfucking mind!

6 comments:

CRT Law Mama said...

Wow. Catholicism has reached a new low.. if that is even possible..

And as a non-confirmed (former) catholic, I am disturbed at the capitalistic tendencies of the catholic church. Still, capitalism and the church are firmly rooted in history.. Just look at the Pope's role in Nazi Germany.

flamingbanjo said...

If he's smart, the Pontiff® will get an endorsement deal from Prada.

fahren said...

This is a pet peeve of mine. What if the Bible were copyrighted? Think of all the $billion ministries out there bootlegging the Lord's word and charging for their books, tapes, and CDs. So if you can't afford it, the Word is not for you. I believe quite a few will be going to hell with gaseoline drawers.

It's Me, Maven... said...

Jesus H. Christ... even the Vatican is all about the Benjamins? Good grief!!!

Norma Jean said...

All I can say is that I'm so not surprised. After all, the new testament is the Catholics narrowminded view of the life of Jesus, anyway. Why not make a few bucks off of it, and all the long, hard years of making it what it is today?

Jeff said...

Well, since I want to get paid per word, too, I guess I can't blame Bennie boy. Now, the people out there who buy all that drivel -- they're another story.