ADVENTURES IN JESUSLAND
No.4 The Moon And The Fundament
In a small town in the heart of Jesusland, Oswald the T-Rex and Dolly his beloved wife strolled down the main street happily munching on large lettuce sandwichs. oblivious to the angry, honking motorists whose passage he and Dolly couldn't help but impede. A few curious pedestrians stared at them but he'd learned to live with oglers. His savage fangs impaled the heart of a lettuce, his powerful claws almost shredded the last sandwich as he finished off his meal.
Suitably replenished, Oswald began to take more note of his surroundings. Down a sidestreet marched a throng of folks carrying pitchforks or guns. Some of them had flaming torches. They cried out, "It's the work of Satan. The demons are among us. Obama is the AC. Bamy, Bamy, Bamy. Burn the heretics" and other righteous phrases.
"What gives", roared Oswald, "Why all the racket".
"A bunch of liberals and homos have started up ass worship in our God fearing little town. And we ain't gonna stand for it. We're gonna burn 'em". explained Waldemar Aristotle, spokesman for the mob.
"Why worship a humble ass when they could worship big ol' powerful me", grinned Oswald.lightheartedly.
"Oh hush", interjected Dolly, "Can't you see these folks mean business"?
"No. Not that type of ass", Waldemar replied. "Ass as in buttocks type ass".
"Ugh, o yeah", said Oswald,losing interest. Kind of sad that his attempt at lightening the mood had fallen flat.
Oswald and Dolly followed the mob as it continued on to the end of the street. There, at the edge of town, a rag tag group of citizens prostrated themselves outside a chapel. Some of them wore long flowing robes and others were sky clad. "Arise faithful worshipers", intoned a young lady wearing a crown of sycamore on her raven tresses. "Gaze upon the moon god. Symbol of truth and renewal"
With those words the worshipers raised their heads and looked upwards at a fellow, aged about thirty, with long flowing, blonde hair, stood upon the chapel roof. The man hoisted up his robes and stuck out his bare bottom. The awe-struck worshipers cied out, "O moon. Show us the way to salvation".
The angry mob set upon the moon worshipers and, with their flaming brands and pitchforks, drove them into the desert. "And don't come back", yelled Waldemar,"Or we'll kill you".
"Hey Waldemar", a skinny little guy carrying a hunting rifle squawked. "That's Jebus up there on the roof".
Waldemar immediately fell to his knees and the rest of the mob followed suit. "Forgive us o Lord. We didn't know.". The mob started speaking in tongues and praying.
"Why are you worshiping that guy's ass", queried a puzzled Oswald.
"That's Jebus up there displaying His fundament", replied the skinny guy.
"So"?
"Well we're fundamentalists".
"Good grief", muttered the Lord under his breath, "Can't a guy take a shit in peace round here"?
"Come on Dolly. They're crazy in this town. Let's go somewhere else".