I’m writing a fantasy story for National Novel Writing Month. It’s kind of an allgory/Satire/Parody of Fantasy/RPG’s/the middle ages. I realized that one section of this could be considered rather offensive.
This is my bit on the religion of the europeon derived country.
The church god of indeterminate numbers, who is either 1 or 3 or 7 or 12 or infinite, but is always prime. He and his nephew, who was ambassador to earth, but promptly told to get stuffed, so he founded the church, signed ownership over to his best friend, called him pope(In the old tongue, “Man with hat”) and went back to heaven. He taught them to eat the jam and drink the rum and remember that life was really just a barrel full of jam and rum, which had been stirred by monkeys. The church believed that the jam and rum was really holy bile and phlegm of the nephew, but others felt it was just a symbolic gesture said while drunk. Some believed that man should not live by jam and rum alone, but by the good feelings of God and his nephew. Those who included the brother as well as the nephew were given a royal kick in the backside, because there was no brother.
By this point, the church had 513 distinct divisions resulting from the schisms of years (of the new calender) 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,11,267,302,756,1099,1230,and 1356(another was scheduled for next year, and would bring the number of divisions up to 3002). The pope was the sole representative of Church God and his Nephew. The title was originally handed down through the bloodline of the nephew’s best friend, but when the son of the best friend died in a bizarre shaving accident, leaving no children, the rules were changed so that the person who contributed the most money to the church, or who had the biggest army, would become the next pope. Thus proving beyond all doubt that Church God and the Nephew had sanctioned the money and power to the pope.
There were 512 popes in existence, but only one of them had the 89% of the population united behind him. One division was quite insane and believed the pope was just a guy in a funny hat who drove around in a glass carriage, so they had no pope. These people, called nopopers, were never invited to parties. Next year, there would be two nopope divisions, who would later crusade against each other for the rights to original nopopery.
So far, some jabs at Caholicism, some jabs at protestantism or just Christianity in general.
Here’s the tricky part.
These were the people who believed in the church god, but when faced with the nephew, they had said that they weren’t aware church God had a nephew. Some among them had asked the people of the pie to throw their pies at the nephew, and it being a slow day, they did. The Nephew wiped off the tomato sauce and cheese and told them that he was disappointed with them all. Those who did not believe in the nephew, or had feigned ignorance at the nephew, were called the people without the nephew. They had been scorned and only allowed to make cotton candy. When many of them became extremely wealthy from their cotton candy production, those of the nephew slapped their foreheads and were jealous of the Nonephews, promising to buy their cotton candy but not to enjoy it, and to curse them forever for excelling in the one industry they were allowed to work.
Now, when reading that, could a reasonable person find that anti-semitic? I don’t want it to be, though I do want it to be commenting on/mocking anti-semitism in the middle ages.