This is the kind of story that royally pisses me off because it hits two of my three pet peeves: Religion and pets. (Pun intended)
The dipshit of a pope comes up with this most likely because kids (the victims of religion) are becoming more aware and smelling bullshit much earlier than they used to. By the time they’re 18 and out of the house, less are going to the weekly fashion show of sheep (aka mass).
So now here comes Naziberger with this crap. He knows it’ll fly, because who the hell has read a bible anyway? The guy in the dress MUST know more about it. Now the fence sitters can think, hey, not really sure if this god is good for anything, but I might see Sparky, or Fluffy or my puppy WikiLeaks for all eternity? Well… think I’ve got some quarters for that offertory plate. :rolleyes:
Just from Genesis, we learn that 600 year old Noah lands his shit-ark on Mt. Ararat on his 601st birthday when the waters recede. God doesn’t talk to Noah until what happens…??? That’s right, until Noah sacrifices the bull. (Funny already, because there wouldn’t be any cows left if the bull sperm leaves the planet.)
Ironically, this is the only thing I’ve ever liked about the evil-fiction beast named Yahweh: He hates animals. Always wants a sacrifice. I still find one of the most peculiar things about humans is the crazy love they have for keeping an animal in the home. No one will ever convince me that paying for a little whining, barking, meow-ing shit factory should share my home and bring me “companionship” and “loyalty” and whatever else. Granted, I certainly don’t think we should test shampoos and cigarettes on animals. That’s cruel and unnecessary. But if there’s a cure for cancer that we need to sacrifice 10,000 puppies with to see if it works, line 'em up and get going on that research!
Naziberger is THE MOST successful catholic shithead of steering away the real meaning of religion (power, murder & money) and bringing in the puppies. Woof woof, bark bark, yap yap, go to hell, Il Papa.