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Eight Seven Crazy Nights

Tuesday, December 4th, 2007

dreideloid.jpgYou probably know that Hanukkah is a winter festival celebrated by Jews worldwide designed primarily to make non-Jews jealous of its eight nights of presents. (You may also have learned that this jealousy is unwarranted, as the haul of presents usually contains an unreasonably high percentage of socks.) But what you may not have known is that it’s also an environmental catastrophe:

The founders of the Green Hanukkah campaign found that every candle that burns completely produces 15 grams of carbon dioxide. If an estimated one million Israeli households light for eight days, they said, it would do significant damage to the atmosphere. “The campaign calls for Jews around the world to save the last candle and save the planet, so we won’t need another miracle,” said Liad Ortar, the campaign’s cofounder…

In an effort to show solidarity with the Chosen People in their campaign to fight global warming and ethnic stereotypes about stinginess, I propose that members of other faiths look for ways to reduce their own carbon footprints, such as:

Mormons: It’s estimated that up to 90% of carbon dioxide in the atmosphere is the result of you asking me about God on the damn bus. Let’s work on that.

Baptists: Lower thermostat in Hell by 20% in the daytime.

Islamic Militants: Burning George W. Bush effigies and American flags is a significant source of airborne pollutants; why not try our new smokeless solar-powered effigy instead?

Atheists: When loudly parroting the talking points of Richard Dawkins or Christopher Hitchens, be sure to do it in the direction of a wind farm.

Amish: Fewer wood-burning stoves, more Xboxes.

Wiccans: Exotic imported potion ingredients such as “eye of newt” can usually be replaced with fake crab legs; switch to energy-efficient electric cauldrons.

Buddhists: What is the sound of 50% fewer hands clapping?

Zoroastrians: Keep up the good work, dude!


And He Saw That They Were Good

Thursday, November 15th, 2007

salma_cleave.jpgShe may not be the greatest actress, or director, or producer, but everyone can agree that Salma Hayek has one attribute no one can argue with—her mind.

Specifically, she was smart enough to ask God for some world-class gazongas:

My mom and I stopped at a church during a road trip we were making from our home in Mexico. When we went inside, I prayed for the miracle I wanted to happen. I put my hands in holy water and said: ‘Please God, give me some breasts.’ And he gave me them! Within a few months, I developed a growing spurt, as teenagers do, and I was very pleased with the way I grew outwards.

Unfortunately for her fellow citizens, while the Hombre Upstairs was expertly sculpting Hayek’s tetas del Dios, He was too busy to intervene in the 1985 Mexico City earthquake which killed 9,000 people or Mexico’s crushing quarterfinal loss in the 1986 World Cup, not to mention the tragic death of a small Oaxacan child who was destined to cure cancer and banish world hunger had he not been trampled in 1983 by a herd of rabid llama.

But—¡ay, qué melones!


Clay Aiken is Gay Fakin’ For Jesus

Sunday, October 7th, 2007

If a gay man is asked his sexual orientation in the forest, does he make a sound? Not if the gay man is Clay Aiken. Once again, people are hounding the former American Idol contestant for answers on his gayosity, and mums the word.

Specifically, the allegedly heterosexual elders of a Wichita Kansas church are demanding “I’m not gay” assurances from Aiken before he is allowed to perform in their Christmas Church concert.

Man, it gets harder to be Christian every day. I mean, I knew the whole pre-marital sex thing was bad. And gay sex was REALLY bad. But I had no idea it was a sin to listen to gay people sing. I knew I was going to hell, but not because I own Bohemian Rhapsody. What about all those Christ-lovin’ people who grooved to Wham before they knew better? Ouch.

In what can only be described as horribly frightening and familiar the pastor of the church bent over backwards for Aiken and was behind him all the way:

[T]he pastor… declar[ed] Aiken was a Christian who didn’t ‘drink, smoke, swear or womanise.’ The clergyman also recalled interviews Aiken gave to Rolling Stone magazine and an internet site, in which he stated he was not gay.

That sounds like a pretty solid defense to me. Of course, I predict the elders will persist with their inquisition, pressuring Aiken for the right to verify that his cock tastes “sin free.”