Modern Day saints are cunts, aren’t they?
Dearly beloved,
We are gathered here today to ensure the parish understands its lowliness, to remember those holy enlightened to the Lord, and to further anoint their hallowed heads.
Ah-men. Let us pray.
Above reproach, unable to be criticised, they hover above everyone, holier than you, cleaner of spirit, purer of heart. When they shuffle off this mortal coil, there is a lengthy mourning period where, like the Mandela-thon from a few years back, you are unable to speak objectively lest you be cast out and biblically ostracised by lachrymose tyrants. Indeed, when the Princess of Hearts was splattered all over the dashboard, the country ground to a halt and the airwaves were festooned with endless lugubrious music and clichéd eulogies. For a fucking fortnight.
Ahh-men Let us pray for:-
Saint Greta
Saint Barack
Saint Jo Cox
Saint Oprah
Saint Mandela
Saint Malala
and who can forget, the doe-eyed self-promoting hussy herself, Saint Diana.
Thou shalt not criticise these eminent Reverends. May God’s love forever shineth a light on each venerable grace whilst reminding thee of thy unworthiness. Thou pile of festering, unrepentant cunts.
Ahh-souls.
Nominated by Captain Magnanimous