In Latin America, one interesting phenomenon was the women in the Catholic Church who went up the church aisle on their knees.

For those of you who have taken time out from reading what Jehovists call the Bible to read the New Testament, there may be a problem with this. Jesus specifically denounced those who showed off their piety.

But I doubt these women have any problem.

One of my landladies down there was one of 22 children, so after she had five she had her tubes tied off and the priest banned her from the church. But she still had the candles burning all day as you went down the stairs and religious pictures everywhere.

But all of this is outside my sphere of judgement.

No, I do not feel that any of these people are in any way related to me. So, though I think I follow Christ, I have ceased to call myself a Christian. All the “Christians” want to dump their baggage on me.

They say I must accept the Wordism Jesus had, if He wanted to stay alive awhile, had to give lip service to. They think He could speak freely.

They’re morons. But they’re also loud, fanatical morons.

So it’s better to act like they’re not there, the way I act like Buddhists or Confuscianists are not there.

They are all the True Wordists. (From the May 15, 1999 WOL: Wordism)

Which means they’re all silly.

I have no feeling for any “conservative” who says race is unimportant. That is Wordism.

The Wordist is a person who denies all ties of blood. His greatest enemy is race. This was true of Lenin, this is true of the Pope, this is true of the Reverend Moon.

The Reverend Moon demands interracial marriages. He wants people to be united only by the Reverend Moon, the Second Christ, not by blood.

If a sterile priest waves his arms over a black and a Scandinavian, that is the True Religion.

Shaun Hannity said that if he sees a black and blond together all he sees is two Children of Christ. He also says that no Christian can say otherwise.

Marxists say precisely the same thing. Libertarians say the same thing. Only the Book unites them. Every shred of feeling and conscience has to lie between the covers of a book.

So who cares which Book it is?