We don’t, normally, see swooning
Over atheist cartooning
But the problem is ballooning
Or, that’s what they’d have us know
One cartoon, they think, might seize us
(They assume it cannot please us)
Cos it shows the face of Jesus
And his little buddy, Mo.
There’s an Author whose creation
Shows a cruel imagination
And whose acts deserve damnation
Or, again, that’s what they say
But the audience intended
Finds the humour simply splendid
It comes highly recommended
By the atheists today!
You all, I am sure, know Jesus and Mo, and the manufactroversy surrounding the cartoon.
Jesus and Mo is offensive. To some people. In very nearly the exact same sense as the bible and the qur’an are offensive, to other people. (and in very nearly the exact same sense as the failure to capitalize the words “bible” and “qur’an” is to still more people.)
I like being offended every once in a while–keeps me from boring myself to death, and surprises me every once in a while with something I thought would offend me, but does not (I’m looking at you, brussels sprouts). I think I’d rather have a variable world that sometimes colors outside the lines of my preferences, than one that always stays safely within the realms of any and all offense. The price I pay to discover new favorites, is the occasional discovery of something offensive. This happens with art, with literature, with food…
I am reminded (true story) of a friend who claimed that “anyone who only ever does it in one position…. that’s a fetish.” She would be (indeed, was) offended by the very conservatism in sex that took offense at her views.
Hmmm… I guess we can’t aim at “no offense” without dooming ourselves to extinction, then.
Maybe we can settle for the government not taking sides.
QFT
Really! Just the other night my daughter served some brussel sprouts gently sauteed in a lightly seasoned butter sauce. It was literally only the second time in my life I ever finished a serving of the ugly little knobs and the very first time I ever asked for seconds!
All my previous offense simply melted away into forgetfulness as butter sauteed brussel sprouts melted in my mouth. Nourishing and delicious not to mention supportive and unaffected. In a daring moment I was quite astonished. I was also somewhat rueful to think of all those brussel sprouts I had previously ignored and let go cold on the plate. Perhaps I might not have been offended all those times?
bunnies?
Wow, I’ve been Cuttlefished! Thank you :)
Hi Author! Thanks for all the jokes!
My favorite part about this pontifigurd is that it’s not even “You don’t have the right to offend me”, it’s “You don’t have the right to not be offended.”
Can’t have people not taking offense. That might lead to peace and love and brotherhood and so on.
Epic.
Well I think that god is a Brussels Sprout (and don’t you dare try not capitalising that ‘BS’!!!!)
Or maybe he’s a Lima Bean
(I’m pretty much a Unitarian when it comes to Vegi Deities–sort of Vegitarian)
Ooh, sauteed, never tried that. I roast ’em, in butter and honey with a little marjoram and salt.