Jesus Told Me He Hates Racists

A conversation with Our Lord and Savior over cheeseburgers

You know Jesus, right? Not, like, know Him personally, or follow Him, or worship Him, or whatever. But, like, you know who I’m talking about, right? The Son of Man.

Anyway, I was having lunch with Jesus the other day. Nothing fancy. Just cheeseburgers at this place by my house. We were…

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“I privately say to you old friend (unto you, really, I’m afraid), please accept from me this unpretentious bouquet of early-blooming parenthesis: (((( )))).” — J.D. Salinger

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Dennis DiClaudio

Dennis DiClaudio

Oddly shaped collection of eukaryotic cells. Author of a small guide book series on diseases, disorders, and deviances. Curates and edits (parenthetical note).

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