Everybody Should Meet My God
…Even if my divinity only exists in my head.
(Durga, above, is my kind of kick-ass goddess, and I bet she can seriously multitask as well.)
Overall, don’t you find that divine powers appear tricky and often quite judgy as well? Each has a specific name and a whole host of rules, usually interpreted by a small group of stern-looking, old men hovering over a holy text that is typically chock-full of contradictions.
A follower must adhere to specific guidelines, donate money, and attend religious services regularly to attain membership to their club — or risk being kicked out.
Never-ending and sometimes bizarre rules abound in religious circles, such as:
Don’t eat lobster, shrimp, non-cud chewing creatures, beef, tomatoes, watermelon, or any other consumables we don’t want on your menu!
Don’t wear skirts above your knees — men can’t control their drooling, licentious nature when confronted by bare kneecaps — and perhaps elbows as well!
Don’t use birth control — be fruitful and multiply our brand of religious adherents across the planet. Grow the numbers. It’s good for business!
Don’t curse because self-expression needs to be limited and regulated — by us of course!
