April 24, 2024
8:33 a.m. CST



The Eight 'I'd really rather you didn'ts' of Pastafarianism

1. I’d Really Rather You Didn’t Act Like A Sanctimonious Holier-Than-Thou Ass When
Describing My Noodly Goodness. If Some People Don’t Believe In Me, That’s Okay.
Really, I’m Not That Vain. Besides, This Isn’t About Them So Don’t Change The Subject.

2. I’d Really Rather You Didn’t Use My Existence As A Means To Oppress, Subjugate,
Punish, Eviscerate, And/Or, You Know, Be Mean To Others. I Don’t Require Sacrifices,
And Purity Is For Drinking Water, Not People.

3. I’d Really Rather You Didn’t Judge People For The Way They Look, Or How They Dress,
Or The Way They Talk, Or, Well, Just Play Nice, Okay? Oh, And Get This
Through You Thick Heads: Woman=Person, Man=Person. Samey-Samey. One is Not
Better Than The Other, Unless We’re Talking About Fashion And I’m Sorry, But I Gave
That To Women And Some Guys Who Know The Difference Between Teal And
Fuchsia.

4. I’d Really Rather You Didn’t Indulge In Conduct That Offends Yourself, Or Your
Willing, Consenting Partner Of Legal Age AND Mental Maturity. As For Anyone Who
Might Object, I Think The Expression Is Go Fuck Yourself, Unless They Find That
Offensive In Which Case They Can Turn Off The TV For Once And Go For A Walk For
A Change.

5. I’d Really Rather You Didn’t Challenge The Bigoted, Misogynist, Hateful Ideas Of
Others On An Empty Stomach. Eat, Then Go After The Bastards.

6. I’d Really Rather You Didn’t Build multi million-Dollar Churches/Temples/Mosques/
Shrines To My Noodly Goodness When The Money Could Be Better Spent (Take Your
Pick): A. Ending Poverty B. Curing Diseases C. Living In Peace, Loving With Passion,
And Lowering The Cost Of Cable. I Might Be A Complex Carbohydrate Omniscient
Being, But I Enjoy The Simple Things In Life. I Ought To Know. I AM The Creator.

7. I’d Really Rather You Didn’t Go around Telling People I Talk To you. You’re Not
That Interesting. Get Over Yourself. And I Told You To Love Your Fellow Man,
Can’t You Take A Hint?

8. I’d Really Rather You Didn’t Do Unto Others As You Would Have Them Do Unto
You If You Are Into, Um, Stuff That Uses a lot Of Leather/Lubrication/Las Vegas. If
The Other Person Is Into It However (Pursuant To #4), Then Have At It, Take Pictures,
And For The Love Of Mike, Wear A CONDOM! Honestly It’s A Piece Of Rubber, If I
Didn’t Want It To Feel Good When You Did It I Would Have Added Spikes, Or
Something.


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April 18, 2024
11:27 A.M. cst

Poem of the Day

Helen Betty Osborne

BY Marilyn Dumont

    Betty, if I set out to write this poem about you
it might turn out instead
to be about me
or any one of
my female relatives
it might turn out to be
about this young native gir
growing up in rural Alberta
in a town with fewer Indians
than ideas about Indians,
in a town just south of the 'Aryan Nations'

    it might turn out to be
about Anna Mae Aquash, Donald Marshall or Richard Cardinal,
it might even turn out to be
about our grandmothers,
beasts of burden in the fur trade
skinning, scraping, pounding, packing,
left behind for ‘British Standards of Womanhood,'
left for white-melting-skinned women,
not bits-of-brown women
left here in this wilderness, this colony.

    Betty, if I start to write a poem about you
it might turn out to be
about hunting season instead,
about 'open season' on native women
it might turn out to be
about your face     young and hopeful
staring back at me      hollow now from a black and white page
it might be about the 'townsfolk'    (gentle word)
townsfolk who 'believed native girls were easy'
and 'less likely to complain if a sexual proposition led to violence.'

     Betty, if I write this poem.


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