PZ, you bastard!
Now you have gone too far.
Some of us do try to teach our children proper reverence, and what do you do?
You rip the pages of a perfectly good book.
This will not stand!
I haven’t even read the God Delusion yet and PZ goes ripping up a perfectly good copy.
What. A. Waste!
Books have information, and history, and store atmospheric carbon by the megaton! to just rip their pages out is a waste. Grrr.
Unless they are mildewy, of course, or you are about to freeze to death (and it is a particularly bad book).
Seriously, though, I have kept half an eye on the Great Cracker Controversy and am completely mystified.
Yeah, PZ is being a bit
of an assholedeliberately provocative, but honestly…
anyway,enough of that crap, though it does remind me of my own encounter with the Eucharist:
I was going out with this catholic girl, see, and she decided one weekend that it had been too long since she had gone to church, so she asked me to come along, on a nice spring day, and we could stop by the pub after or something.
Fair ‘nough – kinda cultural exchange thingy.
Now, the Church of Iceland is (highish) Lutheran in the Scandihoovian style, and does not go in for such popery. And most of my encounters with European churches had been with the Stern Presbyterian end of the spectrum…
So, I was most interested in the cracker and wine ceremony and went along with it, as one does.
The wine sucked, I still remember just how bad it was – if you’re going to do this, would it be too much to get a decent wine? Maybe some red eastern Med style for the sake of history?
Anyway, the cracker was worse, so I only had a nibble and palmed the rest.
Now what to do?
Well, right outside the church was this jolly nice pond.
I only got a couple of crumbs tossed when my friend noticed and reacted.
I had not appreciated what good reaction speed she had.
Anyway, after confiscating the remants and looking flustered, she decided to eat the rest.
Mea culpa. Mea culpa. Mea maxima culpa.
Then we went for a beer and ploughman’s lunch, as I recall.
I think the next catholic church I went to was St Peter’s – very impressive, the old Pope was there, I left the crackers alone and admired the art and stagecraft.
Fortunately, I should be safe from the furious hordes besieging Pharyngula though,
you see the Church of St Laurence at Falmer is Anglican, and they are not nearly so tense about the whole flesh-and-blood thing.