Reply to TH- Restaurant at the End of the World- By M

It's worse then all that TH. Yesterday, all across France, women's fashion shops refused to open their doors to paying customers.  Eerie quiet slipped over city centers where shopkeepers neither lunched nor struck, but went about marking discounts for the new years sales starting tomorrow. Why sell for full price today what you can mark down and sell for half as much tomorrow.  What happened to capitalism goddamnit, where am I? Where are the obnoxiously good looking, constantly smoking and wine drinking French people who would mortgage their house and sell their children to raise funds for a tres chic bit of designer wank rag.  Sorry, that's been building up, I haven't had the eau d'some young girl on me for a little while and, I mean really, come on this is FRANCE for fucksake. 

Excuse the digression but may I recommend, for your viewing pleasure The Man Who Sued God with Billy Connolly, its a little camp, a little corny but the idea is fantastic, and in my mind, Billy Connelly and Morgan Freeman are fighting for the image of God rights. Maybe they can both be Almighty: A long haired, bearded Glaswegian as Vengeful, but funny God, and Black and freckled Morgan as benevolent, kind but slightly sneaky God.   

Anyway, these questions stand: is the end coming soon or is God just pissed off, and what is the reason for the Almighty's displeasure?  If you care to know, because thanks to what T calls my intense study of the Catechism, I know how God thinks.  

Frankly I think he's pissed off with us, for trashing the earth, killing each other willy nilly or being silently sinful and self obsessed, self abusive--  B, get your hands out of your pants!   He is the Hairy Bearded Glaswegian, shouting incoherent and wrathful, shaking a heavy, blunt farm implement in your general direction. 

Consider this biblical end of days stuff, Europe has been suffering the meanest winter since Thor was considered master of the universe.  America has dead animals falling from the sky, washing up on its shores and presumably jumping into traffic.  Floods are soaking Australia, War in probably eminent in the Cote d'Ivoire, and if not there then probably in post-referendum Sudan.  My knowledge of Revelations had to be scrubbed up, thanks to wikipedia-- Here are our Seven Seals

• First Seal - Pestilence, White horse
• Second Seal - War, Red Horse
• Third Seal - Famine, Black Horse
• Fourth Seal - Death, Green or Pale Horse
• Fifth Seal - Vision of martyrs
• Sixth Seal - Cosmic disturbances: sun turns black, moon turns blood red; sealing of the 144,000
• Seventh Seal - Prelude To The 7 Trumpets of 7 Angels & The Final Judgement

Now Ollie Stone, er T, we've had 1-5 running wild for longer then our life times in one way or another, but the last lunar eclipse looked like this on December 20th 2010:

Does this mean it's five past 6th Seal? Is the apocalypse and armageddon and the Fat Lady Singing?

Personally, I think this: http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/health-12112673 ------- Is the root of the God's displeasure.  Follow me on this one; You're the almighty, you spend your eternity looking down on people. Pattern baldness,  from that perspective is as telling as facial structure.  I assert that God is pissed off that we are squeezing into his domain, by curing baldness we are depriving him of one of the less painful punishments, one of the more amusing abuses-- Think of how many goats Alec Baldwin must regularly sacrifice to maintain that mane.  He must get a twinge in this neathers every time he writes his surname, Don't jinx yourself Jacky boy.   

As for the Mayans, Any culture that sacrifices virgins should be wiped from the archeological and historical record, bloody waste of potential, but that's where eating too much chocolate and licking poisonous, hallucinogenic toads will get you. 

Anyway, paranoia is good- T, and faithful friends, paranoia is a motivator, unless you take it to an unBuddhist extreme like Howard Hughes.  I suggest you all come and meet me in the Holy Lands, swing by France first and we'll load up on top shelf plonk,  then we'll head to Megiddo and start the Restaurant at the End of the World.  The food will be simple, the wine will be fantastic, the floor show will be worth repenting for, and we can sit back, drink it all in and watch the fucker burn.    See you then, you sweet, simple bastards 

M