
What the hell? I've seen into the future and now my horrible premonitions have come to fruition.
What am I talking about you might say? Which of his drunken ramblings is he wetting his drawers over, you muse?
"Church Holds NASCAR Event to Draw Crowds"
Not long ago, I passed the joke here at LW that the church was to become a sponsor of Nascar and Baldwin help me it has come true. Can you fathom what this means? This gift I cannot accept nor understand has cursed me with the knowledge of the horrible truths that lie ahead.
"Minutes before one of Sunday's services at Salem Fields Community Church, Thomas Foster drove a few laps around the Daytona 500 track… The car was parked outside Salem Fields as part of NASCAR Sunday, the church's second annual event combining racing and Jesus."
Now I’ll admit, I’m Catholic and I have a good working idea about what you should and shouldn’t combine with Jesus and I am going to go out on a limb here and say: NOT RACING.
The particular house of God in question had pictures of Nascar drivers hung throughout the church, there was a country band and Corey Feldman’s lost innocence help me, a mini #8 car and Goodyear tire onstage. The clergy wore shirts that said Nascar pit crew and they had a big freaking screen t.v. set up so all the local yokels could watch.
If I remember correctly, when merchants set up shop in the synagogue, the Big Guy got a little upset… this would probably kill him… again. The co-pastor Buddy Martson, yes THAT Buddy Marston, assuming you know him, is quoted as saying, "Our church tries to find what the culture connects with, and then connect them with Christ and the church." Buddy has even used Nascar analogies in his sermons. I’d imagine if you want to connect with your congregation during mass, you would do it with oh I don’t know… GOD. Not cars driving in circles for way to long for me to care about.
The point here, if there is one, I don’t know, this post is quickly spiraling out of control. But regardless, the point is if you need a gimmick to bring people in, maybe they’re not so worried about the churchin’ as much as the cars driving in circles wasting precious fuel that could be used to propel my lazy ass around.
And you know what? I called it. At the end of the day, when it counts, I kick ass. I see what your clouded minds are too feeble and scared to comprehend. I’m like the magician Merlin only a hell of a lot cooler.
Oh, and something about North Korea and nukes or whathaveyou… blah, blah, blah.