This is the one thousandth Fundy Post. Thank you, gentle readers, for reading.
Somewhat appropriately for a blog which is supposed to be about religious politics, this post is published on the predicted day of the Rapture, which begins at 6pm for readers in New Zealand; times will vary for international readers: check with your local prophet. Equally appropriately, the Rapture turns out to have been invented, in 1830, by a fifteen year-old girl in Scotland, and prompted by the founder of the Plymouth Brethren. However, in the event of my being entirely wrong about all this, I leave behind the picture above, which shows that hot girls do go to heaven. It is taken from Hal Lindsey's There's a New World Coming (PDF) a curiously psychedelic and erotic rendition of the Endtimes: just wait until you see the Whore of Babylon.
So, there you have it; this has been the 1000th post, appropriately millenarian. Assuming that we are all left behind, normal posting will resume tomorrow. By then, you may have obtained a lot of clothing abandoned by the godly; but ask yourself, do you really need nylon slacks and Fair Isle sweaters?
6 comments:
Congrats!! Happy rapturing!
"I leave behind the picture above, which shows that hot girls do go to heaven" - Phew! I always wanted to go to heaven.
Happy M day!
My own 1000th crept by unnoticed sometime earlier this year. Clearly it was not a significant day at all.
a curiously psychedelic and erotic rendition of the Endtimes: just wait until you see the Whore of Babylon
I'm only 5 pages in, and already there's "THE GREAT SNATCH!!!"
Nobody told me about this rapture business (do I not watch enough TV?) and some of my friends are Christians. You'd think it would be the Christian thing to warn one about doomsday.
I had plans for tomorrow - Sunday - for a meeting in Auckland with some architects at Marshall Cook's house about a possible book. I guess we can all meet in hell instead.
Nope, sadly Steve Taylor is still posting to my blog, and there weren't any reports of air traffic accidents that involved spontaneous eruptions of low flying godbots.
Mon frere, I also wish to take issue with your use of bad seventies fundie pop artwork. Please remember that the seventies were a deeply aesthetically challenged decade, and trigger off nausea and loathing amongst adult survivors of that decade such as yours truly.
Craig Y
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