I know, I know. I'm an atheist, right? But that doesn't mean there aren't things of religious importance to me, and I'm here today to talk about one of them.
I've tried hard, for many a year, to ignore what is basically a cantankerous, pustulating boil on the backside of humanity. It's not their fault, I tell myself. They know no better.
I've never been a fan of proselyting, and so instead I simply sought to offer up a model of ideal behavior. Of course, I occasionally fell short, but few who knew me would argue that I wasn't a beacon of shining example to those around me. I even had some success, although admittedly it was easier for young minds, uncluttered with the noise of poorer influences, to see my example clearly.
But, whether it's due to my age, or whether things are actually worse these days, I found myself truly struggling to hold to my own lines. Indeed, my slapping hand twitches at times. I'm like Clint Eastwood in Gran Torino, ready to explode if someone dares to step on my lawn.
Alas, I don't think it is only my weakness at play here, fellow RFers. I see people following a false prophet, and it reminds me of past times when this has happened. It's always the way, as repetitious as episodes of the Kardashians. Or marriages of the Kardashians, come to think of it.
And so I ask, dear friends, who will gird their loins once more for the most righteous battle? Who will publically denounce the Lakers, and the false prophet, LeBron! Who will stand with me, dressed in the green of victory since time immemorial, and declare themselves a true Celtic?
Look, I know it's probably TL;DR. But I'll make it easy...
The Good...
The Bad...
and The Downright Ugly
Bleed green. Go Celts.
I've tried hard, for many a year, to ignore what is basically a cantankerous, pustulating boil on the backside of humanity. It's not their fault, I tell myself. They know no better.
I've never been a fan of proselyting, and so instead I simply sought to offer up a model of ideal behavior. Of course, I occasionally fell short, but few who knew me would argue that I wasn't a beacon of shining example to those around me. I even had some success, although admittedly it was easier for young minds, uncluttered with the noise of poorer influences, to see my example clearly.
But, whether it's due to my age, or whether things are actually worse these days, I found myself truly struggling to hold to my own lines. Indeed, my slapping hand twitches at times. I'm like Clint Eastwood in Gran Torino, ready to explode if someone dares to step on my lawn.
Alas, I don't think it is only my weakness at play here, fellow RFers. I see people following a false prophet, and it reminds me of past times when this has happened. It's always the way, as repetitious as episodes of the Kardashians. Or marriages of the Kardashians, come to think of it.
And so I ask, dear friends, who will gird their loins once more for the most righteous battle? Who will publically denounce the Lakers, and the false prophet, LeBron! Who will stand with me, dressed in the green of victory since time immemorial, and declare themselves a true Celtic?
Look, I know it's probably TL;DR. But I'll make it easy...
The Good...
The Bad...
and The Downright Ugly
Bleed green. Go Celts.
