Thank the Flying Spaghetti Monster. Wouldn’t it be something if we elect the fucker after this?
Category: Flying Spaghetti Monster
Pastafarian
I am happy to announce after deliberate but brief consideration I have become an ordained minister of the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster π.
It all started while I was pondering yet again the nature of life, the universe, and everything. I was finding that I wanted to give thanks for the simple things in life. My puppy Jake. My very cool brothers and their families. My M-Coupe. My hot tub.
It seems I was having a crisis of faith! Certainly, others out there held my beliefs – or at least a reasonable facsimile thereof π.
I had heard about the Church from time to time and decided to check it out. The roots of the church sprung from a movement by proponents of other beliefs to teach their beliefs to young children in the fucking guise of science! They call it Intelligent Design. In the extensive research I have done over the years, there is absolutely zero scientific evidence to support it. None at all. It’s made up, which is exactly the point.
I had found my cohorts at last! Pastafarians!
Here’s what sold me:
Yes, as an ordained Pastafarian, I can cast out false prophets!
I am looking forward to learning more about my faith and spreading the word of the One with the many Noodly Appendages!