You know that popular exercise machine
called the “Stairmaster? ” Well, I have a money-
making idea for motivating out-of-shape religious
people to start working out. We could invent a
machine and call it the “Christ-master.” It could
have a little speaker system with a voice that
screams things at you, like “Onward Christian
soldier! ” or “Move thy ass! ” And it could have a
little whip mechanism that flagellates you if you
slow down too much. We could have a “Mecca-
master” model for Moslems, and when you order
the Zen Buddhist model, all you’d receive is an
empty box. You crawl inside it and then you
BECOME the Zen master.
You'd put poor Richard out of business! Great idea, PH, so just do it! Linda
I'm pretty sure that's why I couldn't be a Catholic. My knees won't take it any more. I was always dismayed you couldn't smoke yet there were a lot of 'well fed' (Jerry Falwell types) telling me your body is a temple chit. Well hippo-crit, your temple sure is bigger than mine.
He's baaaacckkk. Gawd, you're so naughty.
Okay Prof. if nothing else you have provided me with the a piece that I cannot stop laughing over. The animals are eyeing me nerously. A masterpiece!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
pph-love the concept, except for the part about the Zennies-'cause they have a long history of being bopped on the head with the master's stick while attempting satori-hey, and what about the Jews and their wailing wall? ! Got God? Phillip