In the old days, if you wanted to be a martyr, you could
count on finding a Roman soldier who would consent to crucify you, or a
Coliseum event manager who would feed you to the lions. Fast forward fifteen hundred years, and
despite the inevitable cultural decline, it was still possible to get yourself
broken on the rack or burned alive. Now that was martyrdom.
But these days, the best you can hope for is a weekend in jail,
while still collecting your $80,000 a year salary as a County clerk. Hunh.
Next they'll turn Purgatory into a theme park and give discounts on
family night.
3 comments:
This is brilliant. Great blog. I didn't know she made 80k, geez Louise. Plus she hired
her son. These evangelicals really have nerve. Let's hope this is the end of the
Republican party or the two party system. Nothing like following the guy who went
around in sandals and resisted Roman imperialism.
Love this! Jerry Fresia, which of the four marriages is the son from?
T Verga: Apparently it is quite a mess; go here for the details: http://dailym.ai/1EyMDOH
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