fourth sunday of easter

bingo, and bingo.

today i managed to make a lot of people angry. they do not like my song.

that's ok with me; they're not intended to like my song. the purpose of the song quite frankly is to make them all grumpy before the service and then all grumpy again afterward, mostly because when i was thrown out of the church for telling what had happened to me i was very explicitly told that people don't want to come to church to hear difficult things. they want a happy worship experience and they want to feel good.

in return for this i wish to transform their cultural mood for the foreseeable future, from generation to generation, world without end, amen.

we're irrelevant and useless in the church
we're irrelevant and useless in the church
you can tell by our behavior 
that we never met the savior
we're irrelevant and useless in the church

we're all talk and we're no action in the church
we're all talk and we're no action in the church
we might pray and we might sing
but we will not do anything
because we're talk and we're no action in the church

and we have no moral compass in the church
no, we have no moral compass in the church
we might sing and we might pray
but we'll tell you to go away
because we have no moral compass in the church

we are all about control inside the church
we are all about control inside the church
and if jesus christ had risen
we would throw him into prison
'cause we're all about control inside the church

oh, we love to blame the victim in the church
yes, we love to blame the victim in the church
you'll be silent and obedient
'cause we find that more expedient
and we love to blame the victim in the church

hear the pastor from the pulpit tell us lies
hear the pastor fromt he pulpit tell us lies
match her actions with her preaching
and compare to jesus' teaching
hear the pastor from the pulpit tell us lies.

and then after the service bill fellinger came over in his classic condescening way because he wanted to tell me a story. i'm not making this stuff up. bill is that guy in the crowd who's the self-appointed self-aggrandized bard who believes every occasion necessarily requires him to lead the group in song or regale it with a tale because he is in his eyes possessed of great wisdom but really he's just a big blowhard and when he starts that shit people roll their eyes and shuffle their feet.

and he's out there on the street trying to follow me up and down calling me by name and telling me "i want to tell you a story" as if any weak little allegory about a little girl who made herself very, very unpopular and ended up sad would make a difference to me.

tell you what, bill. you want to talk WITH me, i'll stop and we can talk. you want to talk down at me and you'll continue to see my back. i didn't have a lot of time for your particular brand of bullshit back when i had to be polite about it because i wanted to get along nicely in the church but now that i'm an outcast i have no interest in standing still for that crap.

ok, the sun is shining and it's lunchtime and i might could have a little nap and maybe go for a bike ride or maybe make some pudding.

oh! and i nearly forgot: we topped 1700 views here on the blog, so thanks for reading.