You have found the one, the only, the truly
ecumenical, World Universal Church. The church you
wish your folks had taken you to but they didn’t.
In the beginning was the bumper sticker, “God said it, I believe it, that
settles it.” To which, God might have replied, “bullshit, I said nothing
of the sort.” Why might God have said such a thing? Because, GOD DOESN’T
TALK TO ANYONE. Never has, never will.
Who We Are: The World Universal Church is a cyber-sanctuary,
founded by The Right Reverend Jimmy Divine, televangelist to the Stars,
for any and all peoples to gather around the warm glow of their computer
screens and learn to see the commonalities of all people and to begin to
shed the lessons that have been pounded into us since birth that only focus
on our differences. Nowhere are these “differences” more clearly drawn
than by those three three topics one should never discuss in “polite
company”... politics, sex and religion. We propose to discuss all three
It was not our plan to create a portal that demonstrated the end of the
world as we know it. Because the world, in its present incarnation, sucks
the big one. Yet, through some divine mystery, apparently we have
just that and we couldn’t be more proud. You see, the religious right
fringe of Amerika has been busy dissecting their favorite novel to
illustrate to their trailer park followers that they have the “Ear of
God” (I’d like to know who has “His Penis”). And, so they have
“prophecized” that the “end of days” would be marked by the creation of
a single worldwide church headed by the Anti-Christ. Now, according to
those who read the fiction known as “The Bible,” this prophesy occurs in
the book “Revelations” (or, as I prefer to call it, “Hallucinations”)
starting around Rev. 13:8 and popping up here and there throughout the
rest of this incredible sci-fi page-turner. Of course, “biblical
scholars” (an oxymoron not unlike “military intelligence” or “jumbo
shrimp”) tell us that this one world church, to be headed by the
Anti-Christ, will be based in Rome and will be lead by the Pope. I say,
“only after they pry it out of my cold dead fingers.” We called it
first. If the Pope or his "Red Birds" want to wrestle for it...game on.
whoop any of those old farts any day of the week.
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God only knows what I might place in the "Photo Album." If
you've got some kinky stuff...send it to me. Maybe I'll post it.
If you've got stills from the young Miss Bush's illicit
videotape, I'll definitely put'em up.
Click below to enter our weblog "The Pulpit" where we'll be posting irregular
sermonettes on whatever we fancy and where you get to post your
comments on the sermons. Tell me...what other church let's you