A bunch of my friends have decided to start using drugs. Woo-hoo! Nice, good "Christian" friends with husbands and children. Fucking idiots.
Hah! I don't want to make jokes at this point of time, though I was just about to say that my drug is MII (Meditation, Inspiration, Internet), but that statement of yours reminded me of a hilarious scene on TV that I watch after I get home from work.
There's a guy who pretends to be an old sage by wearing fake beard and wig, and the way he "Preaches God" is hilarious, and yet he manages to convince everyone that this is the right way to worship God. In turn, any enemy would actually turn over a new leaf and become benevolent.
Last night there was an episode where a drunkard tripped and fell, and to heal his injuries he demanded more booze. His wife kept begging to the conman sage to help them, and he managed to convince the drunkard that the most addictive feeling is to drown yourself in God's love and somehow managed to fix his neck (which they called a miracle). Problem was, he was singing a drunkard's Item Song to prove his point.
Here's an idea of what it would sound like if he preached God in English:
*clears his throat* Our great ancestors have guided us with the words...
You know you love me, I know you care
Just shout whenever, and I'll be there
You are my love, you are my heart
And we will never, ever, ever be apart
Arthaat (definition)! The Lord wonders why his children ignore him so. He wonders why nobody speaks his name anywhere. But his undying faith lies within the world he created, within the innocent, honest hearts help one another. They fulfill the Lord's dreams of bringing peace and happiness, and the Lord says, "You know you love me, you know you care, just as you care for the world. Don't worry, my children; whenever you shout out my name, I will be there for you. I love you and hold you close to my heart, and even if all the heavens fall apart, you and me shall never be apart". So, my brethren, the words speak true: The Lord shall never forsake us. And we shall be forever grateful to his love, and kindness. So let us sing along now:
Baby, baby, baby, oh
Like baby, baby, baby, no
Like baby, baby, baby, oh
I thought you'd always be mine, mine