Jesus Fails Again

[Douglas Mercer]

Dougals Mercer
March 29 2024

It was just niggers so no one really cares but sometimes the gods give us one of those real life “parables” that the pie-eyed fool Jesus Christ used to bore us with. He apparently thought they were “deep” but they were really just trite observations dressed up in pseudo philosophical trappings meant to have people think he was a great poet or thinker. He was not. I mean you put a seed on stony ground and it won’t grow. No shit Sherlock.

But this “parable” that our gods have given us is a real live one and is both instructive and salutary and should be remembered with hoops of steel and taken to heart. You see a bunch of niggers were on a bus traveling to worship Jesus and they ended up in a fireball.

Looks like Jesus failed again, that inept bungler.

“A bus carrying worshippers headed to an Easter festival plunged off a bridge on a mountain pass and burst into flames in South Africa Thursday, killing at least 45 people, authorities said.”

That’s a story to warm the heart of even the most jaded, 45 less niggers in the world. Though when they say “at least” it gives even the greatest pessimist hope. Maybe there’s more after all. And it might seem inconsequential if one or two more niggers are dead but that would be a wrong way of looking at it. Every little bit counts in this world of ours. My mother once told me that and she never lied.

However, there was some bad news, as every silver lining has its cloud:

“The only survivor of the crash was an 8-year-old child, who was receiving medical attention, according to authorities in the northern province of Limpopo.”

You do have to surmise though that “medical attention” in something called “Limpopo” (97 percent black) isn’t anything to write home to mama about and likely mostly consists of sticking a pin in a ragged kewpie doll. As for the “authorities” there one’s best guess is it consists of three painted spear chuckers saying “ooga booga” as the wound goes septic and gunfire plagues the streets. So there’s hope that eight-year-old will be six feet under soon too.

“The Limpopo provincial government said the bus veered off the Mmamatlakala bridge and plunged 50 meters (164 feet) into a ravine before busting into flames.”

Were sweeter words ever writ? One can only wish one had been there to witness the conflagration. As the flames rose higher and higher our eyes would light up and we would see for sure that our gods are always willing.

“Search operations were ongoing, the provincial government said, but many bodies were burned beyond recognition and still trapped inside the vehicle.”

It reminds one of that old joke about a bus full of niggers that rolled off the road. Someone who came from the scene was asked were there any survivors. He said a few said they were alive but you know how them niggers lie.

In this case though they were all charred like a steak left on the grill for hours on end. And a burned nigger can no longer lie.

Unlike the New Testament this is good news.

But all of this gloating and celebration must not let us lose sight of the world picture and the big picture. Some Jesus loving niggers were travelling to worship their fictional deity and ended up even blacker than they were to begin with and burnt to a crisp.

And as this “unspeakable” tragedy was unfolding where was this putative Jesus? Has he no saving power or healing power? No, none.

That is Jesus failed again.

And the lesson is if you put your faith in a dead Jew you get burned so badly no one can even tell who you are.
Remember it with hoops of steel friends. And when we sit under a cerulean sky in eternity and regale each other with tales the one about these dead niggers will elicit a chuckle or two and put a smile on everyone’s face.

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[Jim Mathias]

I'm reminded of a joke that used to be passed around widely:

Q: A Cadillac with 5 niggers goes off a cliff, killing all within. What's wrong with this picture?

A: The Cadillac can seat 6.