
My father in heaven sent me to live a long life here on earth and to ultimately show you how to abandon your sick neighbor — to build high technological fences.
So
Birth a generation of pasty immunodeficient weak rich fat anti-social parasite mongoloid robots. Give them cell phones to numb any pain and to distract them in their time alone or from the ridiculous notion or temptation to help the oppressed. Insure that they stay home and become followers of this way. And further, encourage them to live in bubbles because dirt is bad. Wash your hands with bleach or you’ll die. Don’t touch your face or you’ll die. Don’t care for the sick or you’ll die. Leave them be! This way you can survive and the poor can die off forgotten, filthy beggars that they are.
Finally, compassion and love — myths! that will potentially kill you. It’s written in the same folklore that alleged, ‘And they walked among the sick and were unharmed.’ Its simply not possible! Note — the mask?! Now if you’ll excuse me I need to wash my hands of you!”
— Passages from the existential postmodern church bible (The same one all good safe clean Christians read).
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