BLOG OF ELOY ROY - EVERYBODY GOES TO HEAVEN

Pic.:Tracy Johnson I had a dream. The chief Rabbi, the chief Mufti, Benjamin and Mahmoud took their seats around the negotiations table. They are waiting for Trump. But, instead of Trump, it is God in person who presents himself at the meeting (he had not showed himself in the region for ages…) The negotiations have not yet begun that already daggers are being drawn with one another: -  Jerusalem is the capital of the Jews! -   No it is that of the Palestinians! -   We arrived here 3000 years ago! -   You were away for 2000 years and we came.     It is from this place that Mohammed went to heaven... God sighs, the Temple of the Mount shakes. Total silence. God takes the floor:   I will be short. In your opinion, dear Jews, Jerusalem is your eternal capital. But here we have a little problem: your temple that was destroyed by the Romans 20 centuries ago, you are dreaming of rebuilding it on the same spot where it stood, that is, exactly where actuall

Les nouveaux curés et les nouvelles prêtresses de la pensée correcte de notre Québec n’en finissent pas de blâmer l’abominable Église catholique pour tout ce qui est croche dans notre petit monde québécois. Notre côté bougon, quétaine, « grand parleux-p’tit faiseux » ; notre méfiance maladive à l’égard des riches et notre rapport trouble au sexe et au progrès, tout cela nous viendrait de ce passé judéo-chrétien que l’Église, la mère de tous les maux,  nous aurait vissé dans les os et planté entre les deux oreilles pour les siècles des siècles. C’est en mettre gros sur le dos de l’Église. Il me semble que le défrichage d’un pays extrêmement rude et notre soumission forcée à un conquérant riche et méprisant (pourtant aussi judéo-chrétien que nous), nous ont cassé les reins autrement plus sûrement que les commandements de Dieu et de l’Église. Quand du haut de la chaire l’Église martelait que l’argent était la source de tous les maux et ne devait pas être traité comme un

SAINT HEROD Political story with known characters.   Tired of being thought of as a baby eater, king Herod converts to religion. Perched on a golden palanquin held up by twelve slaves, he goes to the Crib of Bethlehem to adore the Infant God. The stench of the place is nauseating and nearly suffocates him. He tears his shirt as a mark of disgust and cries out with a slight cough: ««By the beard of Abraham, what a shame! And what a way of welcoming God on Earth!». He kicks out the shepherds, the sheep and other creatures, takes the holy family under his wing, sets the stable on fire and goes back to Jerusalem. He himself carries the infant Jesus in his arms, tickles him, cradles him and becomes so fond of the kid that it did not take time before he adopted him as a son and make him heir to his throne. Joseph, like his famous ancestor carrying the same name, is appointed prime minister of the kingdom, and Mary, as First Lady, is given the sweet task of dispensing privileg