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  An election-inspired tribute to lemming-minded right-wing
  'Christians,' particularly the creepy twisted sickos who
  think that Bush's short-sighted agenda of greed and fear
  even remotely resemble God's will.

  These long-lost sacred scriptures narrate of how Jesus
  uses the miraculous healing powers of his staff to bring
  comfort to young maidens.


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                          Jesus and the Children

                          by Vivian Darkbloom

   ...Trembling with excitement in the tense atmosphere of his
   solitary dusty, dry, dimly-lit chamber, the dignified historian
   smooths the wrinkled parchment unearthed by the wandering goat
   herder, lips pursed as he begins deciphering the ancient glyphs
   woven across it...   

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   And so it came to pass that the Angel of the Lord came unto the
   Virgin Mary, and saw that she was filled with grace, and was
   greatly pleased.

   And God had smitten the Angel of the Lord also in those days with
   enormous rapture beside Mary's burning bush, and thus the Angel
   came into her shepherd's fold, anointing it with many precious
   sweet libations.

   And it also happened in these times that Mary came unto the
   Angel, which is to say that she did partake of two or three
   screaming orgasms in exchange. Or four. Or seven. (which is to
   say that she did lose count).

   And lo, didst Mary saith "Aaah..."

   And did the Angel of the Lord spake unto Mary, saying: "Such is
   the miraculous greatness of the Lord that we could partake of
   such excellent intercourse and yet you could still be a virgin,"
   And Mary said, "Verily indeed, praise be unto the Lord!"

   And God came, and saw that it was good.

   And so it happened that nine months later, Mary begat Jesus, the
   Son of the Lord of the Angel, which is to say the Son of the Lord
   thy God. And so she became the Mother of God, although she was
   also the Child of God.

   Thusly came to pass a case of incest so mightily tangled that
   only a redneck could fathom it. Such inbreeding alone, as would
   possibly explain the propensity to be swindled into ridiculously
   believing that every word of an enormous and often
   self-contradictory Book could possibly be true.

   And the Angel of the lord didst speakethsted unto Mary andst did
   prophesy thus: "Blessed be thy Son, for Verily His shall be the
   love of the Children.

   "But many generations hence, false and greedy power-mongering
   morons will twist his liberal message of kind-heartedness and
   tolerance, and exploit it deceitfully for their own heartless and
   selfish ends, and a great darkness shall fall over the land. and
   they shall be called `conservatives.'"

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   One bright and sunny day Jesus strode up the dirt path in the
   vineyards above Galilee. It was a brief departure from the
   rope-and-fish-smelling environs of his sincere but sometimes a
   bit dim-witted followers, whom he greatly loved but also
   sometimes needed a bit of a break from.

   All around, trellised vines sporting bodacious bunches of green
   globes grew thrivingly under the hot buttery sun that hung
   burning gleefully amid the mid-day blue sky.

   As he strolled along, enjoying the fresh-scented warm breeze, a
   plaintive cry reached his ears. Curious, he turned to see a young
   girl of maybe fourteen years of age, which chestnut hair
   cascading o'er her perky, soft, and enticing breasts. She was
   accompanied by a wee lass, a short-haired blonde girl of perhaps
   seven years. They both seemed possessed of great anguish.

   "Please, kind sir. Are you the miraculous healing prophet of whom
   the people in the village spoke? If so, would you be so merciful
   as to hear our desperate plea?"

   Jesus raised his eyebrows and frowned, and saith. "Why yes, I am
   this person whom you mention." he looked down with gentle
   sympathy at the young girl, who seemed to be afflicted with
   intense emotion.

   "She is experiencing great distress with the passing of fluids,"
   proclaimed the Chestnut-haired girl of the wee Blonde lass.

   "Hmm. Let me examine her." And so he knelt down and lifted up the
   wee lass's dress to reveal her beautifully naked, slender body
   beneath. Nothing seemed particularly out of the ordinary, so he
   bent down and gently kissed the tiny flower between her legs. She
   emitted squeal of great relief, and almost before Jesus could get
   out of the way, commenced on releasing a blissful torrent of warm
   fluid splashing onto the dusty path.

   Jesus stood up, holding the girl's dress up so as to be out of
   the way of the warm juices gushing from between her legs. The
   young girl grinned gleefully up at him. "Yea sir, truly it is a
   miracle, for I see that I am healed."

   The older girl smiled, as she saw reaction gently tenting up the
   front of Jesus' tie-dyed tunic. She reached out and gently cupped
   it.

   "I have heard you say `Do unto others as you would have them do
   unto you,'" she said.

   "Indeed, I have spoken thus."

   "So, perhaps I should grant you a kiss in the same manner?"

   Jesus stroked his beard and studied the situation. And in the
   same time, the older girl did lift his tunic, and engulf the soft
   plum-colored globe into her warm mouth, while the younger girl
   came unto him and reached underneath, gently tickling his
   testicles with her dainty digits and faint flicks from her tiny
   tongue. And the birds twittered merrily in the trees above, and
   the sunlight sparkled and danced on the distant ocean.

   And thus it came to pass that the two of them caused much
   fullness and stirring in his loins.

   Then he spake unto them, and said: "Dear child, I can see that a
   demon has been cast out. But nonetheless, let us pass into the
   Garden of Gethsemane where I can grant you the full blessing of
   my faith; for verily I say unto these types of demons are legion,
   and must be craftily exorcized.

   This puzzled the older chestnut-haired girl, who inquired "Is not
   Gethsemane in the proximity of Jerusalem?"

   Whereupon did Jesus mischievously twitch his eyebrows, and were
   his eyes filled with a twinkle, as he bade unto them: "Follow
   me."

   As their footsteps did tread the long and dusty road under the
   baking glare of the sultry sun, he explained: "This we call the
   Isle of Gethsemane, which dwells in the mysteries between the
   mists and the sea, and whose ways are unknown to all those save
   the true in heart and pure in spirit."

   And so did they travel on across the land, through secret tunnels
   and under garlanded magical archways, until they arrived in a
   place which did not seem familiar to the two girls. For lo, they
   beheld many exotic blossoms and outlandish foliage, and strange
   creatures which they had not seen before.

   They would emerge a strange passageway into a land where the
   skies were green or magenta, then through another into a land
   where skies were gold or saffron. And in some of these, they were
   sore afraid, for they saw that they walked across the very air
   itself.

   And finally they found themselves in a land where the warm
   breezes breathed the gentle scents of milk and honey, and across
   the deep indigo-turquoise skies spread the arc of a great
   majestic rainbow, sparkling and shimmering with every color
   imaginable, and some colors even beyond the farthest reaches of
   imagination.

   There they came upon an archway above which hung a sign which,
   sure enough, read "The Isle of Gethsemane -- please surrender all
   inhibitions and absurd pseudo-moral judgments at this gate."

   "Judge not, lest ye be judged," smiled Jesus, winking.

   The garden was filled with good things, ripe and sweet fruits of
   all varieties, olives and vegetables, and there were also
   granaries filled with many wonderful things.

   Strolling about the garden, scantily clad (if at all clad) were
   many young girls, mostly at or under the age of eleven.

   Jesus lifted his index finger solemnly at the two young female
   newcomers. "All of these girls were once afflicted as you are
   now, but I have succeeded in exorcizing them, as I will now you."

   At this, the two girls were much pleased, the older with the
   chestnut hair cascading o'er her perky breasts, and the wee lass
   with the skinny legs and short blonde hair.

   "Also verily have I instructed these girls you see around you, in
   how to exorcize their own afflictions."

   They came upon a girl seated leaning back, knees skyward, on the
   soft and gentle grasses nearby them, entirely naked, unconscious
   of the world around, eyes glazed and long tangled dangling hair
   swaying as she delicately and knowingly extracted moans of
   pleasure from herself by means of a long, round, implement,
   anointed with oils of frankincense and myrrh, which she had
   inserted into the soft cavity beneath the smooth-skinned mound
   between her thighs.

   "Also verily have I instructed them as to how to exorcize each
   others' afflictions," continued Jesus, gesturing for them to see
   a couple of beautiful young girls both gyrating pelvically in
   rhythmic undulations, reclining on fine cushioned fabrics, one on
   top of the other, each with her face between the others' legs,
   the tongue of each lovingly drawing delightful passion from the
   others' cave of sacred secrets, each singing sweet sighs with
   every particle of pleasure elicited. A third girl sat nearby
   smiling, caressing and kissing each of the others in alternation.

   At this, the older girl fell on her knees at Jesus' feet, and
   exclaimed: "Oh dear Master, at once you must teach me the
   wondrous wisdom of your ways!"

   And he saith unto her: "I can see that your heart is filled with
   faith, and that you are ready to take up my rod and staff, that
   they may comfort ye, and grant ye many blessings."

   Gently he took up her hand, and led her along with her friend
   unto a clearing, underneath an awning draped with fine silk
   fabrics and cushioned with luxurious pillows.

   And there attended several beautiful fair maidens, playing
   audience to a spontaneously gay, faerie-like dance performed by
   Mary Magdalene, who glided about with ribbons and flowers braided
   through her long curly tresses, bright nipples showing through
   silky-transparent veils draped around her.

   The handful of pale, fair maidens sat on the soft grasses, some
   clad in scanty vestments (none of which covered their breasts or
   pale hairless vaginas), and others simply nude aside from
   laced-up sandals, lustily painted eyelids, cheeks, and brows, and
   colorful ribbons entwined in their hair.

   On seeing Jesus, Mary glided over to him, and the other girls
   arose also to meet them. Soon his tunic was in a rumpled pile on
   the ground, as Mary teased his rod with a feather-duster.
   "Another exorcism?" she inquired with a sly smile.

   Jesus frowned solemnly, rod extending before him. The
   chestnut-haired and the tiny blonde were also assisted in
   removing their clothing.

   The now-naked chestnut girl, hair flowing, laid down on the
   ground, nipples perking skyward, legs apart, silky hairs of of
   her pelvic arch curling enticingly towards the cavity within as
   she smiled up at Jesus.

   And he spake unto her: "I have seen the enormity of the faith in
   your heart. And so may it flow through my rod, into the dark
   recesses of the affliction, shining a light and purifying from
   all harm."

   On this, he gently placed his rod next to her heart, between her
   perfectly soft, pear-shaped breasts, all of which Mary Magdalene
   anointed with oil of Myrrh and Frankincense. As Mary squeezed the
   breasts of the other girl around Jesus' staff, the staff began to
   miraculously glow with the light of faith flowing from the heart
   of the girl on the ground. She gasped with enjoyment of his
   pelvic gyrations, not to mention the delightful thought that any
   moment his sweet sticky seed might erupt from the end of it onto
   her chest and face.

   Jesus motioned the tiny blonde girl before him, where she lay
   down, butt above the chestnut girl's head, face up with her soft,
   thin, snow-white thighs on either side of his face, and he
   reached down with his tongue towards the smooth skin of her fold,
   to gently kiss her rosebud, pushing and prodding her dark red
   blossom into full bloom, as she arched her smooth, flat tiny
   torso, threw back her head, closed her eyes, and immersed in
   ecstatic cries.

   And the faith flowed from the from the chestnut girl's heart,
   into Jesus' rod and through his body, as a stream of miraculous
   light through His tongue, connecting the Tiny Blonde's vagina
   with the Chestnut's breasts, through the fullness of the
   thrusting staff.

   Then Jesus paused, and spake unto them, "This is good, and very
   good. Verily I say unto you, that for a complete exorcism, the
   full rod must now enter the cavity of the demons. But first, it
   shall be anointed by the oil of the faithful."

   And with that, he scooted down, and plunged his staff among the
   chestnut curls, between the legs of the Chestnut Girl, until it
   found its purchase and she emitted a tight gasp, followed by
   rhythmic moans as his light illumined the dark cavities, and his
   rod was anointed by the sweet oil of her tremendous faith.

   Meanwhile, the tiny short-haired blonde wrapped her crotch around
   the Chestnut Girl's head, her vagina at the crown, and she
   enjoyed many pleasures as the thrusts gently pushed the crown
   into her flower, moistening it.

   And in the same time, there came unto them two other girls of
   tender age, who knelt one on each side of the Chestnut Girl,
   gently kissing, tickling, and nibbling her respective nipple.

   And after a time, the Chestnut Girl could hold back no more, and
   gave convulsions of ecstatic release, flooding the staff of Jesus
   with the sweet oil of tremendous faith. And the waters moved on
   the face of the earth.

   Now Jesus withdrew his duly anointed staff of life from the
   cavern of great faith, and moved up until the dripping rod was
   even with Chestnut Girl's face, during which time Blonde Girl
   turned over into kneeling, facing down, and pushed her cute
   little buttocks giggling against the tip of the rod.

   The chestnut-haired girl's tongue stroked the shaft from below
   and firmed its resolve, as gently it slid into the demon-infested
   cavern of the smaller girl, merging the purified oils of great
   faith with the sinister juices of demonic frenzy. The smaller
   girl, in turn emitted her own sharp-pitched gasp, followed by
   gyrations of frantic yearning, as the Chestnut Girl gently
   fondled the sack of almonds that dangled below the staff.

   Now in this time, Mary called the Magdalen was anointing with
   sweet and savory oils a smaller rod, a smooth, round bodkin of
   sorts, perhaps a half a cubit in length.

   "Get thee behind me, Satan!" exclaimed Jesus. Thus, with the tip
   of her bulbous, rounded dagger, a gently smiling Mary commenced
   on exploring and probing the nether regions between Jesus'
   buttocks, until they found their purchase in the realm accustomed
   for use in releasing of bodily solids.

   As she pushed and probed within the nether regions of Jesus'
   behind, the three of them felt the rod stiffening with even
   greater determination inside of the tiny blonde girl's vagina,
   thus sharpening her cries of ecstasy even further, until she
   erupted into a series of frantic convulsions, demonic juices
   pulsing around the staff of life within her.

   Meanwhile, an olive-skinned girl with rich, straight golden locks
   had thrust her smooth, soft folds into the lips of the tiny blond
   girl, who obligingly responded with gentle kisses and tonguings,
   and the golden olive girl threw her head back and replied
   undulating, as her nipples began to perk up, with moans and
   cries.

   Now Jesus withdrew from the tiny blonde, temporarily, as she
   turned over to switch from her doggy-style pose, to lying flat on
   her back on the ground. Gracefully did she lay beside the
   chestnut-haired girl, feet flexed in the air, legs open with the
   burning valley in the middle, drippingly eager to accept once
   again the staff of truth and fullness.

   Whereupon Jesus shifted over, to thrust his staff of miracles
   once more inside the tiny, hot dripping fold of the wee skinny
   lass, as Mary miraculously maintained the bodkin between his
   buttocks, prodding and probing the rod into its fullness once
   more, to slide and glide inside the dark and narrow cavern of
   iniquity, eliciting a multitude of yelps and giggles from the
   innocent child, as her slender torso undulated under his
   stirrings.

   The golden-olive girl pouted, but not for long. She and the
   Chestnut Girl watched mesmerized, as Jesus and the tiny blonde
   girl fucked en estilo missionaire, Chestnut lovingly holding
   hands with the blonde girl lying beside her, filling her tender
   cheek with many moist kisses.

   Then Chestnut got up, and dove back in on hands and knees,
   sticking her smooth, round butt in Jesus' face, (he kissed her
   cheek) then shimmying backwards face-down in front of Jesus,
   thrusting the dripping curls of her burning crevice into the face
   of the Blonde, who agreeably wrapped her thin arms around her
   friend's thighs, commencing once again with the undulating rhythm
   the three of them had set in motion. And again he kissed and
   nuzzled the soft, sweet fleshy moon-white buttocks that he found
   before him.

   Now Golden-Olive saw her opening. Like a herald's trumpet did she
   stand glistening, fully naked, in front of and facing Jesus. She
   straddled the undulating waves of Chestnut's ecstasy, as she
   worked her way down with a swaggering waddle, until she
   triumphantly saddled herself on Chestnut's gyrating buttocks, her
   prize in Jesus' face. The well established sensuous motion of
   Chestnut's buns against her soft cheeks turned on a trickle of
   warm juices from out her vagina.

   A couple of other naked young girls watched, seated, sporting
   expressions of placid amusement. One leaned forward to kiss
   Chestnut, and delicately fondle her perkily dangling breasts.

   "Heal me, O great master," Golden-Olive taunted hoarsely.

   And with stiff staff and dank nether regions now both duly
   engaged, (by Blonde and Mary respectively, as told previously)
   Jesus plunged his tongue into the full red lower lips of
   Golden-Olive, fiercely coaxing high-pitched moans of intense
   celebration from out her beautifully open upper lips, thus
   stirring within her the Divine Inspiration to throw back her head
   and exclaim in loud and memorable cries the wondrous greatness of
   God.

   Together, they rode the waves and ripples of musical rhythm as
   they coursed across the majestic skies of loving streamlines, as
   cheerful birds called across the sky, and butterflies fluttered
   and rabbits scampered, and petaled flowers released their
   sweetness into the warm breezes.

   And so the coming together came to pass: A smiling, ribbon-haired
   Mary knowingly probed Jesus' nether realm with the round bodkin,
   as she coaxed him tortuously higher and higher round the twists
   and turns of the pinnacle of passion, until he delicately
   injected prodigiously huge drops of his healing serum inside the
   tiny Blonde girl's dainty portal. Right then, below him, the girl
   with long Chestnut hair convulsed trickling sweet dew into the
   Tiny Blonde girl's mouth, causing Tiny Blonde to squeeze Jesus'
   staff of life with gentle contractions, and Golden-Olive, sitting
   with pricked up nipples on the rump of the Chestnut Mare, nearly
   screaming as she forced Jesus' head into her compulsive
   convulsions between her spread thighs, his tongue patiently and
   gleefully prodding her juicy stiff pearl into uncontrollable
   starbursts of ecstasy, all while he repeatedly thrust his
   miraculously tumultuous burning fires of release into Tiny
   Blonde, thus making her chalice to runneth over.

   And verily it came to pass after the coming of man and girls,
   that blissfully exhausted sighs crossed the lips of the lovers,
   and were heard throughout all heaven and earth. Thus trembled the
   skies with delight, and were the parched lands flooded with the
   bountiful waters of righteous joy.

   Now Jesus spake unto the wee lass, saying unto her: "Lo, you have
   taken up my staff, and your demons have been exorcized, and you
   have been made whole. Go in peace."

   On which, the wee lass pouted and her brow grew mightily
   troubled. So Jesus added, "But you never know when those demons
   might be back, so we had best vigilantly repeat the exorcism with
   frequent regularity just to be sure."

   On which wee lass smiled widely, nodding wildly affirmation, as
   did all the rest.

   And there followed several peaceful hours in which the group of
   lovers gaily and jovially conversed, caressed, consorted, and
   collected comfort in the calm cozy company of each other's kind
   conversation and bodily warmth.

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   Thus endeth the Gospel according to Saint Orgasmus. A Heavenly
   Multitude of High Praises be to the Great Lord Almighty!




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