Rushed beyond the bounds of earth, snatched from its nest of nerves, A blinking, pig-like essence ascends on a rapid heavenward curve, Recognizing nothing ¿ Where is the God of Eternal Spite? Where are the liberals squeaking on spits, the roasting sodomites?! And who receives this fleshless form, that lately was so chubby? Good Lord, it¿s the Lord. He¿s full of forgiveness. And dressed like a Teletubby.