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“I call it the morally repugnant clause,” God’s attorney said during the pre-creation meeting, “and I would strongly advice you to leave it in the contract, at least for Day 6 or there’ll be hell to pay trying to explain things later; believe me, if this thing goes to trial at some point, the burden of reasonable hope will rest on our shoulders, and frankly, I don’t think either one of us have the bank for that kind of trial.”
February 20, 2008 at 4:20 PM ::
I don’t understand this sentence, but I like it.
'mouse on 02/20/08 at 04:43 PM ::
It is somewhat bloated and unclear and even I’m not sure it makes any sense. I’d try to explain it, but we all know how good jokes are that require explanation.
Keith on 02/20/08 at 05:08 PM ::
Isn’t day 6 when God supposedly created man? If so than I concur with his attorney’s advice about leaving the morally repugnant clause in the creation contract.
Br. Ezra on 02/20/08 at 05:27 PM ::
There you go. That was the idea.
Keith on 02/20/08 at 05:44 PM ::
Seems pretty clear to me, Keith. I didn’t know which day man was created, but I presumed it had to be 6 based on your sentence.
Perhaps that’s why 666 is the number of the Beast? Three times the humanity is too much for anyone.
boot on 02/20/08 at 08:26 PM ::
Funny story about the so-called number of the beast...true story. 666 was Satan’s apartment number when he was still living in the Village. Bob Dylan was moonlighting as a postal carrier in those days and Satan was on his route. Usually Dylan would reach Satan’s box about 10:00AM while he was still sleeping. Well Old Scratch’s dog didn’t like postal carriers (who does, unless they are bringing you money?) and the mangy old mutt would set to barking. This would wake the old arch demon up out of a dead sleep and usually result in his kicking the dog and throwing some lightening bolts around as he muttered under his breath cursing everything and everyone. Dylan later was heard remarking to his friend, Joan Baez, about his daily run in’s with the devil.
Baez remarked, “Who?”
It was awfully loud in those Greenwich Village bars in those days.
Dylan responded, “You know the beast at 666...”
The rest, as they say, is history.
Br. Ezra on 02/21/08 at 09:15 AM ::