Posted by: Madman in the Marketplace | January 9, 2011

Share Your Prayers

Cloth Hall, Ypres, Belgium, during World War I

Another tragedy, another stream of empty platitudes. Share your prayers, share your thoughts, share your magical wishes and cause a desired action over a distance. Wave your wizard wands, burn your incense, chant your scripture, call your Congresscritter.

Light a candle.

Bracket, John Jacob Astor III residence, New York City

Sure, why not … like so much that we do it’s about ourselves, feeling like we can do something, change something, make it all better. Maybe we can quantum entangle our fairy tale dreams and bring the dead back to life. In fact, while we’re at it, if we all choose our words carefully, like good repressed puritans, we can erase all of our differences and pave the streets with gold and put a free range chicken in every pot.



  1. I know there’s no god. I prayed for that juice squeezer for Xmas and never got it! Religion sucks!


    • If He really loved you it would’ve been a deluxe model and also made whirled peas.

      • Not to mention my own greenhouse to grow oranges, lemons, and limes in. [nod]

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