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now…what does a “pastor” do?
hmmm…a “pastor” reads to a flock of sheep from a work of
fiction, much like a mother might read to a small child from a
storybook &
when the eyes wide with belief begin to tear,
those swimming in idiocy shell out their hard earned cash
to the “pastor” who passes around the plate
in order to get funds for doing 
absolutely nothing.

a “pastor” does not work &
they get a tax break for doing so---
a “pastor” walks around with a self-righteous air & is
constantly referred to by idiot believers as 
“holy,” as somehow possessing a well of compassion
that others just can’t muster.

a “pastor” has a job for life if they want it---
s/he never has to worry about the restaurant going under,
s/he never has to worry about getting so stressed out one night
and losing it on a customer,
s/he never has to worry about dropping dead while on the clock
from being smothered in stress.

but this one, this special Alois Bell, 
who felt the need to make reference to the fact that she pays
“only 10% to god” & 
then went on to complain about tipping Chelsea,
via the very receipt in dispute,
she wants to take things further.  

she felt to make it known 
that because she believes in this fictional character &
has taken up this juicy job to boot,
that she can stick it to those who work for peanuts
& who could give a **** about
said fictional character---
now in this absurd world we live in,
the waitress who was just doing her job
no longer has one,
because Applebee’s wants to save its ass in the PR 
campaign---
because we aren’t allowed to see what these 
money grubbing,
vial opportunists,
really are---
we aren’t allowed to see the veil lifted,
until they rape a young boy, etc.

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