Almost a couple of years after we learned that Anne Rice left Christianity, here are a couple of update interviews where she talks about how she feels about organized religion and her reasons for leaving Christianity.
In her original coming out statement, she declared:
Today I quit being a Christian. I'm out ... in the name of Christ, I refuse to be anti-gay. I refuse to be anti-feminist. I refuse to be anti-artificial birth control. I refuse to be anti-democrat. I refuse to be anti-secular humanism. I refuse to be anti-science. I refuse to be anti-life. In the name of Christ, I quit Christianity and being a Christian, Amen.
Hmm… It's not like the name was obscure and unique at that time, neither was claiming to be the Judaic messiah (still hasn't made an appearance according to them…)
Maybe 2000 years from now there will be a religion based on the teachings of an auto-mechanic named, Larry.
Larryism. May your carburator be free of gunk. May your points always be freshly filed. May your U-joint always be freely mobile.
And then there will be a schism in Larryism. Some will argue he was a mechanic, and others will claim he was the divine cable guy.
There is only one true Larry. The others must die.
The government can't force me to insure my Volvo, as a Wrenchian, I believe that my Volvo is divinely protected by Larry Wrench of Nazareth (PA), son of God, saviour of my ride, anointed one (Pennzoil).
It is written in my Haynes-Chilton's bible (NASCAR ver.)...
So auto insurance infringes on my first amendment rights.
There, see how easy this is?
Nazareth, PA, eh? I always knew Mario Andretti was god!
May your transmission never leak. May your radiator always radiate. May your exhaust be pure and likened to a breath of fresh air, as you convert catalytically.
" I always knew Mario Andretti was god!"
St. Mario was just a prophet.
Larrydam it! Can't we all just get along?
Larry is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to park at Arco: he leadeth me beside the Jiffywash.
He restoreth my tank: he leadeth me in the interstate highways of righteousness for his name's sake.
Yea, though I drive through the offramp in the shadow of the chopshop, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rag and thy squeegee they comfort me.
Thou preparest a gas pump before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my engine with oil; my pan runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of Larry for ever.