We just got the first shipment of Coffee Shop Theology from a Twisted Mind, Book One, No Pigs Allowed! The No Pig Cry is beginning to gain momentum and many have no clue what it is they are crying for. Who are the Pigs? What is the point of all the pigs? Why does John dislike pigs? Why are you yelling? Who's yelling? What is fuchsia? Why is that weird colored word so hard to spell? What was the question again? Oh, Pigs, yeah.
The pigs in my twisted mind are the pompous self righteous folks who spend so much time looking at others and pointing out the failures of others that they can't see their own self righteous shortcomings. The pigs decorate their snouts with jewelry and their lips with red smear, but the fact is they are still pigs. Pigs are pigs and they will always be pigs, even if they get all dressed up in Jones' clothes, slam his whiskey and get up and walk. Still... Pigs.
Jesus said, don't give your good stuff to the pigs. The filthy mud waddlers will just make a mess of it anyway. These self righteous often religious leaders think making a muddy mess display of a hurting world is a way to increase pig power. It looks a little bit like this: The painted lipped, golden ringed snout pot bellied mud waddler, pushes aside his ginormous beam and shouts about Sum Uthers' little spec. Stinking pigs ought to keep their snouts out 0f Uthers' stuff. No Pigs Allowed! Pass it on!
