Capill / Benson Pope
morning all. You can hear an MP3 of this rant later in the afternoon on The Generator.
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Back in the day christians were entertainment in the colosseum of this world, not just the local district courts. Christians were decimated by gladiators and lions and those guys in asterix comics.
Well, i'm not sure if we could rustle up any gladiators or pulp fiction esque gimps, but MR christian heritage party, the right reverend graham capill could feasibly face the lions people. The cops could spend some well deserved taxation dosh that even michael cullen, im sure, would spare with a smile to courier the reverend graham capill up to um meet and greet the lions. Soon as that english pack gets off the plane on auckland's tarmac and the powhiri is powhiri’d, a quote/unquote reception could be held. And im sure a hearty romanesque mauling by the British lions would befit the monstrosity of such a malpractice of humanity. Capill was indeed capable.
The revered Lions front row is heavy, white and pale and from the white cliffs of dover they’ll like mashing and frying things And mashing things. Here’s hoping that Christchurch police can swing it and the ref will turn a blind eye to the sharp sprigs. A gladitorial session with Capill might be the very first time that the lions get to see a battered fish in New Zealand.
No one likes a Mo lester. No one thinks pedophilia is a nice p word. And no one thinks an 8 year old in pajamas deserves to be hideously abused . But what smells acrid to the senses, like burning plastic, is that capill rode a very high horse. A very high horse mounted by the
voice of morality for all of aotearoa. A white shirt and tie campaigner. Publicly, he was god’s mouth piece – his very saliva sanctified. A camp-aigner though not for the camp, gays were certainly not to be tolerated or at least not tolerated to right of possessions. He was vitriolic about phallic maori carvings in Tokoroa and thought of course that marilyn maanson was an arch henchman. All the while privately mo lestering. In fact it appears the capill high horse of a very great height was merely an ass…… sadly waiting for this moment when it would be duly kicked .
Graham Capill versus the Lions. Tickets on sale now.
The whole saga is a sober, cautionary tale of the dangers of self righteous pride, of talking it up without talking it down, of expecting the world of people without thinking what on earth, of failing to mix up compassion, humility and frailty with the hopes of high ideals The saga illuminates the danger of shouting from the roof top too near the gutter.
Graham Capill I have no doubt, like the blues brothers, thought he was on a mission from god, no matter that the blues brothers had a better tailor. I also have no doubt that God is embarrassed more by Capill’s actions than the entire publishing career of Sir Cliff and the back catalogue of rock group Creed put together. Though God’s mercy is greater still.
Reverend capill and other christian virtue virtueoso’s such as bishop brian and the like would do well with a round of the david benson pope avante garde course in media liaison and communication. A fresh tennis ball in the mouth with your hands taped to the desk will work wonders when you want to point the proverbial finger and wag the touting tongue. His school pupils at least swear by it
The difference between the 2 celebs this week is that benson pope never claimed to be the pope – while Capill did, breathing infallibility like a dragon.
Word. Good luck with your garage saleing tomorrow!
You’ve been listening to honest dave's morning rant on the generator.
Listeners
Back in the day christians were entertainment in the colosseum of this world, not just the local district courts. Christians were decimated by gladiators and lions and those guys in asterix comics.
Well, i'm not sure if we could rustle up any gladiators or pulp fiction esque gimps, but MR christian heritage party, the right reverend graham capill could feasibly face the lions people. The cops could spend some well deserved taxation dosh that even michael cullen, im sure, would spare with a smile to courier the reverend graham capill up to um meet and greet the lions. Soon as that english pack gets off the plane on auckland's tarmac and the powhiri is powhiri’d, a quote/unquote reception could be held. And im sure a hearty romanesque mauling by the British lions would befit the monstrosity of such a malpractice of humanity. Capill was indeed capable.
The revered Lions front row is heavy, white and pale and from the white cliffs of dover they’ll like mashing and frying things And mashing things. Here’s hoping that Christchurch police can swing it and the ref will turn a blind eye to the sharp sprigs. A gladitorial session with Capill might be the very first time that the lions get to see a battered fish in New Zealand.
No one likes a Mo lester. No one thinks pedophilia is a nice p word. And no one thinks an 8 year old in pajamas deserves to be hideously abused . But what smells acrid to the senses, like burning plastic, is that capill rode a very high horse. A very high horse mounted by the
voice of morality for all of aotearoa. A white shirt and tie campaigner. Publicly, he was god’s mouth piece – his very saliva sanctified. A camp-aigner though not for the camp, gays were certainly not to be tolerated or at least not tolerated to right of possessions. He was vitriolic about phallic maori carvings in Tokoroa and thought of course that marilyn maanson was an arch henchman. All the while privately mo lestering. In fact it appears the capill high horse of a very great height was merely an ass…… sadly waiting for this moment when it would be duly kicked .
Graham Capill versus the Lions. Tickets on sale now.
The whole saga is a sober, cautionary tale of the dangers of self righteous pride, of talking it up without talking it down, of expecting the world of people without thinking what on earth, of failing to mix up compassion, humility and frailty with the hopes of high ideals The saga illuminates the danger of shouting from the roof top too near the gutter.
Graham Capill I have no doubt, like the blues brothers, thought he was on a mission from god, no matter that the blues brothers had a better tailor. I also have no doubt that God is embarrassed more by Capill’s actions than the entire publishing career of Sir Cliff and the back catalogue of rock group Creed put together. Though God’s mercy is greater still.
Reverend capill and other christian virtue virtueoso’s such as bishop brian and the like would do well with a round of the david benson pope avante garde course in media liaison and communication. A fresh tennis ball in the mouth with your hands taped to the desk will work wonders when you want to point the proverbial finger and wag the touting tongue. His school pupils at least swear by it
The difference between the 2 celebs this week is that benson pope never claimed to be the pope – while Capill did, breathing infallibility like a dragon.
Word. Good luck with your garage saleing tomorrow!
You’ve been listening to honest dave's morning rant on the generator.
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