Tuesday, February 8, 2011

"Bless Me, Father, For I Have Sinned..."

"...it's been 47 seconds since my last text."

This country has gone to Hell in a non flame-proof hand basket. Thanks to the always-informed Mrs. JP comes this story from Apple: The Confession App.

Now, it's more than safe to say I've never been a practicing Catholic let alone a recovering one. But what does it say about the state of organized religion when the RCC actually approves an iPhone application whereby you can send details of your every mortal sin into the ethers?

And who's listening to these impersonal confessions in between cell phone pictures of our penises and dirty text messages to our secretaries?
The app also features a step-by-step guide through the church ritual (which typically takes place inside a confessional booth), as well as password protection — so no one but the priest gets to find out about your dirty deeds.

Uh huh. Well, if the response isn't to "text Our Father and Hail Mary 20 times apiece" as penance, chances are it's also being heard by guys like this:

"Hey, Agent Smith, look at this: This guy loves to fuck pineapples while watching Lawrence Welk! Ha haw!"
"Tell him to blow every executive of Chiquita Brand as penance!"

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