TSN: Really, the only interpretation that I can see that isn't completely silly is that he's warning that anyone who hates him is going to get punished, their kids are going to get punished, their /kids'/ kids are going to get punished, &c. Scare tactics.

Omega: Quite possible. He also told them not to wear cotton-polyester blends.

TSN: After all, it's not like Yahweh had any problems w/ letting people die if it served his purpose. Remember Job? "Yeah, sure, kill off his family. Fuck 'em. I just need to prove he'll still like me."

TSN: Really? *feels his underwear burst into flame* Hm... I guess so...

Omega: Yeah, we had fun with that one in class this morning. The teacher used some obscure verse in Leviticus as evidence that getting a tatoo was morally wrong. I kept wanting to tell someone to check the tag in the back of my shirt.

Omega: Frelled if Leviticus still applies to anyone.

Omega: ANYWAY.

Omega: A) I have issues with Job.

TSN: I seem to recall that Leviticus included certain anti-incest laws, among others...

TSN: You're not allowed to have issues w/ Job. Heretic! Burn in hell!

Omega: Well, those are on the books now, and I'm supposed to follow the laws of the country.

TSN: So, if the US Code didn't outlaw incest, you'd have no problem w/ it, ignoring the Leviticus laws?

Omega: Hey, the Bible as we know it was compiled by Catholics eight centuries ago. Evaluate each book on an individual basis. Job adds nothing to scripture, and contradicts many things we know about God. Thus, throw it out. It's the ONLY book in the Bible that doesn't have anything to do with Christ. Well, except Song of Solomon, but it's porn, so it's all good.

Omega: You haven't seen my cousins. :-)

Omega: ;-)

TSN: Well, personally, I say throw out all the other books, too.

TSN: Um... Wow. That one's going in the sig...

Omega: Better include that wink.

Omega: How come every time I tell a joke, it ends up in someone's .sig?

TSN: That could be interpreted two different ways, actually...

Omega: Which one?

TSN: The wink.

Omega: *L*

Omega: "How beautiful are your sandaled feet, O queenly maiden. Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of a skilled craftsman. Your navel is as delicious as a goblet filled with wine. Your belly is lovely, like a heap of wheat set about with lilies. Your breasts are like twin fawns of a gazelle. Your neck..."

You get the idea.

Omega: Good stuff, Song of Solomon.

TSN: Well, at least on the way upward, he went from thighs to navel w/o any stops in between.

Omega: Yeah, I noticed that...

Omega: These people seemed more interested in breasts. Typical males, I guess.

Omega: Of course, this is Solomon. You'd think with all that wisdom, he'd grasp (*snicker*) more... advanced concepts.

TSN: Not necessarily. Even smart guys gotta get off...

Omega: Yeah, those thousand concubines would have been handy for that.

TSN: Exactly.