D Soup Kitchen

There's only one fleeting instance in which I subscribe to Boko Haramic methods, that is when, after a long day at work (IT), I lay my head to rest on my vaguely uncomfortable bed and begin a vaguely uncomfortable pilgrimage into the dream world, only to be awoken by "Alabado shok raba ba ba ba ba gbosh tolo carta GBA DOSH!"-a prayerrr warriorrr. This time it's my neighbour next door, screaming at the top of his lungs through laser thin walls that wouldn't even stifle a whisper talk less of a war cry. He goes on and on like this for no less than 30minutes, divulging to God and the rest of the now disturbed world about the evil serpents after his family, the spirit of poverty troubling him and the cat outside that moonlights as a witch (I may be getting hyperbolic here, but you get the point).  I'm bringing this up, because I'm a believer and I find this grossly irritating, so how would an unbeliever feel? (And the Prayerrrr warriorrr says I don'

So no matter how much of a saint you are, it's very likely you're a thin strip of ice away from some cold, inundating scandal. And why? Because that year, when you were in sin, chucking up the deuces to the good old Lord, skeletons were in fashion. Skeletons were in your closet and even now that old things are passed away, skeletons are still in fashion, they're still in our closets, only smaller, less fleshy ones, but they're even worse now, all bloodied, dripping red over your pure white goody two shoes, leaving scarlet imprints on your flowing gown of sainthood, and you know it's only a matter of time before everybody finds out, because there is nothing as conspicuous as a hypocrite. Scandal is a show on the ABC channel featuring Kerry Washington and based partially on   former George H.W. Bush administration press aide Judy Smith (I've been reading wikipedia) which my mother loves to watch, that year at least. I wasn't too intrigued by it, but