The irony of this story from back home is that the church – which I always thought was a way fugly building – had just got permission to demolish and rebuild the front porch. Not sure if having it taken out by a big lorry is going to end up being cheaper or not, but maybe god was thinking that they taking just a little bit too much time putting up something less hideous.
If only religion came hand-in-hand with a good taste in architecture so us atheists didn't have to put up with nasty redbrick monstrosities littering the countryside. Give me a nice Norman church any day of the week (so I can point out all the pagan symbolism in the stonework).
Lorry ploughs into church (none killed)
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You're going to hell. 🙂
That's not a real church… it's one of those bloody modern christianities. 8P
If only this had happened during Sunday Mass it may have been a better story.
I prefer to believe in Terry Pratchett's idea that the afterlife you get is the one you expect. Hence I've started expecting to be reincarnated into something or someone who's about to have a really, really nice life.
And I thought I was mean.
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