WTF: Let Me Touch Him
Southern Gospel loonies strike again. Just LOOK at these weenies. Matching suits, goofy smirks, plenty of Brylcreem and one GREAT BIG HOMOEROTIC ALBUM TITLE.
Just who were these guys getting the horn over, anyway? Probably the photographer, standing in a baptism frock with a “Mom cut it at home” pageboy haircut and hippie sandals.
If you can get over the obvious, the title “Let Me Touch Him” sounds like some kind of weasel-faced, Jesus-soaked Buzzcocks ripoff (“Why Can’t I Touch It?”) but it’s much more fun to think of these creepy bastards fighting over some choirboy.
None of these guys looks like they even want to be on the cover of this musical abortion, let alone SING on it. How many copies do you think THIS one sold? Probably about as many as a Duritti Column 12-inch single.
Obviously Joe will tell you that he is live and let live, but throw some christians in the mix and watch Joe get an aneurysm. Reading this article just tells me that good old Joe is pissed because he voted for “CHANGE” and didn’t get any. Lay off the christians you stupid bastard!
Who should I pick on next? Got any requests? Come on, these guys are SUCH easy targets—it’s like looking at that 20 dollar bill you see on the street and wondering “Should I pick it up?” Oh HELL yeah.
Besides, I don’t know of any hilarious moonie album covers–although I really ought to find some Donny and Marie to poke fun of. Christendom has plenty of laffs, whether they be Mormons, JWs, Children o’ God, or any of the other zanies.
Jesus can take a joke–if he’s man enough. Otherwise, why bother? If there’s an all-powerful being at the center of all this, it’s impervious to my jokes. As Krishna said in the Baghavad-Gita, and I paraphrase, the gods are not so small as to be insulted by the likes of ME.