Finally, something that makes sense to me. The Unitarian Jihad. I’ve always known that Unitarians are kick ass, it’s about time we step up deal with prevalence of extreme fundamentalist thought, in this country. Read the article above, and then join the revolution and get your Unitarian Jihad Name.
“We are Unitarian Jihad, and our motto is: “Sincerity is not enough.” We have heard from enough sincere people to last a lifetime already. Just because you believe it’s true doesn’t make it true. Just because your motives are pure doesn’t mean you are not doing harm. Get a dog, or comfort someone in a nursing home, or just feed the birds in the park. Play basketball. Lighten up. The world is not out to get you, except in the sense that the world is out to get everyone.”
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Sister Nunchuku of Sweet Reason.
PS: Drink at Work Blog is my new favorite blog, and I got the link to the Unitarian Jihad name generator from there. In a post that shows that cartoonists are no more insane then girls who work in tech support for large software corporations. By the way, Amelia’s Unitarian Jihad name is Sister Spikey Mace of Enlightened Compassion.
Mine was “The Main Gauche of Moderation,” which is quite interesting seeing as a Main Gauche is like the Japanese Sai, a long dagger/short sword with a curved guard/hilt that can stop the blows of another weapon/be used to pull the weapon from the attacker’s hand.
Like me, it’s powerful, ingenious, suprising and disarming!
And understated… just like me too… maybe…
Ok, not really…
Well, the nunchuku’s, or as I like to call them the “numbchuck’s,” prime use is wrapping. The chain or rope allows for intercepting a strike, wrapping it, and trapping.
and then what I do with you, once I’ve trapped you, is best left unsaid. Too grisly. Oh, wait… I think I am trapping the weapon itself. Well, there you go, I will trap you, take away your toys and try to reason with you.
I call them, “numbchucks”, too.
i’m the machine gun of enlightenment.
ratta tatta tat!
Take… away… my… TOYS?!?!
You can take my ACTION FIGURES from me when you pry them from my… well… rather willing hands provided you replace said action figure with a bare part of your body, preferrably on or near an erogenous zone…
well, then, if you want to keep your toys safe, you’d better respect my authority. and my sweet reason.
I appear to be “Brother Rail Gun of Desirable Mindfulness”. I kind of like it.