I think about the snottiest things I see are the "In case of rapture this car will be unmanned" bumper stickers. Or in other words, "I am, in fact, holier than thou". I don't think you are supposed to be that sure of your salvation in most denominations of Christianity, but I could be wrong.

The real history of the fishy thing is that Jesus Christ, Son of God, Savior, when put into acronym in Greek, spells fish.

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Iesus Christos Theos Uios Soter = I/Ch/Th/U/S = fish

(The spelling-to-sounding conversions make more sense if you know Greek. Like, in Greek, "TH" is one letter.)

The Greek word for fish is also the initials of the words...what was it..."Jesus Christ, Son Of God, Saviour" according to wikipedia, which gives a double-whammy of symbolism!

See, I paid attention in Confirmation class.

Or what Nutty said

X-post with actual religious people!!

Yes, Gud, one would think generally that the religion that likes to call pride a deadly sin would kind of ixnay on the oastingbay, but what the hell do I know?

Good morning, merry peoples.

I'll be calling my dad later to see how he's doing. He sounded so tired yesterday. I hope all the big bad drugs have allowed him to perk up. He is kinda pissed he'll be missing playing tennis and dominoes this week, so I know he's still the same old guy, i.e. my father.

It may or may not be a Christian retaliation against the Darwin fish.

What else could it be?

I hate all the fish except the first one without anything written in it. All the others that have anything to do with Christianity (either pro or con) irritate me. Some of the others (spaghetti monster, vampire, etc) get a passing nod, but that's it. I suspect this is sort of like me only liking Christmas songs that mention Jesus.

Oh, like there's a criteria for actually following the tenets of a religion to be able to claim to believe in it, especially vocally.

DH has an aversion to putting any statements of belief on the back of a car. He's right, of course. I can insult people enough with just my driving.

I do enjoy reading bumper stickers, though.

The next person who asks me if I'm Saved is going to get an earful, believe me. Thankfully, it's rare to get asked that in New England, where it would be considered vulgar to trumpet the blessed state of your soul, lest other unsaved people feel lessened by it.

And, "Curse those Jets, with their snappy, memorable theme song and their Jazz Hands!"

Hee.

I don't do bumper stickers. Dad does and I really should get him a BLIEVE, HON one for his truck out in NM because it makes no sense outside of Baltimore (and not much in) and would confuse people. Which would amuse us.