I read in the New York Times that god was secretly living on earth driving a red hot rod in east L.A. I read that he was moonlighting as a gay prostitute, paid three hundred green backs for oral attention. And that anal penetration was free for the cops. (nightstick fetish, a holy queer secret.) My mouth gaped as my eyes digested the front cover of this newspaper: Our noble father servicing a Beverly hill doctor. The photo illustrated him cupping the mans wrinkly sack and requesting him to cough. (Only a Jew would be sexually involved in his day job...) Mumbles escaped with a sigh as I pondered what the world was coming to. Switching to the west coast, gazing at the San Francisco Post, I was amused to be informed that Satan was vacationing disguised as a Puerto Rican In Compton. Photos showed him playing dominos with a nabisco oreo mutt on the front porch of his tiny low income housing, the grass parched painted a sickly yellow brown. The article describing his proclamation that Jesus was the lords pimp. (The payback for satisfying gods sadistic sexual appetites) Another sigh, originating from my rear end radiated into the air of my apartment as I mumbled about yellow journalism replacing realism. I then had a sudden disturbing midmorning vision: Sunday Headlines -- The Pope Gets Head! Front page illustrations showing a cartoon drawing of the church official receiving a lollipop service from god dressed as a choir boy. Holy Moses.. a politicians long awaited relief.