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Holy Martin Luther, Batman ! ! !


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Holy Martin Luther, Batman ! ! !
(quotes by Martin Luther, 1483-1546, father of the Protestant religion.)

You dear asses. You poisonous loudmouth. You are jugglers of imaginary sins. I would not smell the foul odor of your name. You are a bungling magpie, croaking loudly. All you say is sealed with the devil’s own dirt. Snot-nose! My soul, like Ezekiel’s, is nauseated at eating your bread covered with human dung. Do you know what this means? You are a little pious prancer. You have a perverted spirit that thinks only of murdering the conscience. You should rightly be called lawyers for asses. If you are furious, you can do something in your pants and hang it around your necks – that would be a musk apple and pacem for such gentle saints. You condemned the holy gospel and replaced it with the teaching of the dragon from hell. You reek of nothing but Lucian, and you breathe out on me the vast drunken folly of Epicurus. You vulgar boor, blockhead, and lout, you ass to cap all asses, screaming your heehaws. You are spiritual scarecrows and monk calves. I am tired of the pestilent voice of your sirens. Your Hellishness. You are one of those bloody and deceitful people who affect modesty in words and appearance, but who meanwhile breathe out threats and blood. Your home, once the holiest of all, has become the most licentious den of thieves, the most shameless of all brothels, the kingdom of sin, death, and hell. It is so bad that even Antichrist himself, if he should come, could think of nothing to add to its wickedness. You have set out to rub your scabby, scurvy head against honor. We should not only refuse to obey you, but consider you insane or criminals. I think that all the devils have at once entered into you. Take care, you evil and wrathful spirits. God may ordain that in swallowing you may choke to death. What else can one say here, except that these ideas originate in your own wanton concoctions, or in a drunken dream? A seven-year-old child, indeed, a silly fool, can figure it out on his fingers – although you, stupid ass, cannot understand anything. I am tired of the pestilent voice of your sirens. You are ignorant, stupid, godless blasphemers. You pant after the garlic and melons of Egypt and have already long suffered from perverted tastes. Phooey on you, you servant of idols! I must stop: I can no longer rummage in your blasphemous, hellish devil’s filth and stench.

– Smith, 10.29.2013

All these lines are from a Martin Luther insulter site which harvests quotes from his writings — for example, the final line “I must stop: I can no longer rummage in your blasphemous, hellish devil’s filth and stench” comes from his 1545 tract titled “Against the Roman Papacy, an Institution of the Devil,” (page 332 of “Luther’s Works,” Vol. 41).

Doesn’t sound like someone I’d follow, were I a follower. Of course the Papal hierarchy he raged against wasn’t exactly pure what with their luxuriousness and booze and mistresses and bastard children. Toward the end of his life, Luther became an anti-Semite and turned against the Jews as well as the Catholics. Not a happy pappy by any means.

Try him on for size at ergofabulous.org/luther/ . . . you get one insult per click.


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