Saint Eddie of Izzard
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All hail Saint Eddie of Izzard, protector of bees and badgers and people named Jeff (or even Geoff). He is holy in that, much like Mary Tyler Moore, he can turn the world on with a smile. Under his benevolent but watchful eye, no squirrels will go without makeup nor leave the gas on; no TV shall have breasts of the improper size, and they may fling them out the window of their Lamborghini (in their minds). Where the traditional choice is only death, Saint Eddie offers us cake. Or chicken. Lo, though he might overstate his experience riding horseback, he brings us back to his bosom with fantabulous boots and colorfully-lined jackets. Though he can walk in the manner of a giraffe, he would never eat more leaves than necessary. He makes us laugh. He makes life easier. And as I am an atheist, it makes a strange sort of sense for me to worship another atheist.
Uploaded on: 02 Mar 2009 - 20:44 GMT
Number of votes: 16