
After Moses led the Israelites out of slavery in Egypt and that whole crossing of the Red Sea thing, they had to make a pit stop so’s Mo could get more info. Directions and some such.
The crew gets to Mount Sinai — which, looking at a map just now, seems to be smack dab in the middle of fucking nowhere.
Moses needs to hike up the mountain to chat up G-d, leaving the recently freed slaves at the base, on their own, for 40 days and nights. Not a lot to do out there in Where-the-Fuck-Are-We for over a month. Folks got antsy. ‘Course they did! No cinemas. Zilcho dance clubs. No mini-golf or Dairy Queens. Not even a lame-ass traveling carnival passing by! What’s a huge mass of freshly freed people to do?
The Israelites had to make their own fun. Clearly there were a bunch of creative types in the crew because they managed to sculpt and cast a big-ass golden calf, which they then proceeded to glorify and worship. Weird, eh? MY first inclination, on being stuck in the middle of a desert with nothing to do, would not be to create an oversized sized gold effigy of old Bessie and then start up a religion around her. That’s just odd. I mean, seems a bit disturbed, no? Were there no therapists in the crowd?

Maybe this was their kink? Really, who am I to judge? Nevermind.
An aside — where did all the gold come from? These are ex-slaves, not billionaires fer fuck’s sake. I realize this is a fable, an allegory, not an historical accounting but PLOT HOLE!
In any case, Moses comes down with the Ten Commandments BUT he and G-d are MEGA pissed about this golden calf/new religion/worship business. I mean, C’MON, I thought we had a thing going on! Weren't we going steady?
Long story short, a LOT of people died (like thousands) and stone tablets of laws got broken because Mo had a big-ass hissy fit. He had to go back up Sinai for more tablets. Time was wasted.
Moral of the story? Don’t go building gold statues of dumb animals and then start worshipping them. Especially don’t do that just because you’re bored and impatient for some promised pie-in-the-sky afterlife with streets of gold, perfect weather, no 9-5 job with shitty bennies, and, in Heaven, you’re always a size eight (even after binging on Ben & Jerry’s Cherry Garcia). You know who promises you shit like that? Grifters and time-share salesmen (I know, same/same).
Do Republicans and Christofascists (again, same/same) actually read and understand the bible they’re always thumping so fucking hard? FUCK NO! That’s how we get this timeline’s 15 foot tall golden heifer (20’ with pedestal).
Some god grifter evangelical pastor named Mark Burns, speaking at the unveiling/blessing ceremony, hilariously and without a trace of self-awareness stated ‘this is not a golden calf.’
OH but it most assuredly is, you weaselly little flimflam-man! You know, it pretty much gives away the whole entire con when you have to come out and say “nuh-huh, it’s totally NOT a false idol!!! REALLY!”
Here are some funny bits about the golden heifer from the artist hired to create the mess.
- The people commissioning the cow were crypto bros and a Republican strategist. Not exactly trustworthy, respectable members of society.
- They demanded that Pedo’s labia majora by way of turkey wattle neck be ixnayed.
- His considerable rontundatudedness needed to be slimmed down.
- Unsurprisingly, Pedo’s renfieldian golden heifer sourcers 'delayed' payment (trying to stiff the sculptor no doubt!) so long that Cottrill said he eventually had to hold the statue ransom to get his money.

“‘You were supposed to make these payments nearly a year ago. I can’t trust you to do that,'” Cottrill told his wealthy patrons, according to the Times. “So I held the statue. I put it in an undisclosed location and said it won’t be delivered until the final payments have been made.”
When asked if Cottrill would ever be willing to work with the Trump bunch again, he unleashed a response with plenty of expletives.
“Once somebody has shown that they can’t be trusted to do what they say,” he added, “you don’t work with them anymore.” (source)
Can you tell that Pedo’s bored with Iran? It wasn’t the big easy win for him — he’s losing bigly. Until he finds his next windmill to tilt at, the next target for his misplaced venomous ire, he’s shifting back to hilariously self-aggrandizing, gaudy gold painted, self-tributes.
I wonder if the course of narcissism through the ages would have been any different had Narcissus first peered into a cesspool. He probably did.
~ Frank O'Hara







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