Judge Not

Well, that was fun!

It’s a sad shame that we have to leave the ocean to go home at the beach.

There are some things you just have to do in life.

I’m sure we going to have to adjust Winston, the little gay dog’s, medication when we get home. When the Pope said who was he to judge God loving people regardless of sexual identity, Winston probably went ape shit crazy with joy.

        

Though not a Catholic he is certainly a Christian gay dog and is forever wearing tee-shirts with Biblical references saying things like “Jonah’s got nothing on me. Watch me blow this whale” or “I got your resurrection right here.”

I must admit though, I agree with Winston, the little gay dog, on this one. It’s nice to see Pope Frances say one shouldn’t be judged whether they’re straight or not. It’s not our job to judge. God does that.

Winston, the little gay dog, and I believe God gave each one of us this gift of life. None of us are created the same. We are conceived according to plan or because of mistakes. Some are black, white, brown or red. We are male or female. We are tall or short, fast or slow, and each of us is different from everyone else. And … we are either straight or gay.

Winston, the little gay dog’s, Uncle Johnny O put it best when he said, “I like this sinner friendly Pope! He’s my kind of guy.”

I have to agree with Johnny O too. Everybody screws up in life. Everyone sins sometime. For the most part, we all eventually commit the same ones.

It’s crazy how judgmental people get when they’ve done the same things as the people they’re judging. When you look at it, this is the world’s biggest problem. Everyone is too freaking judgmental.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Johnny O often says, “everybody just lighten up.”

After all of the false judgments the Catholic Church has delivered over the last few centuries, it’s nice to see them led by a guy like Frances. He’s open, honest, not as tightly strung as his predecessors and I bet he doesn’t wear anything under his robe. You can just tell he hangs loose.

Besides, I’m sure Goddess is ready for us to get home. She can only take so much of Winston, the little gay dog.

Goddess is not judgmental, loves everybody, and spends most of the day passed out on the floor. She likes medicinal marijuana while he prefers Speed. They sometimes clash and I have to referee. 

Winston, the little gay dog, is high strung when it comes to religion. Goddess rolls with the tides.

Plus, we’re tired of Cruise Ship food. I’m ready to fire up the grill tonight, open a bottle of wine, sit on the beloved back deck and offer a toast to the heavens when things go right in the world.

And it wouldn’t surprise me at all if Winston, the little gay dog, spends the afternoon making sugar cookies in the image of Pope Frances for our dessert.

It’s just something he would do.